<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992</id><updated>2012-01-31T05:48:20.129-05:00</updated><category term='Nubian Heritage soaps'/><category term='Creme de la Mer'/><category term='Johnny Depp'/><category term='The Day the Earth Stood Still'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='Eddie Vedder'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='Yankees'/><category term='tomatoes'/><category term='Peyton Manning'/><category term='Venus Williams'/><category term='N.E.C.'/><category term='Carne Asada'/><category term='aging'/><category term='parakeet'/><category term='dead raccoon'/><category term='Benefit'/><category term='clothes shopping'/><category term='Sephora'/><category term='American Beauty'/><category term='drunk post'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Superpowers'/><category term='Sexy'/><category term='Stop &apos;n Shop'/><category term='Disgruntled Chemist'/><category term='Angels'/><category term='RNC'/><category term='Stephen Colbert'/><category term='Sandman'/><category term='Dance Center'/><category term='Coach'/><category term='melting snow'/><category term='computer'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='prepared beer'/><category term='Daily Kos'/><category term='Roseland Ballroom'/><category term='albums'/><category term='Democratic candidates'/><category term='Bill Clinton'/><category term='thrift'/><category term='Pogues'/><category term='Sarah Jessica Parker'/><category term='&quot;Thank you'/><category term='ESPN'/><category term='Masked Man&quot;'/><category term='Rituals'/><category term='Michelada'/><category term='The Daily Show'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Albania'/><category term='financial crisis'/><category term='James Spader'/><category term='booze'/><category term='Dell Inspiron 530'/><category term='Steve and Barry&apos;s'/><category term='Bon Appetit'/><category term='politically correct'/><category term='roots'/><category term='music'/><category term='Savers'/><category term='Bitten'/><category term='weekend chores'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='decolletage cream'/><category term='James Bond'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='DSW'/><category term='heebie jeebies'/><category term='Quantum of Solace'/><category term='mascara'/><category term='skin'/><category term='food'/><category term='A-Rod'/><category term='Aphrodite'/><category term='John Edwards'/><category term='Kenny Mayne'/><category term='Kevin Spacey'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='joke'/><category term='Daniel Craig'/><category term='Lee Stranahan'/><category term='Cheap Girl'/><category term='random iPod'/><category term='tick'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Stephon Marbury'/><category term='chest wrinkles'/><category term='The Dark Knight'/><title type='text'>Bowl of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-678674455179838505</id><published>2011-03-04T19:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:38:22.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead raccoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melting snow'/><title type='text'>Facebook's space is not big enough</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm driving home from work and a lot of snow has been melting due both to temperatures being above freezing and direct sun exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side of the road, there's a dead raccoon on a snowbank.  He's been there for a few days.  The sun doesn't hit where he is lying so the snow around him has been melting at a much higher rate than what's under his cold body.  Because of this, he is now atop a dead-raccoon-shaped pedestal of snow.  It's interesting, no?  Okay, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-678674455179838505?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/678674455179838505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=678674455179838505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/678674455179838505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/678674455179838505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2011/03/facebooks-space-is-not-big-enough.html' title='Facebook&apos;s space is not big enough'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-8038073067776493833</id><published>2010-05-23T13:10:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T14:07:16.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomatoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Gardening Questions - Help, Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_llBcJEDlI/AAAAAAAAADs/ia8lJwZAORo/s1600/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_llBcJEDlI/AAAAAAAAADs/ia8lJwZAORo/s200/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474517897454030418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am not a gardener by any stretch of the imagination.  I just this year found out what I should be pulling out of my garden because they're weeds, thanks to Dave, our yard cleanup man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thanks to Dave, we have a big stretch of dirt out back that used to be a bit of a jungle.  Some nice things grew there - daisies, black-eyed Susans, raspberries, tiger lilies - but some bad things grew, too, or namely one bad thing.  My problem is, now that everything is razed, there's still a lot of the bad root out there.  I pull it up and it stretches out and I cut where I can't pull anymore.  I don't know what it is, but I know that it's sentient and insidious.  Can anyone identify it by these pictures?  The one up top is what the plant/vine looks like.  Just a pretty green thing, right?  This next picture is it trying to strangle a bush.  It's evil, I tell ya!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_llPL-7c4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/OmuOVN0gW_A/s1600/IMG_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_llPL-7c4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/OmuOVN0gW_A/s200/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474518133634724738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's one of its roots in our new dirt section...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_llq5GdIRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qAM6eEIIQUA/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_llq5GdIRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qAM6eEIIQUA/s200/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474518609602355474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and here's what happens when you pull the root...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_llzvAWBYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xAmbbyiDTss/s1600/IMG_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_llzvAWBYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xAmbbyiDTss/s200/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474518761511191938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then when you pull it more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_ll6dEa5dI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pZL8iDlSeiw/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_ll6dEa5dI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pZL8iDlSeiw/s200/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474518876955534802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pretty much keeps going and going.  There's a lot of it out there.  What I want to know, besides its identity, is how can I get rid of it?  Do I just keep pulling it up?  Should I poison it?  I appreciate any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this is what's growing in my yet-to-be prepped raised bed.  It looks tomato-like, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_ln6EdsVAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jCEl2se5eI8/s1600/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_ln6EdsVAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jCEl2se5eI8/s200/IMG_1829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474521069373903874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not a tomato, out it goes.  If it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a tomato, it came from my blighted cherry tomatoes that fell to the ground last year.  Should I get rid of them anyways for that reason?  Or will they not be infected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks to anyone who can offer their assistance.  This stuff is beyond me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-8038073067776493833?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8038073067776493833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=8038073067776493833&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8038073067776493833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8038073067776493833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/gardening-questions-help-please.html' title='Gardening Questions - Help, Please!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/S_llBcJEDlI/AAAAAAAAADs/ia8lJwZAORo/s72-c/IMG_1823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-1275648132727585665</id><published>2009-10-24T17:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:16:15.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascara Critique #'s 1, 2, 3 and 4</title><content type='html'>I bought a mascara sampler from Sephora and thought I'd tell you all what I think about them.  After all, Keri says that companies will send you free product if you do stuff like this. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first went through the kit of (what I thought were) 10 mascaras one per day.  On the ninth day, I discovered the mascara was actually a pre-mascara lash builder, so I incorporated that into each try-out after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through the whole kit first, I was able to pull one right away as it flaked really badly on me - the DuWop Lash Venom.  I don't know if makeups react the same on everyone, so your mileage may vary, but there was a lot of this mascara on my cheek apples halfway through the day.  Gone!  F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week, I tried Anastasia Beverly Hills' Lash Lifting Mascara.  I wore one coat for three days, then one day with the builder, then two coats on the last day.  It's a fine mascara.  Went on well, stayed there, big teddy bear brush.  Nothing to write home about, but perfectly useable.  C+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week, I tried tarte's lights, camera, lashes 4-in-1 mascara.  That made for some big fat lashes in one coat.  I did four days of 1 coat, one day with the builder and one day with two coats (I usually only wear makeup during the workweek, but there was a memorial service to attend, so I squoze in an extra day).  This goes on nicely and stays put.  Know, too, that one of my criteria for mascara is whether I can easily wipe any extra off my lid after applying (I'm a little messy).  These first two had no issues there.  I know there are some coming up that are a little difficult to dab, but not those these two starters.  A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I used Sephora's Atomic Volume mascara.  Awesome brush!  Spikey all around so you're coating three sides of the lash while separating!  No flaking at all.  I did four days of one coat and one day with the builder.  The single coat days were good - my lashes stood out individually and looked great - and the day with the builder was even better.  Good stuff.  A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far a couple of really good contenders to unseat my previous winner of Benefit Bad Gal Lash.  I liked it a lot at first, but paired with some other products (probably my eye moisturizer), it flaked a little.  Time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-1275648132727585665?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1275648132727585665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=1275648132727585665&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1275648132727585665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1275648132727585665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/mascara-critique-s-1-2-3-and-4.html' title='Mascara Critique #&apos;s 1, 2, 3 and 4'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-6120876522003046820</id><published>2009-10-16T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:44:32.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Squirrel Story</title><content type='html'>I have had a few episodes in my life that were sad and tragic.  This particular one still almost brings me to tears, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I worked at the Springfield Library and Museums Association, my office was in what used to be a doctor's house, the Kilroy House.  It was next to the Donahue House and on the corner of the Quadrangle.  There were trees and shrubbery and a small amount of wildlife - not a lot as we were in the middle of a city.  Anyhoo, a squirrel was killed by a vehicle in the driveway going by the Kilroy House.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, baby squirrels began to emerge from a brick pile they'd been living in.  Their mother wasn't coming back with food and they had to brave the outside world in search of sustenance.  I found the babies wandering around near the house.  There were about half a dozen of them.  They were very &lt;a href="http://dailysquee.com/2009/10/14/omg-squirrel1/"&gt;cute&lt;/a&gt;.  I'd never seen baby squirrels before.  It was the end of the day and I didn't think through how totally helpless these creatures were.  I arranged them all at the base of a tree so they could climb to safety (stupid) and started for my car.  One of them ran after me in his toddley way.  I actually screeched and giggled and ran from him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wished that I had just paused for a moment there, right in that very moment, to think about things, to realize that this baby needed a mommy and it was coming after me for help.  I didn't think anything of it.  Stupid.  Tragically stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bawling right now writing this.  I came to work the next morning and went to the tree to see if they'd made their getaway.  Of course they hadn't.  They were all dead.  Their heads and upper torsos had been eaten by whatever got them.  I had made such a huge mistake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few regrets in my life.  This is the one that still pains me to this day, that this little toddling baby squirrel chased after me for help and I squealed like a stupid schoolgirl and left him and his siblings to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-6120876522003046820?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6120876522003046820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=6120876522003046820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/6120876522003046820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/6120876522003046820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-squirrel-story.html' title='Sad Squirrel Story'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-2347368131468164415</id><published>2009-09-30T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:20:08.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SsPJjiwmLtI/AAAAAAAAADY/U8cRFw1trco/s1600-h/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SsPJjiwmLtI/AAAAAAAAADY/U8cRFw1trco/s320/banana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387371191728484050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an intense need to find a creative outlet.  I thought it was photography and, while I enjoy it very much, I don't think that's it.  I photograph what I like and I think I take pretty pictures, but I wouldn't call it art.  I've tried writing, but I get too explain-y with the visuals and think I'm more clever than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed that oil painting might be the key.  It seems like a very forgiving medium.  I can't draw very well and with oil painting you can put color on top of color and it hides what's underneath really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first oil.  It's a banana on a brown table with a red background.  I really love it.  It was fun and I was able to do something a little weird: as the teacher was instructing us, she told us that we shouldn't split the background and foreground exactly in half.  I had done that, but, instead of doing what she did and bringing the foreground higher to offer the banana stability, I took the background lower.  There is an element of fun instability and I think the banana looks a lot like a banana.  I'm very happy indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-2347368131468164415?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2347368131468164415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=2347368131468164415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2347368131468164415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2347368131468164415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SsPJjiwmLtI/AAAAAAAAADY/U8cRFw1trco/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-8824580755637699693</id><published>2009-08-28T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:57:43.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged since &lt;i&gt;February&lt;/i&gt;?  Okay, I suck.  And it's not like I didn't have anything to blog about - I'm plenty pissed at the fucking wingers taking over the conversation on health care and us having only Barney Frank to set shit straight now.  And by now, I mean now that the Lion of the Senate has left us.  Yeah, I've had stuff to blog about, but I've also been a little distracted by trip preparation and work and stuff.  So anyways, I'm just here to say, "Ciao!"  We're off to Italy tomorrow.  It hasn't hit me yet.  A lot of times it doesn't until it's on me.  I'm not one to get nervous or especially excited beforehand.  When we're descending into Rome and the Colosseum is looming larger in my tiny airplane window, then I'll be excited.  Then I'll be in Italy - land of food, wine, art, history, architecture and...what's the Italian phrase for Bon Vivant?  I don't know, but we'll be feeling it, I can guarantee!  See you all on the backside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-8824580755637699693?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8824580755637699693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=8824580755637699693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8824580755637699693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8824580755637699693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-861096704260206911</id><published>2009-02-22T17:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:26:31.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DSW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pogues'/><title type='text'>DSW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SaHQMN3uwBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4W_mlfUGqpQ/s1600-h/shoes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SaHQMN3uwBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4W_mlfUGqpQ/s320/shoes1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305750744319574034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge fan of DSW and I found these bad boys for $11.99.  I LOVE them!  They're perfect for going to see the Pogues in New York City on my birthday.  Joe thinks they're outlandish, but who's going to say anything about my crazy shoes in New York?  I think no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-861096704260206911?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/861096704260206911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=861096704260206911&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/861096704260206911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/861096704260206911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/dsw.html' title='DSW'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SaHQMN3uwBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4W_mlfUGqpQ/s72-c/shoes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-1237169763233040000</id><published>2009-02-04T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:19:11.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My Knobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.outofthebluedesignstudio.com/Out_of_the_Blue_Design_Studio/Products.html"&gt;Beautiful!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-1237169763233040000?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1237169763233040000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=1237169763233040000&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1237169763233040000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1237169763233040000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-out-my-knobs.html' title='Check Out My Knobs'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-8986243816734112634</id><published>2009-01-28T16:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:01:56.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meme, She is Four Dozen</title><content type='html'>And that's a lot of questions!  Here we go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;      No.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;      I get verklempt a lot, but the last time I actually bawled was the Saturday we went to visit Nana.  It was so sad to see her and know she was leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;      Yes.  Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;      Chicken salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;      No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;      Absolutely.  I've made myself into a person I like.  And I am my own standard of value - I judge people by what they think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;      I do whenever I can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;      Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;      I would prefer not to.  If I were on Amazing Race and we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; had to do it, I would.  Otherwise, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;      Frosted Mini Wheats with the white sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;      Absolutely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;      Friendly's Chocolate Almond Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;      Facial expression and quality of handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;      Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;      Laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;      My Uncle Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?&lt;br /&gt;      Sure!  I love learning things about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;      Deep red corduroys, no shoes, but black socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;      NPR fund drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;      Fuchsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;      Garlic, coffee, skunk, lilacs, Sunday roast, clean clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;      Aphrodite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;      I like my Toast more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;      NFL football. Yankee baseball. Irish football.