<?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-2033429175650546640</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:02:33.676-08:00</updated><category term='Carrie'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='atheist'/><category term='Firefighters'/><category term='gay tv'/><category term='MSN'/><category term='bible'/><category term='misogynist'/><category term='no on 8'/><category term='fog'/><category term='softball'/><category term='san francisco'/><category term='Lesbian'/><category term='dykes'/><category term='twin peaks'/><category term='republican'/><category term='sex and the city'/><category term='civil rights'/><category term='San Diego'/><category term='obama'/><category term='cemetary'/><category term='Transamerica'/><category term='missionarys'/><category term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category term='prop 8'/><category term='barre'/><category term='rush limbaugh'/><category term='Maddow'/><category term='gay marriage'/><title type='text'>Persnickety D.D.</title><subtitle type='html'>Fussy 
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     Difficult to please. . Mostly difficult to please</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-7866057086910322089</id><published>2009-11-09T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:50:52.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SvhwVZmn2EI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gJNiT9HrXh8/s1600-h/Photograph+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SvhwVZmn2EI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gJNiT9HrXh8/s200/Photograph+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402191265983354946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend 'M' writes in her blog about Veteran's Day and those that fought and in particular those people that lived during the time of World War II. It made me think of my father.&lt;br /&gt;Dad served on a ship in the Pacific towards the end of the war. He entered the Navy the day after he graduated from High School. He was lucky in that respect. Not everyone was allowed to stick it out long enough to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;He seldom talked about his experiences. Only as he got older, and having been in touch with some ship buddies, did we learn more.  We knew he was a radar guy. We were told by a shipmate, Mr Letourneau, who found Dad in Manchester after they had lived in the same town for nearly 30 years, that Dad was given the job because he was smart. He was known as Frenchie because of his very heavy accent. The language thing might have put him in that somewhat isolated position as well.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know how much action he saw but we do have photos of him taken in China. We know he met up with his brother, who was serving as a Photographer on an Air Craft carrier, while on some island out in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;He started going to some of his ship's reunions only a few years before he died, much like our friend's dad, Pete did. He loved those reunions. My mom loved them, too. I think it brought them all back to a time when they were so young, vigorous and had nothing but hopes for a better future. Tom Brokaw wrote a book, "The Greatest Generation" about these people.&lt;br /&gt;Dad won a few Medals. My sister did the research and sent to the federal government to get the actual medals. My dad never kept the ones he received at the time.&lt;br /&gt;After coming home and spending some time in prep school, he went to College on the GI bill.&lt;br /&gt;This changed his and the lives of everyone in our family. He didn't go back to the furniture factory his parents worked in, which was meant to be his future. Roland got a degree in accounting with a minor in Philosophy. He was adamant that all his children would go to college. We did and all the children of his children are doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;12 BAs, 5 MAs, 1 CPA, 2 PHDs in progress, 2 undergrads and 2 to go...a legacy from the greatest generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-7866057086910322089?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7866057086910322089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=7866057086910322089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7866057086910322089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7866057086910322089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SvhwVZmn2EI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gJNiT9HrXh8/s72-c/Photograph+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-5394332488081258946</id><published>2009-10-22T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:39:08.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audi add</title><content type='html'>I saw an add for Audi last night that was filmed in SF.  Spouse A and I both responded at the same time when they showed what appeared to be Castro St in Noe Valley.&lt;br /&gt;The very last scene was down along the Embarcadero some place. The besty part was that the view included my Rincon Tower. Yes, it is my personal building. Well, I did do the doors.&lt;br /&gt;It's cool to see buildings you've worked on over the years becom part of a skyline.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SuCKkwQZHCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cU6TN_jAA3Y/s1600-h/morn2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SuCKkwQZHCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cU6TN_jAA3Y/s200/morn2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395464717623434274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-5394332488081258946?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5394332488081258946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=5394332488081258946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5394332488081258946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5394332488081258946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/audi-add.html' title='Audi add'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SuCKkwQZHCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cU6TN_jAA3Y/s72-c/morn2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-6996369503588936720</id><published>2009-10-21T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T06:54:01.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religions A La Carte</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted lately because I have recognized and now celebrate my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, have you seen the news about the Anglican Church members being welcomed into the One, Holy and Apostolic Catholic church? How nice.&lt;br /&gt;Anglicans, once upon a time, broke away from the old fashion, fuddy duddy, catholics because the church had an issue with d-i-v-o-r-c-e.  It appears they might be craving