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;      Ashy, auburny light brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;      Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;      No.  I did when I got married and for a while thereafter, but I prefer glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;      Crustaceans - lobster, crab, oysters, shrimp.  Love them dirty bottom dwellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;      Happy endings.  Really don't like scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;      1408. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;      Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;      Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;      Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;      I think everyone's done it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;      Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Life Without Consequences&lt;/span&gt; (a biography about Hemingway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;      Funky colorful painting of the Hemingway House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;      I watched Toast playing Super Mario Galaxy &lt;i&gt;on&lt;/i&gt; the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. FAVORITE SOUND(S).&lt;br /&gt;      Toast laughing, cats purring, rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;      The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;      To Sligo, Ireland from Weatogue, CT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;      If I knew a song when I was ten and I haven't heard it in over 30 years, I can still remember the words once it comes on.  And I spread sunshine wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;      Springfield, MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;     Everyone's, but as I said earlier, I think everyone's done this already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;      Working together at Domino's Pizza in Troy, NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. DO YOU BELIEVE IN EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL INTELLIGENT LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;      Sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. HOW OFTEN DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR DREAMS?&lt;br /&gt;      Quite often, I'd say 3-4 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. HOW MANY MORE YEARS DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE ON THIS EARTH?&lt;br /&gt;      Probably only 30 based on my family history, but I hope more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't done it yet, consider yourself tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-8986243816734112634?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8986243816734112634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=8986243816734112634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8986243816734112634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8986243816734112634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/meme-she-is-two-dozen.html' title='The Meme, She is Four Dozen'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-1888554990859993354</id><published>2009-01-01T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:53:38.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End Meme</title><content type='html'>This is a very long meme and dinner's on the stove, so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Road trip with Toast, went to a spring training game, broke my record for time spent at a job (5+ years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any last year, but I did for 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Toast's cousins had babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What places did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;NYC, the Outer Banks, Myrtle Beach, St. Augustine, Key West, Tampa Bay, Savannah, LV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;A job that I really like, a nice garden, a tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;November 4th, because I got hope back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement(s) of the year?&lt;br /&gt;It's a small thing, but I completed a hike that I would've ordinarily given up on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Not working on getting a better job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;Just some back pain, but it came at really inopportune times, like in Vegas for my husband's 40th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't one thing - Ozzie, our parakeet, heavenly red corduroys, Calm conditioner by Rusk, good gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama, Colin Powell, Christopher Buckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;John McCain, Sarah Palin, John Edwards, George Bush (I went back and forth putting McCain, then Palin first - she appalled and depressed me more, but she's his fault)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Toast said; he's the money man and he has a pie chart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Our road trip and the election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful Day&lt;/i&gt; by U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) Happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;Happier.&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;br /&gt;Exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;Richer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Reading, yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV, although I love all of our shows, so this is a dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;We were home and my family and Toast's Mom came for dinner - I'd never cooked for 11 before - it was a very good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a little bit in love with Ozzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How was work?&lt;br /&gt;Worse - it's turning from customer service to heavy sales, which are not my comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you do for your birthday in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;We were in Key West for my birthday, it was absolutely awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Midnight In The Garden of Good and Evil&lt;/i&gt; and I say this over LOTR only because I am not yet done with the latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;Irish music, I heart clover notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff as I have a list at Xmas, just like when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;A new job and replacement windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Did you make some new friends this year?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but there are a couple of coworkers that I want to have over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;A different job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I actually busted out a little bit and bought some crazy stuff like a leopard print sweater and red cords and in general things with color, so eclectic comfy is what I'll call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama, Daniel Craig and Stephen Colbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Barack's very existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35a. What political issue stirred you the least?&lt;br /&gt;It flew too far under my radar for me to even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Uncle Ron and Debbie, not the Debbie that I had a falling out with earlier this year, but the Debbie of a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;I physically came in contact with the Howards and Litbrit, although I knew them from before - does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Burn any bridges?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Best new restaurant you went to?&lt;br /&gt;Pisces, in Key West, for my birthday - eyes rolling in your head good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Never give up hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-1888554990859993354?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1888554990859993354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=1888554990859993354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1888554990859993354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1888554990859993354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-end-meme.html' title='Year End Meme'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-2372072313523401394</id><published>2008-12-31T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:22:34.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superpowers'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year, Superheroes!</title><content type='html'>I've wanted to do this weird little post for a while now and today seems like the perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your Superhero powers?  Let me tell you where I'm coming from with this - I've always imagined that if aliens or terrorists took over our country/state/city/planet, I'd need some sort of super skills to cope.  I can't run very fast or jump very high, but there are things I can do that would come in handy.  These are my superpowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a camel in that I can hold my pee for long periods of time.  I've trained myself to not get up at night.  This wouldn't really help me if aliens were attacking, but at least I wouldn't have to pee myself to stay hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty good with the whole flirting/seduction thing.  I'm sure I'm quite rusty as it's been &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt;, but I could probably infiltrate the bad guys with my feminine wiles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move a crowd quickly.  If the aliens/terrorists were coming, this might be helpful to force people along to a safe place.  When I was a flight attendant, we had to be able to clear a plane in 90 seconds.  I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can direct water very well.  When I turn on the water in the tub in the morning, I grab handfuls and shoot the water at stray pieces of hair or soap to flush them down to the drain.  I am pretty damn accurate.  This would only help me if the aliens were the kind in that Mel Gibson movie that were averse to water.  Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are your superpowers?  And, obviously, they don't have to be &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; superpowers.  Just whatever skills you have that would keep you alive (or at least not pissing yourself) if the bad guys were coming after you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-2372072313523401394?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2372072313523401394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=2372072313523401394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2372072313523401394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2372072313523401394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-superheroes.html' title='Happy New Year, Superheroes!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-733906115094690792</id><published>2008-12-24T17:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:04:54.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Movie Resume Meme</title><content type='html'>Objective: To utilize my movie-watching skills for the betterment of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-size: x-small; font-family: 'Lucida Console'; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x) Grease&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;( ) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;( ) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;(x) King Kong&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumb &amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dumber &amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) &lt;strike&gt;The Ring 2&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Surviving Christmas&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flubber (orignal only)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harold &amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;(x) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;( ) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lucky Number Sleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Supremacy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bedazzled (original only)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;( ) Curious George&lt;br /&gt;(x) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;( ) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Christine&lt;br /&gt;(x) ET&lt;br /&gt;( ) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;( ) My Bosses Daughter&lt;br /&gt;( ) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;(x) War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;( ) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;( ) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;(x) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;(x) X2&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;(x) Freaky Friday (original only)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;(x) Miracle on 34th street&lt;br /&gt;( ) Old School&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kippendorf's Tribe&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Castles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;(x) The 40-year-old-virgin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;( ) Baseketball&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hostel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waiting for Guffman&lt;br /&gt;( ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;( ) Devils Rejects&lt;br /&gt;( ) &lt;b&gt;Elf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Highlander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mothman Prophecies&lt;br /&gt;( ) American History X&lt;br /&gt;( ) Three&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Jacket&lt;br /&gt;(X) Kung Fu Hustle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shaolin Soccer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Night Watch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monsters Inc.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shaun Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Willard&lt;br /&gt;( ) High Tension&lt;br /&gt;( ) Club Dread&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hulk&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dawn of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hook&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chronicles Of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;( ) 28 days later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Orgazmo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Phantasm&lt;br /&gt;( ) &lt;strike&gt;Waterworld&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mortal Kombat&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wolf Creek&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kingdom of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;( ) the Hills Have Eyes&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Last House on the Left&lt;br /&gt;( ) Re-Animator&lt;br /&gt;( ) Army of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Animatrix&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Evil Dead 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Team America: World Police&lt;br /&gt;(x) Red Dragon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hannibal&lt;br /&gt;( ) Battle Royale&lt;br /&gt;( ) Battle Royale 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Brazil&lt;br /&gt;(x) Contact&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cube&lt;br /&gt;( ) &lt;b&gt;Dr. Strangelove&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Enlightenment Guaranteed&lt;br /&gt;( ) Four Rooms&lt;br /&gt;( ) &lt;b&gt;Memento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Requiem for a Dream&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;(x) Reservoir Dogs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Run Lola Run&lt;br /&gt;( ) Russian Ark&lt;br /&gt;(x) Serenity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sin City&lt;br /&gt;(x) Snatch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Spider&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Sixth Sense&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Village&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waking Life&lt;br /&gt;( ) Zatoichi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ikiru&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Seven Samurai&lt;br /&gt;( ) Brick&lt;br /&gt;( ) Akira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some true classics that I have not seen.  That's a damn shame.  But we have many, many movies in our queueueueueueue, so we'll get there.  &lt;i&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/i&gt; is next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-733906115094690792?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/733906115094690792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=733906115094690792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/733906115094690792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/733906115094690792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-resume-meme.html' title='Movie Resume Meme'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-696391354897092604</id><published>2008-12-13T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:03:25.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roseland Ballroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pogues'/><title type='text'>My Birthday Present to Myself</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I bought tickets to go see the &lt;a href="http://www.pogues.com/"&gt;Pogues&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.roselandballroom.com/"&gt;Roseland Ballroom&lt;/a&gt; in New York City.  I can't even tell you how excited I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-696391354897092604?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/696391354897092604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=696391354897092604&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/696391354897092604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/696391354897092604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-birthday-present-to-myself.html' title='My Birthday Present to Myself'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-8673942819094989451</id><published>2008-12-06T20:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:17:15.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Beauty'/><title type='text'>Woohoo! Or, I Love a Meme!</title><content type='html'>This is from the god known as kona.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Five names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tracy Lee&lt;br /&gt;* Tray&lt;br /&gt;* Wif&amp;#233;e&lt;br /&gt;* Santolos&lt;br /&gt;* DIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pink butter socks (that's what I call those fleece things)&lt;br /&gt;* pink snowflake lounge pants&lt;br /&gt;* white butter shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Two things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sleep&lt;br /&gt;* another vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Three people who will probably fill this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Toast&lt;br /&gt;* 'shift&lt;br /&gt;* Mish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* read a chapter of &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* made sloppy joes for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Roqamole dip (guacamole with roquefort cheese)&lt;br /&gt;* celery with peanut butter and raisins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Two people you last talked to on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bank customer #1&lt;br /&gt;* Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two things you are going to do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* put up and decorate the Xmas tree&lt;br /&gt;* find a place to watch the Jets play &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Two longest car rides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* from Easthampton, MA to Commerce, GA to NOLA to San Antonio, TX to Carlsbad, NM to Flagstaff, AZ to New River, AZ to Bakersfield, CA to Sunnydale, CA to LA, CA to Phoenix, AZ and then finally settling in LV, NV&lt;br /&gt;* from Weatogue, CT to New Jersey to Outer Banks, NC to St. Augustine, FL to Key West to Ft. Lauderdale, FL to Savannah, GA back to Weatogue, CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Two of your favorite beverages: (see #5?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Coca Cola decaf&lt;br /&gt;* margarita (good tequila buzz and salt - can't be beat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally: a clip from my favorite movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wp4ayx8Moc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wp4ayx8Moc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love a easy meme and a visit with your favorite movie.  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-8673942819094989451?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8673942819094989451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=8673942819094989451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8673942819094989451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8673942819094989451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo-or-i-love-meme.html' title='Woohoo! Or, I Love a Meme!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-1463579010357729852</id><published>2008-12-01T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:48:50.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop &apos;n Shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny Mayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESPN'/><title type='text'>I Love Living Near ESPN</title><content type='html'>I just met &lt;a href=http://www.espnmediazone.com/bios/Talent/Mayne_Kenny.htm&gt;Kenny Mayne&lt;/a&gt; at the grocery store!  That is so cool.  He's very nice and I shook his hand and blabbered about how much I love his "Dance Center" segments and how my husband says that Sportscenter with KO was some of the best sports television ever.  Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-1463579010357729852?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1463579010357729852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=1463579010357729852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1463579010357729852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1463579010357729852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-living-near-espn.html' title='I Love Living Near ESPN'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-543852888042685822</id><published>2008-11-25T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:58:08.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tart's Right - WTF is a Fly Name?</title><content type='html'>I first saw this at kona's site and followed it back to this Phydeaux phellow.  I'm glad someone tagged me.  Thanks, baby.  And thanks for having me do the meme, too.  Looks like fun!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Witness Protection Program Name (mother’s &amp; father’s middle names): Marie Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NASCAR Name (first name of your mother’s dad, father’s dad): Thomas Chester (although I personally like Chester Thomas better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Star Wars Name (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name): Satrac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Detective Name (favorite color, favorite animal): Azure Housecat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Soap Opera Name (middle name, city where you live): Lee Weatogue or Lee Simsbury (Weatogue is a borough of Simsbury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Superhero Name (2nd favorite color, favorite alcoholic drink, optionally add "THE" to the beginning): The Orange Margarita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fly (?) Name (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name): Tros (with my maiden name, it would be Tron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Gangsta Name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cookie): Chocolate Almond Chip Fig Newton (that's a fucking terrible gangsta name - as a matter of fact, I can't think of a good ice cream/cookie combination that would make a good gangsta name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Rock Star Name (current pet’s name, current street name): Ozzie Colonial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Porn Name (1st pet, street you grew up on): Pepper Kenwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeehah!  I tag all the Toasters who have not yet done this.  I'm looking forward to all of you doing it.  You know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-543852888042685822?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/543852888042685822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=543852888042685822&amp;isPopup=true' title='82 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/543852888042685822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/543852888042685822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/tarts-right-wtf-is-fly-name.html' title='Tart&apos;s Right - WTF is a Fly Name?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>82</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-5050862999033987133</id><published>2008-11-16T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:52:28.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things About Me</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by konagod for a meme!  Cool!  And flattering.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this is 5 things people may find interesting about me.  Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have tried out for Jeopardy, Who Wants To Be a Millionaire and The Price Is Right (where you actually just go there, you don't audition or anything).  I'd love to be on a game show and win money just for knowing things.  But apparently, I didn't know enough. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;2. In high school, a friend became hysterically pregnant with my baby.  Yeah, I got a girl pregnant.  Pretty freaky.  She was a good friend who had had a fucked up childhood and wasn't very emotionally healthy.  Anyhoo, she went to a few doctors with symptoms of pregnancy.  The third finally sent her to a shrink, who figured out her issue.  Chicks have always kinda dug me.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was 18, I registered to vote at school.  As a Republican.  It's what Ayn would've wanted.  A little later in life, I changed to a Libertarian as I thought government should get out of peoples' personal lives.  I didn't really understand Libertarianism very well.  Now I'm home - a registered Democrat.  We can't just let the poor in this country die because they don't have health care or food or heat.  And who is supposed to take care of them?  All of us.  Society.  E pluribus unum.  Much different answer from when I was 18.  &lt;br /&gt;4. When I was a gangly, awkward teenager entering puberty (I was a bit of a late bloomer) who thought that dressing up meant wearing a sweater with your jeans instead of a T-shirt, my parents sent me to the Barbizon School of Modeling hoping it would up my girl skillz.  I learned how to put on makeup and how to take off my jacket gracefully while walking down a runway, but this stuff didn't translate into real life like the rents and I had hoped (although girlfriend &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; sashay in some heels).  I was still gawky and socially clueless.  But I was a happy girl, so who cares?&lt;br /&gt;5. I've probably had more than 50 jobs.  When I was younger, if I didn't like a job or a boss, I left.  I was never disrespectful - I always gave a two-week notice and fulfilled it to the best of my ability, but I couldn't understand staying where I wasn't happy.  Now I've got a job that I like about 50% of the time.  But, hey, I've got a husband and a house and a mortgage and health insurance.  Life gets so complicated when you get older. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those things are relatively interesting.  I hope I haven't let kona down.  And now I tag Toast, Chemist, maurinsky, nightshift and all the Howards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-5050862999033987133?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5050862999033987133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=5050862999033987133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/5050862999033987133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/5050862999033987133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/five-things-about-me.html' title='Five Things About Me'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-7780212853446635073</id><published>2008-11-08T17:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:06:39.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sephora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benefit'/><title type='text'>Mil Mascaras!</title><content type='html'>This one's for the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear a lot of makeup.  I'll put lipstick on if I'm going out and I'll wear mascara to work.  But because I only partake of these two, I'm really picky about what I use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few years, I have tried 3 or 4 mascaras ranging in price from $10 to $24.  I'll buy it, try it for a few weeks (I generally don't reject things right away - it's only fair to give them a little bit of a chance), then move on if I'm not happy.  Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found the Lash Stash from Sephora!  Woohoo!  Seven different mascara samples for $35!  Woohoo I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to try &lt;i&gt;Benefit&lt;/i&gt; A Little Bad Gal Lash, &lt;i&gt;Blinc&lt;/i&gt; Kiss Me Mascara, &lt;i&gt;Lorac&lt;/i&gt; Publicity Stunt Lashes, &lt;i&gt;Smashbox&lt;/i&gt; Bionic Mascara, &lt;i&gt;Stila&lt;/i&gt; Multi-Effect Mascara, &lt;i&gt;Sephora&lt;/i&gt; Lash Plumper and &lt;i&gt;Too Faced&lt;/i&gt; Lash Injection.  Some very good names there, along with some very different styles (The Blinc mascara coats your lashes in a series of tubes!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My criteria for mascaras is good coverage in least amount of coats (preferably one), lash separation and durability (don't be all flaked on my cheeks at the end of the day).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner?  BENEFIT!  Yay!  Big, fat brush separates lashes, you can get by with one coat (2 is better) and it stays put!  Very good product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two runner-ups - the Smashbox and the Sephora with their great brushes giving good coverage and separation, but we had some flaking.  Still, good quality stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The new Sephora Lash Stash lists &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; mascaras, some new, some repeats, with fun names like Urban Decay's Big Fatty Mascara and Cargo Texas Lash Mascara - everything's bigger in Texas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go forth and have lush lashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-7780212853446635073?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7780212853446635073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=7780212853446635073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7780212853446635073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7780212853446635073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/mil-mascaras.html' title='Mil Mascaras!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-3666219549582004261</id><published>2008-10-28T19:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:25:29.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Matter of Opinion</title><content type='html'>So, we're going to Las Vegas for 5 days and four nights.  The day temps are expected to be in the 80's and the evenings will be in the 50's.  We'll be doing everything from gambling, bar-hopping and fine-dining to gambling, shopping and drinking.  Because of the temperature shifts and the varying levels of activities, this is my packing list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cardigans&lt;br /&gt;1 wrap&lt;br /&gt;4 tank tops&lt;br /&gt;2 jeans&lt;br /&gt;4 pants (3 cropped, 1 long)&lt;br /&gt;6 T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;1 long-sleeved T&lt;br /&gt;1 long-sleeved polo&lt;br /&gt;1 long-sleeved sweater&lt;br /&gt;1 silky shirt&lt;br /&gt;3 purses&lt;br /&gt;5 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list also covers what I'll be wearing out and back.  Too much?  Or just right?  Don't want to be a suitcase hog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-3666219549582004261?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3666219549582004261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=3666219549582004261&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3666219549582004261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3666219549582004261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/matter-of-opinion.html' title='A Matter of Opinion'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-7389003715456515591</id><published>2008-10-10T17:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:53:39.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not That Kind of Deposit!</title><content type='html'>So I'm in my cube today.  It was a particularly busy day as yesterday was a Jewish holiday.  My cube is situated right next to the waiting area and I've often had the pleasure of being able to smell some of my customers' various degrees of uncleanliness before they even sit down across the desk from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping a nice lady opening a CD (4% APY for 10 months - not so bad!) when this odor wafts in.  After it got noticeably stronger, I commented, "That's an interesting smell."  My customer agreed.  "It kinda smells like turkey."  Not quite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen a regular elderly customer shuffling off to the back of the branch where the loo is.  It's not supposed to be used by customers, but some of them just go without asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My customer and I conclude that the smell is more akin to a dirty diaper.  Oh, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I both exit my cube at the conclusion of our business - she departs to the left, I to the right.  As I'm approaching my manager's office, I see it.  There's poop on the carpet.  Two clumps.  Just sitting there.  I walk into Boss's office with my eyes damn near out of my head.  "There's poop on the floor!" I exclaim.  He just looked at me, tightlipped and nodded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand by his window with my hand over my mouth.  I am a poopophobe.  I don't know if I can go back out there.  I hear someone out in the lobby asking for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come out of Boss's office and my customer who exited left has stepped in poop.  Indoors.  In a bank.  Right outside my cube.  Oh my fucking god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things after that are a gaggy blur.  The customer made a mess in the bathroom and the branch manager cleaned everything up.  He is the MVP for the rest of the year, unless something worse happens.  I really don't think that's possible, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-7389003715456515591?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7389003715456515591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=7389003715456515591&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7389003715456515591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7389003715456515591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-that-kind-of-deposit.html' title='Not That Kind of Deposit!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-3187875666809475807</id><published>2008-09-24T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:43:54.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><title type='text'>Ploys For Tots</title><content type='html'>John McCain is a bitch.  And that is no way a sexist remark secretly meant for Sarah Palin, because she's a skeevy motherfucker.  Big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when the news came out today that McCain was suspending his campaign due to the financial crisis, I absolutely believed it was for some other reason besides the financial crisis.  I saw his &lt;a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/sweet/2008/09/john_mccain_sept_23_press_conf.html"&gt;press conference&lt;/a&gt; yesterday.  He talked about oversight.  A lot.  But he didn't delve into the problem.  His thoughts on the matter were very superficial.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was as concerned as his recent move to delay his campaigning suggested, he would've said a lot more than he did.  So this is a ploy to show how concerned he is or it's a ploy to put off the debate a little so he can study up.  Either way, it's "transparent", but not necessarily in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-3187875666809475807?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3187875666809475807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=3187875666809475807&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3187875666809475807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3187875666809475807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/ploys-for-tots.html' title='Ploys For Tots'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-7281191303216513573</id><published>2008-09-20T18:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:24:21.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N.E.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>There's a lady that comes into my bank branch.  She writes poetry.  I submit it for your approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My Mother Yet Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;Facing her yet again,&lt;br /&gt;every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling,&lt;br /&gt;almost always on,&lt;br /&gt;histronics so similar&lt;br /&gt;to those of the original.&lt;br /&gt;Putting herself on display,&lt;br /&gt;make-up thickly applied.&lt;br /&gt;She adds to the effect with&lt;br /&gt;a showy blonde wig.&lt;br /&gt;Did mother call everyone&lt;br /&gt;'dear' and 'darling' as her clone does?&lt;br /&gt;That I don't recall,&lt;br /&gt;but I know mother was a&lt;br /&gt;crowd-pleaser, as ditto,&lt;br /&gt;my morning slice of phoney-baloney!&lt;br /&gt;How can I interact civilly?&lt;br /&gt;I really know I need to manage better&lt;br /&gt;these feelings if it's not too late to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, every day, it's early tuning up&lt;br /&gt;of a stalling engine.&lt;br /&gt;I almost always drag myself in&lt;br /&gt;groggy and low, and I need desperately&lt;br /&gt;for everyone to be real, but, God,&lt;br /&gt;there's so much going on that isn't.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't smother me with&lt;br /&gt;'dear's or 'darling's or 'ha-ha' in my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be a bitch, but,&lt;br /&gt;at times like these, almost every day,&lt;br /&gt;it's so difficult not to.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need to know Slavia to really appreciate this.  I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-7281191303216513573?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7281191303216513573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=7281191303216513573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7281191303216513573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7281191303216513573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-1444781196298161780</id><published>2008-09-10T18:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:03:51.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RNC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Daily Show'/><title type='text'>How Awesome Is TDS?</title><content type='html'>We watch The Daily Show on DVR, so we're almost a week behind.  I had to tell you that as an explanation as to why I'm saying this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were at the Republican National Convention last week in St. Paul.  At the beginning of every show, they included the phrase, "Restoring Honor and Dignity to the White House."  That's it.  No snark.  No joke.  Because obviously that phrase is a fucking joke &lt;i&gt;on its own merit&lt;/i&gt;.  Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-1444781196298161780?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1444781196298161780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=1444781196298161780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1444781196298161780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1444781196298161780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-awesome-is-tds.html' title='How Awesome Is TDS?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-8484098586838886193</id><published>2008-09-06T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:57:17.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am NOT Meant to Mow the Lawn Today</title><content type='html'>The first thought in my head when I woke up this morning was, "We should do the lawn first thing before Hanna gets here because we won't be able to do it later today or tomorrow."  This summer we've taken to mowing every other weekend, but we really can't let it go longer than that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up to use the facilities at 7:00, it was already raining.  There goes that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground was relatively dry around breakfast time (noon today), so I figured we'd better get it in.  And by "we", I mean both me and Toast - he does the front and I do the back.  I hadn't showered yet, so I decided that I'd do my half first so I could shower while he did his half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking out to the shed to retrieve the lawnmower, I saw poop.  Big poop.  I am poopophobic.  It's probably the main reason I've never owned a dog.  Well, that and the fact that they tend to be a little needy.  Anyways, I find some leaves to pick it up with, but it's squishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whine to Toast that I can't do the lawn because there's poop and I can't move it.  He does the heroic husbandly thing and eradicates the back lawn of the two dastardly doodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the lawnmower out of the shed.  First pull on the cord doesn't start it, but it &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; shoot a tiny little mouse out of the engine area.  He's a little discombobulated.  Once he gets his bearing, he tears ass off the front of the mower and lands upside-down in front of the mower.  I bend over to look at him and make sure he's okay.  He shakes off the fall and runs under the lawnmower.  I tell him he's stupid and lift the machine off so he can scurry off to a safer place.  He scoots into the flower bed.  Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fire up the lawnmower and start around the outer edge of the yard.  I'm at about my fifth pass when the lawnmower stops, just stops cold dead.  I checked the gas, but there was still quite a bit in there.  Toast came out and checked the oil which was low.  I don't know if machines are smart enough to shut down when there's a threat of running out of oil, so I don't know if that's what caused it.  All I know is we don't have the kind of oil for the mower, so I will not be mowing the lawn today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It apparently was not meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-8484098586838886193?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8484098586838886193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=8484098586838886193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8484098586838886193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8484098586838886193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-not-meant-to-mow-lawn-today.html' title='I Am NOT Meant to Mow the Lawn Today'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-773709797645122129</id><published>2008-09-05T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:20:34.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disgruntled Chemist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appetit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yankees'/><title type='text'>Question of the (Insert Preferred Time Period Here)</title><content type='html'>So, next weekend Toast, Fridge, Chemist and I are going to one of the last games at Yankee Stadium.  We had originally tried to gets tickets to an Angels game at said venue as one of these things is not like the others (DC is an Angels fan), but we waited too long and the tickets were prohibitively expensive.  So we're going next Sunday to see the Bronx Bombers play the fucking Devil Rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first the Chemist will be visiting the Shire for a slumber party.  To commemorate the event, I'm going to make my monthly Bon App&amp;#233;tit meal the night that he's here.  I usually give Toast the honors, but tonight, my dear husband's readers, I'm letting you pick the Bon App&amp;#233;tit meal that I make for our guest(s).  Here are the options...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bigoli with Onion-Anchovy Sauce&lt;br /&gt;2. Green Lentil Salad with Bacon and Ham&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/BAKED-FISH-WITH-THAI-LEMON-MINT-SAUCE-243442"&gt;Baked Fish with Thai Lemon-Mint Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/SEMOLINA-GNOCCHI-WITH-OXTAIL-RAG-UGRAVE-243396"&gt;Semolina Gnocchi with Oxtail Ragu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mac and Cheese with Pancetta&lt;br /&gt;6. Angus Meatloaf with Crushed Yukon Gold Potatoes and Bibb Salad&lt;br /&gt;7. Pork Char Siu with Steamed Chinese Buns&lt;br /&gt;8. Slow-Cooked Brisket Sandwiches with Blue (sic) Cheese Coleslaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two recipes that I was able to link from epicurious.com, but the others are relatively straight-forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridge, you're welcome to come up, too.  Whether or not you spend the night is your choice.  We've got an inflatable mattress if you want to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets one vote, except for Tart, who gets two because she knows the subject matter so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-773709797645122129?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/773709797645122129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=773709797645122129&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/773709797645122129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/773709797645122129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/question-of-insert-preferred-time.html' title='Question of the (Insert Preferred Time Period Here)'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-8961057664564162081</id><published>2008-09-02T20:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:45:07.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food Meme - Yum</title><content type='html'>This is cool.  I'll be so impressed if anybody comes anywhere near &lt;a href="http://hestika.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-good-omnivore.html"&gt;Angelos' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bold all the items you’ve eaten.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.&lt;br /&gt;(4. I've added my own bit - put asterisks after what you must try before you die.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: if you don't know what something is, go to the &lt;a href="http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk/uncategorised/the-omnivores-hundred/"&gt;VGT post&lt;/a&gt; , they have wiki links)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Venison&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nettle tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Huevos rancheros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Steak tartare***&lt;br /&gt;5. Crocodile&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cheese fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Carp&lt;br /&gt;9. Borscht&lt;br /&gt;10. Baba ghanoush&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Calamari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pho***&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PB&amp;J sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Aloo gobi&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Epoisses&lt;br /&gt;17. Black truffle***&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Steamed pork buns&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pistachio ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heirloom tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fresh wild berries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Foie gras&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rice and beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Brawn, or head cheese&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strike&gt;Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Dulce de leche***&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oysters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Baklava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Bagna cauda ***&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wasabi peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Salted lassi&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sauerkraut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Root beer float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Cognac with a fat cigar&lt;br /&gt;37. Clotted cream tea&lt;br /&gt;38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oxtail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Curried goat&lt;br /&gt;42. Whole insects&lt;br /&gt;43. Phaal&lt;br /&gt;44. Goat’s milk&lt;br /&gt;45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more***&lt;br /&gt;46. Fugu***&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chicken tikka masala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Eel&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Sea urchin&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prickly pear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Umeboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Abalone&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;McDonald’s Big Mac Meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spaetzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Dirty gin martini&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beer above 8% ABV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Poutine***&lt;br /&gt;60. Carob chips&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S’mores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Sweetbreads&lt;br /&gt;63. Kaolin&lt;br /&gt;64. Currywurst&lt;br /&gt;65. Durian&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Frogs’ legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Haggis&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fried plantain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Chitterlings, or andouillette&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gazpacho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Caviar and blini&lt;br /&gt;73. Louche absinthe***&lt;br /&gt;74. Gjetost, or brunost&lt;br /&gt;75. Roadkill&lt;br /&gt;76. Baijiu&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Snail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Lapsang souchong&lt;br /&gt;80. Bellini&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tom yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Pocky&lt;br /&gt;84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant***&lt;br /&gt;85. Kobe beef***&lt;br /&gt;86. Hare&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Goulash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Horse&lt;br /&gt;90. Criollo chocolate&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soft shell crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Rose harissa&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Catfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mole poblano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Bagel and lox&lt;br /&gt;97. Lobster Thermidor***&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Polenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum, yum, yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-8961057664564162081?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8961057664564162081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=8961057664564162081&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8961057664564162081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8961057664564162081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-meme-yum.html' title='Food Meme - Yum'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-7075031128276733261</id><published>2008-08-31T16:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:50:43.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chest wrinkles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decolletage cream'/><title type='text'>Decolletage</title><content type='html'>Do we have any side-sleepers in the house?  I need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 43 years old.  I got my parents' good aging genes and look younger than I am.  I've got one furrow wrinkle in between my brows and a couple of worry lines on my forehead, but besides that I'm basically wrinkle-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, except for my upper chest.  In this area, I more closely resemble a leathery, elderly sun-worshipper.  I've found through some research that this is because I sleep on my side and it squishes that skin until there are ravines running south from the clavicles.  Does anybody else have this problem?  Have you found anything that fixes it?  And I hate to say "fixes" like this is broken, but I don't like this area of my body looking so much older than any other part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd appreciate any help at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-7075031128276733261?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7075031128276733261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=7075031128276733261&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7075031128276733261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7075031128276733261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/decolletage.html' title='Decolletage'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-2531625591410368992</id><published>2008-08-28T19:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:16:40.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rituals'/><title type='text'>Question of the (Insert Preferred Time Period Here)</title><content type='html'>Coming home after a day at work is a glorious thing.  Walking into your own space, being able to do your own thing between now and when you have to go back to work is one of life's serene joys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, the first thing my Dad would do when he got home was take off his shoes.  My mother-in-law takes off her bra.  Toast immediately changes into his comfy clothes and slippers (cold weather) or Crocs (warm weather).  To feel completely comfortable, I put on a bandeau to pull the hair off of my face and use a clippie to put up the back.  There, all better!  I can even walk around in my work clothes for a while as long as the hair's off my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thing do you do when you get home from work that signifies the break and eases you into your evening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-2531625591410368992?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2531625591410368992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=2531625591410368992&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2531625591410368992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2531625591410368992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/question-of-insert-preferred-time.html' title='Question of the (Insert Preferred Time Period Here)'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-8972301765353913567</id><published>2008-08-13T17:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:14:44.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random iPod'/><title type='text'>Happy Vinyl Day!</title><content type='html'>This is a &lt;a href="http://konagod.blogspot.com/2008/08/meme-time.html"&gt;meme from konagod&lt;/a&gt; that may be fun or it may be tedious (see &lt;a href="http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/furious-meme.html"&gt;Furious' meme&lt;/a&gt;).  I'm sure it'll be fine, except for the fact that &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; iPod is actually Toast's old iPod and I haven't updated it with music that I want on it yet.  This could be an exercise then, even for me.  And I'm going with Angelos' suggestion of only doing 10 songs.  And I hope I have enough (borrowed) readers to play. :)  Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New York snow this time of year&lt;br /&gt;   There's nothing more beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;   Except for you&lt;br /&gt;   Making my way on the town and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Debbie just hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;   She never had it all&lt;br /&gt;   One Prozac a day&lt;br /&gt;   Husband's a CPA &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt;1985&lt;/i&gt; - Bowling for Soup(Susan got it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She packed my bags last night pre-flight&lt;br /&gt;   Zero hour nine a.m.&lt;br /&gt;   And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then&lt;br /&gt;   I miss the earth so much I miss my wife&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Rocket Man&lt;/i&gt; - Elton John(Got it - Wilde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's a man I've found&lt;br /&gt;   Could bring us all joy!&lt;br /&gt;   There's a doctor I've found can cure the boy!&lt;br /&gt;   A doctor I've found can cure the boy!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt;There's a Doctor I've Found&lt;/i&gt; - The Who (Mike got it, better late than never)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Well, if you want to sing out, sing out&lt;br /&gt;   And if you want to be free, be free&lt;br /&gt;   cause there's a million things to be &lt;br /&gt;   You know that there are &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt;If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out&lt;/i&gt; - Cat Stevens(Wilde again - from an old favorite movie of Toast's - "Harry and Maude")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;br /&gt;   I don’t like your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;   No way! No way!&lt;br /&gt;   I think you need a new one &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/i&gt; - Avril Levigne(Yay, Angelos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Revvin' up your engine&lt;br /&gt;   Listen to her howlin' roar&lt;br /&gt;   Metal under tension&lt;br /&gt;   Beggin' you to touch and go &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Danger Zone&lt;/i&gt; by Kenny Loggins from the Top Gun soundtrack and while he tried to leave it for VMH, Angelos got this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't think me unkind&lt;br /&gt;   Words are hard to find&lt;br /&gt;   The only cheques I've left unsigned&lt;br /&gt;   From the banks of chaos in my mind &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt;De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da&lt;/i&gt; - The Police(Joolz got this one - Welcome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sitting in my class&lt;br /&gt;   Just drifting away&lt;br /&gt;   Staring into the windows of the world&lt;br /&gt;   I can't hear the teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I never knew that a kid like me&lt;br /&gt;    Could take his mic around the world and flash the big S.D.&lt;br /&gt;    And rock the masses, from Madrid to Calabassas&lt;br /&gt;    Tijuana, Mexico, bootleg demos in Tokyo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I only did songs that I know, so it's relatively representative of my music.  Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-8972301765353913567?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8972301765353913567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=8972301765353913567&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8972301765353913567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8972301765353913567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-vinyl-day.html' title='Happy Vinyl Day!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-1837868890527238532</id><published>2008-08-10T15:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:00:11.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venus Williams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephon Marbury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Jessica Parker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheap Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve and Barry&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Notes From Cheap Girl</title><content type='html'>Sarah Jessica Parker has a line of clothing out called &lt;a href="http://www.bittensjp.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bitten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Everything in the line - jeans, jackets, jewelry, everything - is $20 or under.  SJP wants people to be fashionable even if they don't have a ton of cash.  Very admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only store that carries it, to my knowledge, is &lt;a href="http://www.steveandbarrys.com/"&gt;Steve and Barry's&lt;/a&gt;.  The closest one to me is at the Eastfield Mall in Springfield, which is about an hour away as it's on the far eastern side of the city which is basically inaccessible by highway.  I've never gone because it seemed like kind of a pain in the ass to get to, although I've wanted to check it out and own some of her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, S&amp;B's is going out of business, so I figured I'd better high tail it if I wanted to own any of the &lt;i&gt;Bitten&lt;/i&gt; line.  I went up this past Thursday with my Mom.  Lots of cute stuff in the store.  None of the clothes looked good on me, but I did get a beautiful gold winter scarf and a long brushed gold-tone necklace with a pretty light blue stone wrapped in gold wire at the end.  These two, plus every other item in the store, are only $8.98 each!  It's a going out of business sale, yo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have college jackets, T-shirts, jeans, PJ's and other celebrity lines, including &lt;a href="http://www.elevenbyvenus.com/"&gt;Venus Williams&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.starbury.com/"&gt;Stephon Marbury&lt;/a&gt; (who I always thought was kinda cool because instead of going for a crazy lucrative sneaker deal, he designed something even people on the tightest budgets could afford).  Especially with school starting soon, I can't recommend the place enough.  Pop in - you're bound to find something you like.  And for $8.98, you can't go wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-1837868890527238532?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1837868890527238532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=1837868890527238532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1837868890527238532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/1837868890527238532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/notes-from-cheap-girl.html' title='Notes From Cheap Girl'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-7418507901939469988</id><published>2008-08-09T11:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:32:31.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lee Stranahan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Kos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Edwards'/><title type='text'>Free Lee</title><content type='html'>It's only been one day since the news broke, but I don't see this becoming the firestorm that &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lee-stranahan/say-it-aint-so-john-why-p_b_115165.html"&gt;Lee Stranahan&lt;/a&gt; thought it would.  Phew!  It's not pretty, because John Edwards will now come crashing down off of his pedestal, but I don't think the media is going to do much with this.  It's a juice story, but it's not like he's the candidate or anything.  And thank Flying Spaghetti Monster for that.  It would most indubitably have been our downfall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally going to lament over how John Edwards could have been so incredibly stupid as to jeopardize the future of this country to feed his own ego.  But then I went over to Kos to see what kind of kerfuffle Lee had stirred up.  WTF?!?!?!?!?  Seriously?  He's banned?  Uh, he was right.  I don't know if he got it right that the blue states would have necessarily pounced on this were it Romney as he is a douchebag and a Mormon, but it would've made for a lot of jokes.  That's all.  Everything else Lee stated in his post was accurate.  He actually didn't even go far enough stating how irresponsible it was of Edwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee got accused of being rude and that's why he was banned.  Wow, what complete and utter bullshit.  If people had said half the shit about me, I may've been rude in retort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I was attacked. Read the comments if you have any doubts. I was called an asshole and a prick and a douchebag and liar and a troll and a concern troll and if I wasn’t troll, I was sure ACTING like a troll. People said I fucked gorillas and dogs. I was compared to dictators and told my penis should fall off. I was accused of being a GOP operative. It was seriously suggested that I worked for Karl Rove or Walmart. My motivations, intelligence, honesty, fitness to write and future prospects were all questions.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee's a very old friend and he's wicked smaht.  I'm glad to see that his extreme intelligence has taken him down the same path that I followed - from Objectivist to Libertarian to Democrat.  It's a strange path, but my bestest of friends have followed it also.  That's saying something.  But anyhoo, I shall be contacting the administrators over at Kos and asking for an apology and his disbanment (is that a word?).  I know he has some friends among my (borrowed) readers (I'm looking at you, Chris Howard), so I hope you'll follow me over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-7418507901939469988?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7418507901939469988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=7418507901939469988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7418507901939469988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7418507901939469988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-lee.html' title='Free Lee'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-2133569512598124521</id><published>2008-08-03T19:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:33:04.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend chores'/><title type='text'>Productive - oui ou non?</title><content type='html'>Today, Toast and I were supposed to get these things done - unclog a drain, weed the garden, mow the lawn, clean the kitchen and scrub the mildew off the shower curtain (it's plastic and I would normally just throw it out, but I'm trying to keep stuff out of landfills as much as I can). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that actually got done were the unclogging of the drain, the weeding of approximately 3 square feet of garden and clean up the brick sidewalk and driveway, and go through two giant piles of (37) saved magazines in the kitchen (this literally took about 2 hours, because I had to go through each one, check the dog-eared pages and either rip them out or do them).  Not all of our planned stuff got done, but I cleaned the hallway, tidied up the dining room and Toast did two loads of laundry and cleaned the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get frustrated when things don't go as planned.  Would you consider this a productive day even though barely half of our planned things got done?  BTW, the lawn didn't really need mowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-2133569512598124521?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2133569512598124521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=2133569512598124521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2133569512598124521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2133569512598124521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/productive-oui-ou-non.html' title='Productive - oui ou non?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-121816255051397884</id><published>2008-07-28T18:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:13:49.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dark Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quantum of Solace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Craig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Day the Earth Stood Still'/><title type='text'>Previews</title><content type='html'>Toast and I went to see &lt;i&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/i&gt; over the weekend.  &lt;I&gt;AMAZING!!!&lt;/i&gt;  Absolutely wonderful movie - great pace, great acting, great development.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even before the movie started, two previews had me staring at the screen, mouth agape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/2008/06/30/quantum-of-solace-teaser-trailer/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quantum of Solace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the new James Bond movie looks incredible.  I've read all the Bond books and Daniel Craig is the best.  Bond.  Ever.  I shall never miss a one if he is in it.  November 7, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw the original &lt;a href="http://moviesblog.mtv.com/2008/07/04/the-day-the-earth-stood-still-trailer-is-here/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Day the Earth Stood Still&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as a young teen and I fell in love with the storyline.  This looks so well made that 12/12 can't come soon enough.  Klaatu barada nikto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally live life one day at a time (or one vacation at a time), but these two will be stuck in the back of my brain and every once in a while, I'll think, "Can't wait for November!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-121816255051397884?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/121816255051397884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=121816255051397884&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/121816255051397884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/121816255051397884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/previews.html' title='Previews'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-4178070785316806503</id><published>2008-07-27T13:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:30:28.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawnmower Man?</title><content type='html'>(Kinda sorry to steal from my husband, but...) Overheard at Casa de Toast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (who often talks to herself)(upon exiting the shower and hearing a lawnmower out front, knowing that 3 out of 5 adjacent yard-owners mowed their lawns yesterday with one other not being close enough to confuse the sound and the other going for weeks at a time without their service coming) Oh, my husband's mowing the lawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: (from office chair) What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-4178070785316806503?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4178070785316806503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=4178070785316806503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/4178070785316806503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/4178070785316806503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/lawnmower-man.html' title='Lawnmower Man?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-3417307057394579839</id><published>2008-07-25T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:15:25.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albums'/><title type='text'>The Furious Meme</title><content type='html'>This looks like a lot of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1965_in_music#Albums_released"&gt;wikipedia page of the year of your birth&lt;/a&gt;, and pick the best (or your favorite) album from each year you've been alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1965 - &lt;i&gt;Help!&lt;/i&gt; - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;1966 - &lt;i&gt;If You Can Believe Your Eyes &amp; Ears&lt;/i&gt; - The Mamas and the Papas&lt;br /&gt;1967 - &lt;i&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;/i&gt; - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;1968 - &lt;i&gt;The White Album&lt;/i&gt; - The Beatles (although it pained me to not pick &lt;i&gt;Waiting For the Sun&lt;/i&gt; by the Doors, one of my first favorite albums)&lt;br /&gt;1969 - &lt;i&gt;Abbey Road&lt;/i&gt; - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;1970 - &lt;i&gt;Pearl&lt;/i&gt; - Janis Joplin (&lt;i&gt;American Beauty&lt;/i&gt; was also excellent)&lt;br /&gt;1971 - &lt;i&gt;Led Zeppelin IV&lt;/i&gt; - um, Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;1972 - &lt;i&gt;Burning Love&lt;/i&gt; - Elvis&lt;br /&gt;1973 - &lt;i&gt;Tubular Bells&lt;/i&gt; - Mike Oldfield&lt;br /&gt;1974 - &lt;i&gt;The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway&lt;/i&gt; - Genesis&lt;br /&gt;1975 - &lt;i&gt;Born To Run&lt;/i&gt; - Bruuuuuuuce&lt;br /&gt;1976 - &lt;i&gt;2112&lt;/i&gt; - Rush&lt;br /&gt;1977 - &lt;i&gt;Never Mind the Bullocks, Here's the Sex Pistols&lt;/i&gt; - The Sex Pistols (left to my own devices, I would've put a semicolon instead of a comma)&lt;br /&gt;1978 - &lt;i&gt;The Cars&lt;/i&gt; - The Cars&lt;br /&gt;1979 - &lt;i&gt;Breakfast in America&lt;/i&gt; - Supertramp&lt;br /&gt;1980 - &lt;i&gt;Back in Black&lt;/i&gt; - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;1981 - &lt;i&gt;Abacab&lt;/i&gt; - Genesis&lt;br /&gt;1982 - &lt;i&gt;Signals&lt;/i&gt; - Rush&lt;br /&gt;1983 - I'm so sorry, but this is a tie and I cannot decide - &lt;i&gt;90125&lt;/i&gt; by Yes and &lt;i&gt;War&lt;/i&gt; by U2 (AND I was initially going to go with &lt;i&gt;The Crossing&lt;/i&gt; by Big Country because &lt;i&gt;In A Big Country&lt;/i&gt; is my favorite song ever)&lt;br /&gt;1984 - &lt;i&gt;Purple Rain&lt;/i&gt; soundtrack - Prince&lt;br /&gt;1985 - &lt;i&gt;Rum, Sodomy and the Lash&lt;/i&gt; - The Pogues&lt;br /&gt;1986 - &lt;i&gt;So&lt;/i&gt; - Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;1987 - &lt;i&gt;Appetite for Destruction&lt;/i&gt; - Guns 'n Roses&lt;br /&gt;1988 - &lt;i&gt;Rattle and Hum&lt;/i&gt; - U2&lt;br /&gt;1989 - &lt;i&gt;Paul's Boutique&lt;/i&gt; - Beastie Boys&lt;br /&gt;1990 - &lt;i&gt;Shake Your Money Maker&lt;/i&gt; - The Black Crowes&lt;br /&gt;1991 - &lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt; - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;1992 - &lt;i&gt;Funky Divas&lt;/i&gt; - En Vogue&lt;br /&gt;1993 - &lt;i&gt;Exile in Guyville&lt;/i&gt; - Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Evil, evil, evil meme, making me choose!  It's not right!  Goddamnit!  I can't.  It's a 3-way tie.  I don't care.  I can't choose.  &lt;i&gt;Superunknown&lt;/i&gt; - Soundgarden; &lt;i&gt;Throwing Copper&lt;/i&gt; - Live; &lt;i&gt;Under the Table and Dreaming&lt;/i&gt; - Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;1995 - &lt;i&gt;Sparkle and Fade&lt;/i&gt; - Everclear&lt;br /&gt;1996 - &lt;i&gt;Sublime&lt;/i&gt; - Sublime&lt;br /&gt;1997 - &lt;i&gt;Deconstructed&lt;/i&gt; - Bush&lt;br /&gt;1998 - &lt;i&gt;Devil Without a Cause&lt;/i&gt; - Kid Rock&lt;br /&gt;1999 - &lt;i&gt;Significant Other&lt;/i&gt; - Limp Bizkit&lt;br /&gt;2000 - &lt;i&gt;The Marshall Mathers LP&lt;/i&gt; - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;2001 - &lt;i&gt;Morning View&lt;/i&gt; - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;2002 - &lt;i&gt;Come Away With Me&lt;/i&gt; - Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;2003 - &lt;i&gt;Speakerboxxx/The Love Below&lt;/i&gt; - Outkast&lt;br /&gt;2004 - &lt;i&gt;American Idiot&lt;/i&gt; - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Am I just old or did this year suck for music?  &lt;i&gt;Unwritten&lt;/i&gt; - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;2006 - &lt;i&gt;Future Sex/Love Sounds&lt;/i&gt; - Justin Timberlake (he's a fun guy - this year featured the Jonas Brothers and Paris Hilton, so cut me some slack - I'm not up on music like I used to be)&lt;br /&gt;2007 - &lt;i&gt;Back to Black&lt;/i&gt; - Amy Winehouse (I think this was released in 2006, but it was a best seller in 2007)&lt;br /&gt;2008 - I plead the fifth.  I just don't follow music anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, this was too much work.  I'm not tagging anyone, although, if you read Furios' blog, you've already been tagged.  Hah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past the bird's bedtime now.  Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This exercise frustrated me.  I forgot that in dealing with Wikipedia, you're getting what has been put in here by the general public.  There were artists that would come up and I'd think, "Hey, that's not his first album, but this is the first year I saw his name listed!  Damn!"  That could explain things like 1992, 1997 and 2006 (I don't even know that album!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-3417307057394579839?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3417307057394579839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=3417307057394579839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3417307057394579839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3417307057394579839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/furious-meme.html' title='The Furious Meme'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-6863279127231527809</id><published>2008-07-23T17:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:46:03.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Spader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Rod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Vedder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Colbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peyton Manning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin Spacey'/><title type='text'>Forgivable Five</title><content type='html'>I had to wait for Toast at the gym today as I got done a bit before him.  I decided to put in some time on the bike while reading one of the gym magazines.  I was perusing all of the &lt;i&gt;Health&lt;/i&gt;'s and &lt;i&gt;Fitness&lt;/i&gt;es and &lt;i&gt;GQ&lt;/i&gt;'s when I saw a headline that intrigued me on &lt;i&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/i&gt;'s October 2007 issue - &lt;b&gt;Meet the &lt;i&gt;Real&lt;/i&gt; Stephen Colbert&lt;/b&gt;.  I would absolutely &lt;i&gt;lurve&lt;/i&gt; to meet the real Stephen Colbert, so I picked it up and went over to the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to the page listed for the story and this is what greeted me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.twoglasses.com/images/stephen_vanity_fair.jpg "&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/images/stephen_vanity_fair.jpg " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; he's hawt!  I'm not really one to drool as I've married the man of my dreams, but there are just some men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my Question - what five famous people would you want listed in the contract that your significant other had to forgive you if, you know, you just &lt;i&gt;happened&lt;/i&gt; to meet them and you just &lt;i&gt;happened&lt;/i&gt; to hit it off and they just &lt;i&gt;happened&lt;/i&gt; to express interest in some hot, shallow monkey sex? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stephen T. Colbert.  There's something about a smart, funny man that I find incredibly sexy.  The mystery aspect of him always being in character only adds to the intrigue.  Yow.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.culturebully.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/daniel-boud-eddie-vedder.jpg"&gt;Eddie Vedder&lt;/a&gt;.  Physically very attractive, creative, confident and there's that spark of "just a little crazy" in his eyes.  Ooh, baby.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/men/peyton-manning/pictures/peyton-manning-picture-4.jpg"&gt;Peyton&lt;/a&gt;.  Big, strong and doofy.  Yeah, I like 'em like that, too.  Sometimes a woman likes to feel tiny and girly.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/men/alex-rodriguez/pictures/alex-rodriguez-picture-5.jpg"&gt;A-Rod&lt;/a&gt;.  Big and strong, but not doofy.  However, the combination of him being in touch with his feelings and the smoldering Latino thing would definitely get him around the bases, if you know what I mean.  Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to have &lt;a href="http://www.moonbattery.com/archives/bill-clinton.jpg"&gt;Bill Clinton&lt;/a&gt; in this spot, but he behaved so boorishly during the primaries that he's out.  I'm not sure now.  There's got to be some movie star.  Think, think.  &lt;a href="http://bestof.provocateuse.com/images/photos/johnny_depp_99.jpg"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/a&gt;?  Yes, but no.  &lt;a href="http://www.solocine.it/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/kevin-spacey.jpg"&gt;Kevin Spacey&lt;/a&gt;?  No, but yes.  I know!  Although he ain't all that anymore, &lt;a href="http://kateblogsworth.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/james-spader.jpg"&gt;James Spader&lt;/a&gt; used to be the man that all women found hot.  It was universal.  "Sex, Lies and Videotape"?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, this is a meme!  I'm tagging Toast, Fridge, all the Howards, Angelos, Wilde, the god who is kona, Mike, Tart and maurinsky.  Not Chemist, because he's newly engaged and it might be too early to start busting out such things.  And, obviously, if your significant other doesn't have this particular type of sense of humor, you get a pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-6863279127231527809?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6863279127231527809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=6863279127231527809&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/6863279127231527809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/6863279127231527809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/stc.html' title='Forgivable Five'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-5610872074183857382</id><published>2008-07-05T15:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:54:08.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parakeet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albania'/><title type='text'>Ode to a Coach and a 'Keet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-F_tT-q8EF0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-F_tT-q8EF0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a huge fan of mnemonic devices, so when Coach started singing about Albania, I had a whole new set of facts to store with virtually no effort!  If it goes with the timing, I can sing about many things to the ditty that he made up.  For instance, there's this bird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRwgzrC6MWY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRwgzrC6MWY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-5610872074183857382?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5610872074183857382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=5610872074183857382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/5610872074183857382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/5610872074183857382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/ode-to-coach-and-keet.html' title='Ode to a Coach and a &apos;Keet'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-2351106267081901044</id><published>2008-07-04T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:31:37.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July Meme</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of Toast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Are you "proud to be an American"?&lt;br /&gt;      Not presently.  Sad.  Our president is an embarrassment.  Our economy is leading the downward spiral because of our unchecked greed.  But I think a lot of Americans are starting to see that our arrogance is unwarranted and maybe we'll stop resting on our laurels and start being a country I can be proud of again.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 2. Favorite Founding Father?&lt;br /&gt;      Ben Franklin. Smart, funny, suave, fun-haver.  I'd definitely hang out with him were he around today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Favorite president?&lt;br /&gt;      It used to be Calvin Coolidge because he didn't really do much (back when I was an Objectivist small-government-loving Libertarian).  And while he's no longer my favorite, he is from Northampton, Massachusetts and he was a funny fucking guy.  I don't currently have a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. Biggest "Patriotic Moment"?&lt;br /&gt;      Can't think of one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Favorite patriotic song?&lt;br /&gt;      It's not really patriotic, but I love "American Girl" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. Favorite American cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;      New England clam chowder...mmmm, creamy goodness surrounding chewy clams.  Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Happiest political moment of your life?&lt;br /&gt;      I never cared much about politics before hooking up with Toast and not much good has happened since then politically, so I'll go with Ned Lamont winning the Democratic nomination for Senate.  I'll always hold a special place in the coldest, darkest part of my heart for that fuckwad, Joe Lie-berman, for fucking that all up.  It started a grassroots movement, though, so not all was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Best fireworks display you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;      I don't have a good memory for such things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. America's gift to the world?&lt;br /&gt;      Our attitude and our music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite Bill of Rights right?&lt;br /&gt;      The first, second and sixth all both great, but I'll go with a nice combination of the first and second. &lt;blockquote&gt;"The people should never fear their government; the government should fear its citizens." &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;"Oh, how I wish our populace were educated about the concept of a General Strike! Combine the political possibilities of a nationwide shutdown with the communicative power of the net, and that might well be more fearful to a government than an armed populace. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;(Thank you, nightshift.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite American Holiday?&lt;br /&gt;      Thanksgiving.  Turkey.  Potatoes.  Cranberries.  Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite D.C. monument?&lt;br /&gt;      I guess the Lincoln Memorial.  I haven't been to Washington, D.C. since I was a preteen, so I don't have a good recollection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your dream for America's future?&lt;br /&gt;      To learn from our myriad mistakes and come out all the better because of them.  Lead the world in technology, space exploration, the arts, start a new Renaissance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-2351106267081901044?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2351106267081901044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=2351106267081901044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2351106267081901044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/2351106267081901044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july-meme.html' title='Fourth of July Meme'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-7470765235822606664</id><published>2008-06-23T20:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:04:31.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prepared beer'/><title type='text'>Bon Appetit Drink, June '08</title><content type='html'>Every month, Bon App&amp;#233;tit has a featured drink and I figure, why the hell not?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Michelada, at its core a simple mixture of beer and hot sauce, sounds like a drink concocted by cash-strapped college kids.  But &lt;i&gt;cerveza preparada&lt;/i&gt; (prepared beer) is a traditional favorite in Mexico and the American Southwest, where you'll never find it made the same way twice (and where it is often enjoyed in the morning after a long night).  Some like the addition of tomato juice, but on a sweltering summer's day we prefer a crisp, refreshing version like the one from Israel Prado of El Chile Cafe y Cantina in Austin.  It's our new favorite hot-weather cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lime wedge&lt;br /&gt;  Chile with salt and lime seasoning (such as Chilimon)*&lt;br /&gt;  Ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons fresh lime juice&lt;br /&gt;1 dash hot pepper sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 dash Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 12-ounce bottle Dos Equis lager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run lime wedge around rim of 20-ounce glass [bigger than a pint - we used the infamous Coors Light football glasses from BWW - perfect!] to moisten.  Pour seasoning onto small plate; dip rim of glass in seasoning.  Fill glass with ice.  Add lime juice, hot pepper sauce, and Worcestershire sauce to glass.  Add beer.  Sprinkle with more seasoning and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A dry seasoning blend of chiles, salt, and lime; available at some supermarkets and Latin markets.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is surprisingly &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; refreshing.  I thought the bite of the pepper sauce would remove that, but it seems to do the opposite.  It's as if that little bit of kick accentuates the stimulating and crisp cold of the icy beer and lime juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe doesn't mention that you should mix it and the picture in the magazine shows a darkness hovering around the bottom of the glass that implies you shouldn't, but it was much better when you stir it up and get all of the flavor in every sip.  Also I didn't find Chilimon (although I love the name and will seek it out), but mixing kosher salt with chile powder seemed to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drink is a nice change of pace.  I find it much more refreshing than straight beer on a warm summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, let me know if you try it and what you think.  And this isn't a meme, but I think I'm going to tag Chemist on this one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-7470765235822606664?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7470765235822606664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=7470765235822606664&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7470765235822606664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7470765235822606664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/bon-appetit-drink-june-08.html' title='Bon Appetit Drink, June &apos;08'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-7646483836731568284</id><published>2008-06-23T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:39:42.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appetit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Bon Appetit Meal, June '08</title><content type='html'>The meal Toast picked for this month was a wonderful combination of tastes and textures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Farfalle with Chicken, Tomatoes, Carmelized Onions and Goat Cheese&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 to 6 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pasta is loaded with appealing flavors: sweet onions and tomatoes, tangy goat cheese, earthy spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 large red onions, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons Sherry wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon sugar&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces farfalle&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dry white wine &lt;br /&gt;1 cup low-salt chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;6 heirloom tomatoes, cored, chopped (about 5 cups)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups shredded cooked chicken (from 1/2 rotisserie chicken)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup thinly sliced basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons chopped fresh marjoram&lt;br /&gt;3 cups baby spinach&lt;br /&gt;3 ounces soft fresh goat cheese, crumbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oil in heavy large skillet over medium-high heat.  Add onions; sprinkle with salt and cook until beginning to brown, stirring often, about 8 minutes [probably actually went about twice that long].  Reduce heat to medium-low.  Stir in vinegar and sugar; cook until onions are browned, stirring often, about 15 minutes.  Transfer carmelized onions to bowl; reserve skillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, cook pasta in large pot of boiling salted water until tender but still firm to bite, stirring occasionally.  Drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add wine to reserved skillet.  Boil until reduced to 1/2 cup, 3 minutes.  Add pasta, onions, broth, and next 4 ingredients.  Season with salt and pepper.  Stir over medium heat to warm through, about 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide spinach among plates.  Spoon pasta over spinach.  Top with crumbled goat cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a nice recipe.  It was easy, but the prep work took a while - that's a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of onion and tomato chopping.  I used a chardonnay as it was the only white I had on hand and I used on-the-vine tomatoes instead of heirloom (Dude, heirloom tomatoes are &lt;i&gt;expensive&lt;/i&gt;!).  It turned out just fine with these two alterations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flavors were very fresh and light.  You can easily get away with adding more chicken.  That would only be a benefit.  I used 4 ounces of goat cheese instead of three and probably could've done with even more.  Mmm, goat cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe makes a lot of food.  I did the full boat as we like leftovers in this family.  Well, Toast had a helping and a half for dinner, I had one helping for dinner, then we still had 3 lunches from it (1 large one for Toast, two smaller for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very good choice.  Let me know if you try it and what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-7646483836731568284?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7646483836731568284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=7646483836731568284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7646483836731568284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7646483836731568284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/bon-appetit-meal-june-08.html' title='Bon Appetit Meal, June &apos;08'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-3255123098547997859</id><published>2008-06-22T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:48:09.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dell Inspiron 530'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>I like to call this one "I'm Getting A New Computer"</title><content type='html'>I'M GETTING A NEW COMPUTER!  I'M GETTING A NEW COMPUTER!  I'M GETTING A NEW COMPUTER!  I'M GETTING A NEW COMPUTER!  OMFSM, I AM SO EXCITED!  I'M GETTING A NEW COMPUTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm excited?  Today I ordered a brand spanking new Dell Inspiron 530.  For those of you who are acquainted with the geeky arts, it has an Intel&amp;#174; Core&amp;trade; 2 duo processor, 2GB dual channel DDR2 SDRAM and a 250GB Serial ATA hard drive.  I don't know what any of this means, but Toast says it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  I'M GETTING A NEW COMPUTER!  I'M GETTING A NEW COMPUTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-3255123098547997859?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3255123098547997859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=3255123098547997859&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3255123098547997859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3255123098547997859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-like-to-call-this-one-im-getting-new.html' title='I like to call this one &quot;I&apos;m Getting A New Computer&quot;'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-3909876592366524246</id><published>2008-06-13T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:06:02.522-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aphrodite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nubian Heritage soaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politically correct'/><title type='text'>Across the Cultures</title><content type='html'>(CAUTION - drunk post!)  I have a coworker named Aphrodite.  She was born in New York City, but her parents are straight-off-the-boat Greeks.  Many people of other cultures, though, can't get her name right.  People have called her "Ananconda", "Aphrodisiac", even "Arbor Vitae."  It makes for much amusement in the workplace.  There was once even an African American (read: black) gentleman who called her Nefertiti.  Not even close phonetically, but similar in the goddess aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my cross-cultural story - I bought &lt;i&gt;Nubian Heritage&lt;/i&gt; soap.  It's "100% Black Owned &amp; Proud of It!"  Excellent.  I just hope that us white people can use it, too!  The smells were so wonderful and the price was so right at Wild Oats (compared to the $6.29's of other soaps) (excepting the $1.19 of the most awesome Chandrika Ayurvedic soap of which I purchased two bars!) that I bought four, bitchez!  Oh, the scents of the Black Seed Soap with Apricot Oil and Wild Honey (Cold Pressed).  Or the African Black Soap (black box, black soap) with Shea Butter, Oats and Aloe (Deep Cleansing)!  The first one that got me was the lovely Coconut &amp; Papaya Soap with Vanilla Beans (this is said to be "Skin Brightening").  And then there's the Shea Butter Soap, of course, with Lavender and Wildflowers (Extra Gentle &amp; Ultra Moisturizing).  All so scrumpdilly, yo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that black peoples' skin is different from whites'.  I went to a mostly black, some Hispanic and a little bit of whites high school.  I know that black people get ashy skin.  Other than that, I hope there's not much of a difference and that these &lt;i&gt;Nubian Heritage&lt;/i&gt; soaps make me and my white husband clean and good-smelling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-3909876592366524246?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3909876592366524246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=3909876592366524246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3909876592366524246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3909876592366524246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/across-cultures.html' title='Across the Cultures'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-4172301567696830829</id><published>2008-06-10T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:44:15.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heebie jeebies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>Heebie Jeebies</title><content type='html'>I have a weird thing about skin.  I have nightmares where a bunch of little spiders will come out of one of my pores.  Or one where a pore is just a big hole, big enough you could stick your finger in, with a hair growing up out of the middle of it.  Any holes in skin or things in skin really creeps me out.  I bet it comes from my "Uncle" Archie - he had shrapnel in his skin from WWII and periodically a piece would come out of him.  Just show up, sticking out of his body.  He'd scratch at it and pick until he got it out.  Then there'd be this hole in his skin that was so big you could stick stuff in it.  I can barely type this I've got the heebie jeebies so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tell you about this heebie jeebiness because I got bit by a tick this weekend.  I don't know if it happened when I was mowing or when I went to Toast's ride (the parking area was a muddy lot near a lot of trees and water).  I'm thinking it happened when I was mowing, because I was so sweaty and bug-pestered that I was just brushing the bugs off of me without really paying attention to what they looked like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what it was at first, but by doing a little bit of research, I found that the black dot on my arm with the red circle around it and the white circle around that was indeed a tick bite.  No big.  I'm sure Lyme Disease isn't pleasant, but I can handle it, if it indeed comes to that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went about my business the next day.  I told people I had a tick bite, but no one thought anything of it.  One of my coworkers, Debra, had actually been hospitalized last year with complications from a tick bite.  I showed it to her at about two in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Tracy, the head's still in there!  You have to get that out!"  My eyes just about popped out of my head.  Yeah, I have to get that out!  I immediately went to my computer and scoured Google for pictures.  I was mortified.  And frozen.  That was what I had in my arm.  I could hardly breathe.  I tried to do some work, but I couldn't.  I was in no mental state to do anything, but go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called and made an appointment, but couldn't even wait the hour and a half until I was done for the day.  I left work immediately and headed straight for his office.  The wait wasn't too long and I kept myself relatively calm in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called my name fifteen minutes later and I only had another fifteen minute wait before the doctor came in.  He concurred with Debra's assertion and was concerned about the bullseye rings, too.  He left the room for a moment and came back with a scalpel.  Normally my reaction to this would've been, "What do you think you're doing with that?"  In this instance, however,  I was perfectly willing to let him cut me, anaesthesia or no.  Just get this out of me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple flicks and the deed was done.  I was immediately relieved.  He gave me an antibiotic just in case there were any Lyme issues, but I didn't even care about that anymore.  The terrible little head was out of my skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-4172301567696830829?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4172301567696830829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=4172301567696830829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/4172301567696830829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/4172301567696830829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/heebie-jeebies.html' title='Heebie Jeebies'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-968817637076200434</id><published>2008-06-07T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:01:50.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Morning Song</title><content type='html'>I lately realized that every single day upon awakening, I've got a song in my head.  I don't know if it's remnants from a dream or if I'm in some sleep stage just before awakening that picks up radio waves.  Either way, it's funky and it's not just me - Toast has concurred with me on this.  Now we wake up every morning and ask the other what song is in their head.  Do you experience this also?  I bet if you pay attention, you'll find that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late, I usually have songs that are played on the radio station at work, &lt;a href="http://www.wrch.com/"&gt;WRCH&lt;/a&gt;.  It's not a bad work station, but I've had everything in my head from country songs to Madonna to this morning's tune, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj0Do0aVcKA"&gt;Not Gonna Write You A Love Song&lt;/a&gt;.  I fear Celine Dion or Michael Bolton may be next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-968817637076200434?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/968817637076200434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=968817637076200434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/968817637076200434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/968817637076200434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-song.html' title='Morning Song'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-9157806298992870637</id><published>2008-06-06T18:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:37:18.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masked Man&quot;'/><title type='text'>Thank you, Sandman?</title><content type='html'>I've always raved to Toast about the Sandman comic series by Neil Gaiman.  I had a friend who was &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt; into comics and he thought I'd like these.  Well, he was absolutely right!  I don't remember a lot about them as it was almost twenty years ago.  I just remember they were wicked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I got Toast a few collections for Xmas and he, after finishing many other things he needed to read first, has been soaking them up like a sponge.  For some reason, though, whenever I mention the name "Sandman", his thoughts go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZMTPGc0Z6A"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; skit by Lenny Bruce called "Thank You, Masked Man."  Of course he titters at the thought, because TYMM is absolutely hilarious.  Classic shit.  I hope you enjoy it.  And definitely check out Sandman if you haven't already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-9157806298992870637?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9157806298992870637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=9157806298992870637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/9157806298992870637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/9157806298992870637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-sandman.html' title='Thank you, Sandman?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-8654968472945941538</id><published>2008-06-01T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:42:08.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carne Asada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Appetit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Bon App&amp;#233tit Meal, May '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh, Bon Appétit, how do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.  I love thee to the depth and breadth and height that my tongue can taste and my stomach can stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, I have been a HUGE fan of BA for years, nay decades, now.  I have read all the others, the &lt;i&gt;Cooking Light&lt;/i&gt;'s, the &lt;i&gt;Gourmet&lt;/i&gt;'s, the &lt;i&gt;Food and Wine&lt;/i&gt;'s.  None can compare.  It's their adventurous yet approachable recipes combined with wonderful asides covering spirits, travel and gadgets that make it a perfect foodie magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as Toast and I have been together, we've had a tradition where I'll read each month's edition, dog-ear the recipes that I'd like to make and then let him pick out his favorite.  Some have been great, some became semi-regular stars on the menu, others too labor-intensive or just not our cup of tea, but it's always interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus starts the BA Meal of the Month!  I hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe chosen from the May '08 edition was Carne Asada (I can't help but think of that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBJCoPRRDuw"&gt;Taco Bell commercial&lt;/a&gt; with the lions saying, "Carrrrrrne asada") with Salsa Mexicana.  Please note that everything in brackets "[]" are my comments.  Also know that whenever I do a recipe for the first time, I follow it by the book.  I'll let you know afterwards if I'd make any alterations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carne Asada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 to 8 servings [halves perfectly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arrachera&lt;/i&gt; (skirt steak) is one of the most popular grilled meats in the Yucatán - served sizzling hot off the steel-drum grills of street vendors and at restaurants like La Parrilla in Cancún. [Did you know that skirt steak is cow diaphragm?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 poblano chiles&lt;br /&gt;2 bunches green onions (about 12), dark green tops trimmed&lt;br /&gt;2 pounds skirt steak, cut crosswise into 6-inch-wide pieces&lt;br /&gt;4 garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt; Coarse kosher salt&lt;br /&gt; Corn or flour tortillas&lt;br /&gt;2 avocados, peeled, pitted, sliced&lt;br /&gt; Lime wedges&lt;br /&gt; Salsa Mexicana (see recipe to follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare barbecue (high heat).  Grill chiles and onions until charred all over, about 3 minutes for onions and 5 minutes for chiles.  [Toast grilled these for the stated times and they weren't &lt;i&gt;nearly&lt;/i&gt; charred enough.  I found that you can't peel them very well unless they're charred, so use your judgment.]  Transfer onions to plate; tent with foil.  Transfer chiles to large bowl; cover with plastic and let stand 15 minutes.  Peel and seed; cut into 1-inch-wide strips.  Transfer to plate; tent with foil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub steak with garlic; sprinkle with coarse salt and pepper.  Grill until cooked to desired doneness, about 3 minutes per side for medium.  Transfer to work surface; cool 5 minutes.  Grill tortillas until warm and slightly charred, about 10 seconds per side.  Cut steak crosswise into strips; transfer to plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve steak with tortillas, chiles, green onions, avocado slices, lime wedges and Salsa Mexicana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salsa Mexicana &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes about 1½ cups [again, halves perfectly, although this is so good, you could have it with tortilla chips later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 ounces tomatoes (about 2 medium), cut into ¼-inch cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 medium white onion (about 7 ounces), cut into ¼-inch cubes&lt;br /&gt;2 to 8 serrano or jalapeño chiles, chopped&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup chopped fresh cilantro&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons fresh lime juice&lt;br /&gt; Coarse kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine first 5 ingredients in medium bowl.  Season to taste with coarse salt.  &lt;b&gt;Do Ahead&lt;/b&gt; Can be made 2 hours ahead.  Let stand at room temperature.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe was &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;!  It was flavorful and fresh.  I had never had carne asada before and Toast had never had it with tortillas, but we both thoroughly enjoyed it.  Besides the few notes in the recipe, it's easy to follow and everything came out great.  I tend to not read recipes all the way through before I make them (character flaw), so I didn't know why we were cutting the meat into 6" pieces, but it worked out in the end.  I wouldn't make any alterations, although Toast thought the meat should have been "zingier".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-8654968472945941538?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8654968472945941538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=8654968472945941538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8654968472945941538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8654968472945941538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/bon-app-meal-may-08.html' title='Bon App&amp;#233tit Meal, May &apos;08'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-3335998023888700104</id><published>2008-05-26T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:41:15.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savers'/><title type='text'>Savers!</title><content type='html'>I hate shopping.  Well, okay, maybe not hate, but I have a lot of issues with shopping.  First and foremost, I hate spending money so I'm ridiculously demanding when putting forth my hard-earned dollars.  The item has to be perfect or inexpensive.  Because I can rarely find that perfect item, enter &lt;a href="http://www.savers.com/"&gt;Savers&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savers is the king of  all thrift stores.  Because of the nature of Savers, YMMV.  I used to live in Las Vegas and the Savers there wasn't all that, but the one in Springfield &lt;i&gt;ROCKS&lt;/i&gt;!!!  I think it's because of its proximity to Connecticut and the fact that CT doesn't have a Savers that you can find ridiculously good deals on high end stuff.  Seriously I've gotten a Jones New York suit for $14 dollars and a cashmere twin set for about that same amount.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go clothes shopping there twice a year - once after I've unpacked my seasonal clothing for both warm weather and cool weather.  As I unpack the storage container, I separate the things that I didn't wear last year or that just don't fit me anymore and put them aside for donating.  Then, when I have a full day to shop (I'm generally there for 3-5 hours), I grab my big-ass bag and head to Springfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the rows and rows of clothing that are all one-of-a-kind, it literally takes me the better part of a day to do my shopping.  I don't bring people with me, because it's just too much and I couldn't subject my loved ones to such trials.  I break it up by doing tops, then dresses, then pants, then jeans.  Depending on whether I'm in need of anything else, I can also hit the shorts section or maybe look at suits or outerwear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went this past Saturday after attending my little brother, Cody's, 11th birthday party.  I got there around 3:00 and didn't leave until 6:30.  I could've stayed longer and looked for stuff for Toast, but I was tired.  I spent $52.62 and left with a nice sized bag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submit for your approval....my loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pants are from Talbot's and a little crazy, but I really like them.  They're a soft cotton, almost brushed.  They cost $3.99.  I haven't figured out where I'll wear them yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/crazy_pants_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little stretchy lime-green T from Dress Barn.  $2.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/green_shirt_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These beads are heavy.  I don't know what they're made of (marbled green stone - anybody know?), but I'm sure they're worth more than the $3.99 I paid for them.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/beads_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this shirt to wear on June 13th. A woman with whom I work died last week from breast cancer.  June 13th would've been her birthday and we're having a thing at work in cooperation with the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation.  The shirt only cost $1 and it's perfect.  (I'll iron it before then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/pinkshirt_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These navy blue pants are from the Anissa line by Liz Claiborne.  Perfect for work and only $5.99!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/blue_pants_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked the Life Is Good line - so cute and positive.  You can imagine how happy I was that they had one at Savers and with a yoga person no-the-less!  Life &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; good!  $2.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/lg_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been all about comfort.  I generally don't wear heels, I don't like the feel of man-made fabrics against my skin and I don't like tight.  For these reasons, I have taken to wearing mom jeans.  They're comfy, but they look like shit.  I've got an ass for the first time in my life (thanks to middle-age weight gain, but still) and I'm wearing droopy drawers.  No more!  These next two pairs of jeans look &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt;! The first pair cost $7.99. I can't tell if they're by Elle or Jeanstar because both labels are inside.  Who knows?  Who cares?  They look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/jeans1_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second pair is Todd Oldham!  They don't look like they've ever been worn and they were only $5.99!  Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/jeans2_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/jeans3_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pants were a find!  They're a beautiful pair of wide-legged, cuffed wool/cotton blend trousers.  They're by Michael Kors and they were only $3!  (One thing about Savers is that they will charge more for designer labels &lt;i&gt;if they know the designer&lt;/i&gt;.  You'll pay more for Abercrombie &amp; Fitch, Banana Republic, Calvin Klein, etc., but a lot of the employees don't know some of the more obscure labels, so you can make out, bitchez!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/black_pants_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cardigans.  My workplace is cold in the winter and it's cold in the summer.  Cardigans make me very happy.  I went in looking for a white one, but could not find one.  However I did find these beauties!  The first one is a lovely silk/rayon number from Valerie Stevens that cost $5.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/gold_sweater_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hot ticket was also a deviation from the norm for me.  Animal prints?!?!  Oh my word.  But it's so cute!  And it will turn plain ol' black into something funky.  Not bad for $3.99!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/leopard_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the pi&amp;#232;ce de r&amp;#233;sistance!  This still had the tags on it.  It's mohair/nylon/wool from Banana Republic and it only cost &lt;i&gt;$5&lt;/i&gt;!!!!!  I just think it's absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/sweater_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.twoglasses.com/tracy/sweater2_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got a Savers near you, I highly recommend you give it a try.  Like I said, the one near you may not be all that, but you might just luck out and find some beautiful, well-made, very inexpensive clothes and you can't beat that with a stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-3335998023888700104?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3335998023888700104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=3335998023888700104&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3335998023888700104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3335998023888700104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/savers.html' title='Savers!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-7642609538570593013</id><published>2008-05-26T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:50:40.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>CCJo'tD - 5/26/08</title><content type='html'>Q: How many hipsters does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: What? You don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-7642609538570593013?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7642609538570593013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=7642609538570593013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7642609538570593013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7642609538570593013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/ccjotd-52608.html' title='CCJo&apos;tD - 5/26/08'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-127202176892889469</id><published>2008-05-25T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:42:01.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><title type='text'>Toast's Booze Meme</title><content type='html'>1. Beer, wine, liquor, mixed drinks. Rank 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      1. Wine&lt;br /&gt;      2. Mixed drinks&lt;br /&gt;      3. Beer&lt;br /&gt;      4. Liquor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. How often do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Every day.  And I have a schedule that I usually follow: Mondays - one drink;&lt;br /&gt;      Tuesdays - one drink; Wednesday - pasta night, split bottle with Toast; &lt;br /&gt;      Thursday - one drink; Friday, Saturday and Sunday - whatever I feel like.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   3. Favorite Scotch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I don't know that I have one.  I've always had a special place in my heart for&lt;br /&gt;      Drambuie, but that's only Scotch-based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Favorite Bourbon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   5. Favorite tequila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. Favorite Gin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I'm sorry if this is boring, but I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. Favorite Vodka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. Favorite Rum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Captain Morgan's - it is &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; with egg nog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   9. Drunkest you've ever been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I don't know if this was literally the drunkest I'd ever been or if it was when &lt;br /&gt;      my body started to metabolize alcohol differently, but there was a time that I &lt;br /&gt;      was carried into my apartment and put to bed by a friend (that had happened &lt;br /&gt;      before), but I was still drunk the next morning.  That was a first.  I had to &lt;br /&gt;      call out of work drunk.  Not that I couldn't answer phones at the call center,&lt;br /&gt;      but there was no way I could &lt;i&gt;drive&lt;/i&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. Red or White?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11. Best wine you've ever tasted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hmm...I have a short memory.  The last one I had that knocked my socks off &lt;br /&gt;     (besides the two I will mention shortly) was "7 Heavenly Chards" by Lodi&lt;br /&gt;     Vineyards (aka Michael-David Wineries).  It is their clever answer to "7&lt;br /&gt;     Deadly Zins."  Gotta love punny wine.  Oh, and it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 12. Favorite type of wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Shiraz (syrah) and pinot noir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. Favorite every-day red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sebeka Cabernet Pinotage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. Favorite every-day white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Don't drink white that often.  I used to, though, and my favorite back in the &lt;br /&gt;     day with Luna di Luna and it was a blend - chardonnay and pinot grigio I &lt;br /&gt;     believe.  (Funny story - I once made a comment about a nice little pinot &lt;br /&gt;     grig-ee-o I had tried.  Oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15. Best value wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. Do you drink box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Tschyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17. Fastest you've ever gotten drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I was 13, my friend, Angel, and I went into Forest Park and drank stuff she &lt;br /&gt;     had snagged from her mother's liquor cabinet.  It was all about the experience.&lt;br /&gt;     Even though it all tasted like shit, we were curious.  We were drinking straight&lt;br /&gt;     rum and vodka out of Tupperware containers.  When my father found me, he made&lt;br /&gt;     me drink &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; from a 16-oz. McDonald's glass.  I think Grimace was the &lt;br /&gt;     last thing I saw before I started spewing, quite literally, all over the house.  &lt;br /&gt;     Once in the kitchen, once on the stairs, once at the top of the stairs, of &lt;br /&gt;     course in the bathroom, then all over myself in my sleep.  Poor Mom.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 18. Longest you've ever stayed drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have to be in a really special mood to enjoy drunkenness, so I usually don't &lt;br /&gt;     stay there longer than a few hours, maybe a night if I'm in one of those moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19. Ever do anything you really regret while drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Not really regret, but I recall Lee Stranahan telling me I was an asshole when I&lt;br /&gt;     was drunk.  We had gone to see a Police cover band in Vermont (they had a lower &lt;br /&gt;     drinking age than Massachusetts) and something happened with the spilling of the&lt;br /&gt;     popcorn and I had been thoroughly enjoying it and I got belligerent.  Sorry, &lt;br /&gt;     Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20. Favorite lager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Corona in the summer, Stella all other times.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 21. Favorite IPA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I do not like IPA's.  Not a big hop fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22. Favorite brown ale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Dogfishhead Indian Brown Ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 23. Favorite doppelbock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I got nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24. Favorite Belgian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I wish I could be clever like 'Shift here, but again, I got nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25. Favorite stout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Young's Chocolate Stout.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 26. Favorite Winter Ale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Harpoon Winter Warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 27. Favorite Scotch Ale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     McEwan's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28. Favorite Other? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I used to be a big Smirnoff Ice fan, but I haven't drank it in a while.  I'd &lt;br /&gt;     probably still like it just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 29. Favorite Brewery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Harpoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 30. Favorite mixed drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Margarita - salt/rocks.  Tequila is the best buzz EVAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 31. Favorite morning libation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Mimosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 32. Do you suffer memory loss when you drink heavily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Never.  And this has been a bone of contention in the Toast household.  I truly&lt;br /&gt;      used to think people used it as an excuse, because I've been every shade of &lt;br /&gt;      drunk and never missed a thing.  I have since come to see the error of my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 33.  Favorite place to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Key West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 34.  Favorite sports bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Buffalo Wild Wings.  Although Coach's ranks a very close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 35.  Ever consider AA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I went once, but it was for a friend who wouldn't go with me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-127202176892889469?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/127202176892889469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=127202176892889469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/127202176892889469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/127202176892889469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/toasts-booze-meme.html' title='Toast&apos;s Booze Meme'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-646844906673446856</id><published>2008-05-21T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:44:06.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creme de la Mer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Democratic candidates'/><title type='text'>Substance</title><content type='html'>Toast told me that if I want people to read my blog, I've got to comment on &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt; and not just regurgitate (that's my word - he wasn't that harsh) magazine entries and jokes from Comedy Central.  So here are some thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Woohoo!  Thunderstorm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I paid $125 for a jar of Creme de la Mer.  It does make my skin soft and dewy, but I'm sure a much less expensive moisturizer will do at least close to the same thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HRC is an insincere thing.  Do people really want that kind of person for POTUS just because she's a woman?  That's some messed up shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the flip side, I love how Obama calls people on their shit!  So many Democrats lay down like so many Democrats before them.  This man will get those shoe marks off of our collective progressive backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A woman who I work with died.  She was out for a long time because she had a recurrence of her cancer, the one that took both of her breasts four years ago.  She came in a week and a half ago to tell the manager that she wouldn't be back.  She was a private person and didn't say much else.  We really didn't know the extent of it.  Very sad.  (On the very same day, a mouse died in my office.  I thought I may have stepped on it because he was flipping all over the place and I thought maybe one of his little tiny mouse legs was crushed under my behemoth weight and he couldn't get his bearings quickly enough to escape danger.  It was in fact the mouse trap's poison taking his itty bitty life right there in front of me.  Also sad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wednesday is pasta night.  We drink way too much red wine and eat pasta.  Toast has his with red sauce and I have mine with butter and olives and cheese.  Speaking of which, I will now go make dinner.  Don't want to eat too late and be fat tomorrow!  (We find that when we eat earlier in the evening, we weigh less in the morning.  This is, I am sure, not truly reflective of any weight loss, but it makes us happy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-646844906673446856?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/646844906673446856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=646844906673446856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/646844906673446856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/646844906673446856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/substance.html' title='Substance'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-7206517815282180125</id><published>2008-05-19T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:51:18.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Comedy Central Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>The Rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, three boys were walking over a bridge when they heard a guy yelling for help. It was President Bush. He was drowning, and the three boys rescued him. He thanked them dearly and promised them whatever they wanted as a reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first boy wanted $10,000, so Bush gave him the money. The second boy wanted a Ferrari, so Bush gave the boy a Ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third boy wanted a wheelchair, Bush said, "Why do you want one of those, son? You're not handicapped."  The boy replied, "I will be when my dad finds out whose life I saved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This joke actually takes the place of another joke which I found very funny, but realized that it might offend someone or hurt their feelings.  If you want to know what the other joke was, let me know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-7206517815282180125?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7206517815282180125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=7206517815282180125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7206517815282180125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/7206517815282180125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/comedy-central-joke-of-day.html' title='Comedy Central Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-5174474092875764136</id><published>2008-05-16T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:33:15.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magazine Project, Part I of many</title><content type='html'>I am and have always been an avid reader of fluffy magazines.  Nothing deep like &lt;i&gt;Time&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/i&gt;, but light little publications that I can take in small bites.  Over the years, these small bites have looked so good at the time that I've got piles stashed throughout my house of dog-eared periodicals.  My project for this year is to rectify the hoarding and that's one of the purposes of my blog...I'm going to put these tidbits in writing, be they cool websites or yummy looking recipes.  I obviously don't want to bore anyone, but maybe you'll find something interesting.  And, hey, I'll be able to refer back here instead of digging through the piles.  That makes me happy.  So on to Part I - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Health, 03/08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;www.missingmoney.com &lt;/span&gt;- website to help you find out if there's any money out there that's yours.  Your odds of hitting pay dirt?  About 1 in 44.  Not too shabby.  Good luck!  (I got nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, like me, still don't know what you want to do when you grow up...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The "LIVE" formula&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-L is for love: What do you love to do?  Make a list.&lt;br /&gt;-I is for inner gifts: What are your natural talents?  Offer these to the world.&lt;br /&gt;-V is for values: What kind of contribution do you want to leave at the end of your life?  Aim your inner gifts in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;-E is for environment: What people, places, timing and physical conditions bring out the best in you?  Home in on them to ensure a happy career.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bigger as I get older isn't working out so well, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The 40's Plan - How to Beat Those Health Challenges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cardio Routine&lt;/span&gt; - This 35-minute routine not only helps with coordination and builds bone without straining joints, but will also burn belly fat fast.  Do it 4 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;1. Find a challenging but doable hill or series of hills.&lt;br /&gt;2. Walk briskly for 5 minutes to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Power-walk up the hill, then jog back down.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do 20 Walking Lunges: Step forward with your right foot and lower into a lunge position (make sure that your right knee doesn't extend past your toes).  Step forward with your left foot and repeat the lunge on the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;5. Walk at a fast pace until you reach another hill, or circle back to the initial hill.&lt;br /&gt;6. Repeat steps 3 through 5 for 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cool down with 2 minutes of slow jogging and 3 minutes of walking at a moderate pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Strength Training&lt;/span&gt; - This 15-minute routine is ultraeffective at building and maintaining bone, muscle, flexibility and balance.  Do it 2-3 times a week using 5 to 8 pound dumbbells, then move up to 8-10 pounds as you progress.  Rest for 1 minute between moves.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One-Legged Dead Lift &lt;/span&gt;(for hamstrings, butt, abs, lower back)&lt;br /&gt;   Stand holding a dumbbell in each hand, palms facing in.  Step your left foot back so your toes are just touching the floor.  Tilt forward at your hips so the weights hang toward the floor with your back parallel to the floor and left foot raised to hip height; return to starting position.  Do 10 reps, then switch sides and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Balancing Bicep Curls &lt;/span&gt;(for biceps, abs, legs)&lt;br /&gt;   Stand with a dumbbell in each hand, palms facing in, and left knee raised to hip height.  Bend your elbows (but don't move them forward or back) and bring the weights up to your shoulders; lower your hands to complete the rep.  Do 8 reps, then switch legs and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bent-Arm Lateral Raises&lt;/span&gt; (for quads, abs, shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;   Sit on an exercise ball with feet shoulder-width apart.  Hold a dumbbell in each hand, with arms down by your sides, elbows bent and palms facing in.  Lift your left foot 2 inches off the floor.  Then lift your elbows so the weights re at shoulder height and slowly lower them back down.  Do 8 reps, switch legs and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Push-Ups on Ball&lt;/span&gt; (for triceps, abs)&lt;br /&gt;   Rest your torso on an exercise ball and walk your hands forward on the floor so your body is in plank position, with your shins on top of the ball and hands on the floor below your shoulders.  Slowly bend elbows back, lowering your chest toward the floor in a push-up, then straighten your arms.  Do 8 reps.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a big fan of little tips to make healthy eating easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Convenience can be healthy, too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Mini-yogurt packs: Yogurt has 100 more milligrams of calcium per serving than milk.  Go for those with no added sugar.&lt;br /&gt;  Trail mix: Dried fruits are full of antioxidants.  And nuts offer vitamin E, protein and healthy fats.  Both are high in calories, so a small handful will do.&lt;br /&gt;  Frozen fruits and vegetables: They're processed at the peak of freshness.&lt;br /&gt;  Instand oatmeal: High in fiber and iron, this whole grain beats back heart disease.  Skip the flavored, sugary packs.&lt;br /&gt;  Whole-grain cereals and frozen waffles: Fiber-rich whole grains offer lots of nutrients like cancer-fighting selenium and heart-healthy potassium and magnesium.&lt;br /&gt;  Smoothies: Those made with whole fruits and yogurt are full of antioxidants, fiber and calcium.  Check for added sugar.&lt;br /&gt;  Low-sodium, low-fat soups: Try vegetable, bean or chicken noodle for about 90 to 170 calories per cup, 2 grams of fat and 90 to 470 milligrams of sodium (your daily limit should hover at 2,300 milligrams of sodium).&lt;br /&gt;  Nut butters: Add cashew or almond butter to your peanut-butter routine.  They're full of healthy unsaturated oils and protein - but watch the calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 ways to spice up your shopping list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Buffalo&lt;/span&gt; is grass-fed, which means you're getting a better balance of omega-3 and omega-6 fatty acids.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pomegranate juice&lt;/span&gt;, with its antioxidants and anti-inflammatory flavonoids, may slow aging and lower heart disease risks.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bulgur wheat&lt;/span&gt; is the spine of tabouli salad.  Follow package directions, then toss with a little olive oil, lemon juice, tomatoes and parsley.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fennel bulb&lt;/span&gt; is an aromatic vegetable high in vitamin C, fiber and potassium.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Asian Noodles&lt;/span&gt; (like delicious soba or buckwheat noodles) are high in fiber and their rich store of flavonoids may lower your cholesterol and blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks light and yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cilantro-Lime Shrimp Tacos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep: 8 minutes; cook: 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Makes 4 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 pound medium shrimp, peeled, deveined and cooked&lt;br /&gt;1 15-oz. can black beans, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup slices scallions&lt;br /&gt;1 medium diced peeled avocado&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup bottled salsa verde&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons fresh lime juice&lt;br /&gt;8 6" flour tortillas&lt;br /&gt;1-1/4 cups red bell pepper cut into 1/4" strips (about 1 pepper)&lt;br /&gt;Lime wedges, for serving&lt;br /&gt;Chopped fresh cilantro, for garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Combine shrimp, beans, scallions and avocado.  Season with pepper.  In a separate bowl, stir together the salsa, cilantro and lime juice.  Toss shrimp mixture with 1/4 cup salsa mixture.&lt;br /&gt;2. Arrange tortillas on a microwave-safe plate in batches of 2.  Place a damp paper towel over the tortillas and microwave at HIGH for 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;3. Arrange 3-4 pepper strips in the center of each tortilla.  Top with 1/2 cup of the shrimp-and-bean mixture.  Drizzle about 1 tablespoon of the salsa verde mixture over each taco.  Serve with lime wedges and cilantro.  (Serving size: 2 tacos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories 453 (26% from fat); fat 13g (sat 3g, mono 5g, poly 1g); cholesterol 166mg; protein 30g; carbohydrate 58g; sugars 6g; fiber 13g; iron 7mg; sodium 772mg; calcium 202mg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, a yummy appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Marinated Feta and Olive Skewers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinate: 1 hour; prep: 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Makes 8 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons fennel seeds&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons orange zest&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons fresh orange juice&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces feta cheese, cut into 24 1/2" cubes&lt;br /&gt;24 6" wooden skewers&lt;br /&gt;24 fresh mint leaves&lt;br /&gt;12 pitted green olives, halved&lt;br /&gt;1/4 large English cucumber, seeded and cut into 1/2" chunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Combine fennel seeds, orange zest and juice, and pepper.  Gently stir in the feta and marinate for 1 hour at room temperature or up to 3 hours in the refrigerator. (Marinate overnight to save time.)&lt;br /&gt;2. To assemble: Place 1 mint leaf on a skewer, about 3/4" up; add 1 olive half and 1 cucumber chunk.  Place 1 cube of feta on the end.  These can be made several hours in advance and stored in the refrigerator until ready to serve.  Bring to room temperature before serving.  (Serving size: 3 skewers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories 59 (68% from fat); Fat 5 g (sat 2g, mono 2g, poly 0g); cholesterol 13mg; protein 2g; carbohydrate 3g; sugars 1g; fiber 0g; iron 0g; sodium 324mg; calcium 80mg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salad of the month!  I wonder if his parents get a bumper sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mixed Greens with Goat Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep: 15 minutes; cook: 9 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Makes 6 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup dry breadcrumbs&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons lemon zest (about 1 lemon)&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon minced fresh parsley&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 6-oz. package goat cheese, sliced into 1/4" rounds&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon oil, divided&lt;br /&gt;6 ounces gourmet salad greens&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon sherry vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cups sliced apples, such as Granny Smith&lt;br /&gt;6 pieces rosemary flatbread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 450&amp;#176.  Combine breadcrumbs and next 5 ingredients in a shallow pan.  Place 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a small dish and brush each goat cheese slice with oil.  Dredge each slide in breadcrumb mixture and place on a baking sheet leaving 1/2" between slices.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bake for 8-10 minutes.  Remove from oven.  While the cheese is baking, toss greens with vinegar, apple slices and remaining teaspoon olive oil in a large salad bowl.&lt;br /&gt;3. Transfer to 6 salad plates.  Top each plate of salad greens and apples with 2 goat cheese medallions.  Serve with flatbread while cheese is warm.  (Serving size: 1 ounce greens, 1/4 apple, 2 cheese medallions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories 287 (30% from fat); fat 10g (sat 6g, mono 3g, poly 0g); cholesterol 22mg; protein 12g; carbohydrate 40g; sugars 6g; fiber 4g; iron 3mg; sodium 551mg; calcium 117mg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  That was a lot of typing!  I'm tired now.  One edition down, approximately 50 to go.  Let me know if you try any of the recipes or if you get any lost monies returned to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-5174474092875764136?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5174474092875764136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=5174474092875764136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/5174474092875764136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/5174474092875764136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/magazine-project-part-i-of-many.html' title='The Magazine Project, Part I of many'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-4154203593136181750</id><published>2008-05-12T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:45:42.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No.  No.  No.</title><content type='html'>So I had this customer today who was 85.  Actually her age according to her is "going to be 86 in December."  I thought only children do that.  Anyways.  She was very physically feeble, so I helped her out to her car.  Yeah, she still drives.  That's lovely.  Anyways.  As I'm helping her shuffle along, she tells me that she's worried about making it home safely and asked me to pray for her.  I said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c: Are you a Christian?&lt;br /&gt;T: (make believe I didn't hear)&lt;br /&gt;c: Are you a Christian?&lt;br /&gt;T: No.&lt;br /&gt;c: Muslims aren't so bad.  They kill people, but *mumble, mumble* kill people, too.  Are you a Muslim?&lt;br /&gt;T: No.&lt;br /&gt;c: Are you Jewish?&lt;br /&gt;T: No.&lt;br /&gt;c: But you said you weren't a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;T: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;c: Are you a Unitarian?&lt;br /&gt;T: No.&lt;br /&gt;(long pause)&lt;br /&gt;c: I'll stop asking questions now.&lt;br /&gt;T: Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-4154203593136181750?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4154203593136181750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=4154203593136181750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/4154203593136181750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/4154203593136181750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-no-no.html' title='No.  No.  No.'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-5787737727825611909</id><published>2008-05-10T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:13:42.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so confused</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, Toast and I are going to New York City where I will be testing for &lt;i&gt;Who Wants To Be A Millionaire&lt;/i&gt;.  I have to be at the testing site at 4:45 p.m.  I have the day off from work and my initial plan was to go down rather early, spend some time gamboling merrily around Central Park, then grab a very early dinner and get to the test with plenty of time to spare.  This would entail dressing comfortably for all the walking we'd be doing.  However as I was just going through my Zagat for NYC, I found that &lt;a href="http://www.jean-georges.com"&gt;Jean Georges&lt;/a&gt; offers a prix fixe lunch for only $28!  Oh my Flying Spaghetti Monster, I could eat at Jean Fucking Georges for only $28!  Unimaginable!  I'm beside myself!  Wow!  Geez!  Really, just wow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to take advantage of this incredible special, I would have to dress at very least in business casual attire.  That would mean no climbing rocks or frolicking in Central Park.  I truly don't know what to do.  I've never had a block of time during the day in NYC where I could spend some quality time with the Park.  I've also never imagined that I'd be able to eat at Jean Georges.  I don't know what to do.  I'm a foodie and I lurve new restaurant experiences, but I also relish this opportunity to have fun in Central Park like I've never been able to before.  Does anybody have any thoughts on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-5787737727825611909?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5787737727825611909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=5787737727825611909&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/5787737727825611909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/5787737727825611909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-confused.html' title='I&apos;m so confused'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-3023141604548784695</id><published>2008-05-10T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:26:55.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny little story</title><content type='html'>I used to live in an old Victorian house that was split into four separate apartments.  My neighbor across the hall, Dan, and I used to talk to each other through the walls.  One morning I was having breakfast in my kitchen and Dan was out in the hallway doing stuff.  I yelled, "Good morning" out to him.  He asked what I was doing.  I told him I was eating breakfast.  He asked what I was having.  I told him, "A bowl of Life" to which he replied, "Tracy, you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; a bowl of Life."  Hence the name of this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-3023141604548784695?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3023141604548784695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=3023141604548784695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3023141604548784695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/3023141604548784695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/funny-little-story.html' title='A funny little story'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-8631085431639143605</id><published>2008-05-09T18:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:03:57.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme #2 - The real reason for this blog</title><content type='html'>When this meme came out, I was incredibly jealous as it looked like boatloads of fun and I could not partake.  Fuck that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PHOTO MEME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gwlambdachi.com/images/Dick_Tracy_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gwlambdachi.com/images/Dick_Tracy_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the Dick, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web03.bestplaces.net/city/Weatogue_CT.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://web03.bestplaces.net/city/Weatogue_CT.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://timesonline.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/07/11/marraige_works.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://timesonline.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/07/11/marraige_works.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beadsofparadise.com.au/images/Peacock%20blue%20Feather%20150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://beadsofparadise.com.au/images/Peacock%20blue%20Feather%20150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chewingthecud.org/Grilled_Steak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.chewingthecud.org/Grilled_Steak.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://991.com/gallery_180x180/James-Brown-Living-In-America-418134-991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://991.com/gallery_180x180/James-Brown-Living-In-America-418134-991.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://americancorner.hu/userfiles/Image/american_beauty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://americancorner.hu/userfiles/Image/american_beauty1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/time-zone/usa/images/vacation-travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/time-zone/usa/images/vacation-travel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://musingsofamuslimah.files.wordpress.com/2006/03/Pepperoni%20Pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://musingsofamuslimah.files.wordpress.com/2006/03/Pepperoni%20Pizza.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.memorymedallion.com/Images/Products/Emblems/Husband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.memorymedallion.com/Images/Products/Emblems/Husband.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sbritt.com/images/goober.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://sbritt.com/images/goober.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.palacetheaterct.org/images/WebstercolorLogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.palacetheaterct.org/images/WebstercolorLogo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What (who) makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www8.georgetown.edu/centers/cndls/applications/posterTool/data/users/south%20park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="https://www8.georgetown.edu/centers/cndls/applications/posterTool/data/users/south%20park.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/17/81/22778117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/17/81/22778117.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/imagecache/blog_image_full/files/fruganomics/blog-images/sneeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wisebread.com/files/fruganomics/imagecache/blog_image_full/files/fruganomics/blog-images/sneeze.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jvru.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/ikea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.jvru.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/ikea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wishlistdirect.com/images/Relax_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wishlistdirect.com/images/Relax_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school do did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sps.springfield.ma.us/deptsites/ela/images/Commerce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.sps.springfield.ma.us/deptsites/ela/images/Commerce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you addicted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theredskull.com/pics/toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.theredskull.com/pics/toast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your best feature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/funny-pictures-joy-water-elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/funny-pictures-joy-water-elephant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6304345110183241992-8631085431639143605?l=tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8631085431639143605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6304345110183241992&amp;postID=8631085431639143605&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8631085431639143605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304345110183241992/posts/default/8631085431639143605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyyouareabowloflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/meme-2-real-reason-for-this-blog.html' title='Meme #2 - The real reason for this blog'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162769956754824451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3CXNi4HaDI/SVTktsY7r_I/AAAAAAAAACg/-fMfzbENAwg/s1600-R/tracy_simpsonized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304345110183241992.post-6367045178987302398</id><published>2008-05-09T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:26:23.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first meme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Ten years ago I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...living in Las Vegas.  I was staying with my Mom's cousin, Anne, her son, Gene and his son, Josh (who have all since passed in the reverse order that one would expect).  I was working in the reservations center for Reno Air and could fly anywhere they went for free!  I also worked a few shifts a week at Domino's Pizza.  Being new to Vegas, I was having way too much fun just about 24 hours a day and going places I'd never been before.  Life was good.  My original plan when going out west was to be based in Vegas staying with family while I went back and forth to LA and San Francisco looking for work.  Of course the west is way bigger than the east to traverse, so that didn't work out.  I went to work at the airline thinking that I could fly back and forth for job interviews, but the airline was fun, so I stayed.  That was a great time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Five things on &lt;del&gt;today's&lt;/del&gt; tomorrow's to-do list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go shopping for the first time in months.  I got a $100 gift certificate from J. Jill for Xmas and have yet to spend it.  I also have a gift certificate for Barnes and Noble and one for Old Navy.  I'm going shopping!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/span&gt;.  Our second movie in as many weeks.  We're crazy!&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep late.  This will be only my second Saturday off since vacation in March.&lt;br /&gt;4. Search my Zagat: New York for a restaurant at which to have a nice dinner before my Wednesday test for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who Wants To Be a Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;.  Very excited!&lt;br /&gt;5. Do a load of darks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Things I'd do if I were a billionaire :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hook up every member of my family financially.&lt;br /&gt;:buy everything I see that I like.&lt;br /&gt;:learn to fly and buy a plane.&lt;br /&gt;:buy a hypoallergenic cat.&lt;br /&gt;:not work anymore (actually I might work for a bit and give money to people who are having problems).&lt;br /&gt;:travel the world and buy residences everywhere that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;:not have to budget my charitable donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;hire someone to pick up after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Three bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Waste time far too easily.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tend to be a little lazy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat junk food more often than I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Five places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Springfield, MA&lt;br /&gt;2. Las Vegas, NV&lt;br /&gt;3. Weatogue, CT&lt;br /&gt;4. Latham, NY&lt;br /&gt;5. Chappaqua, NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Six jobs I've had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Domino's Pizza manager&lt;br /&gt;2. Flight attendant&lt;br /&gt;3. Laundress&lt;br /&gt;4. Photo lab technician&lt;br /&gt;5. Handicap van driver&lt;br /&gt;6. Office manager&lt;br /&gt;(and believe me, I could go on and on and on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't tag anyone, because this is my first blog post and who knows if anyone will even read it?!  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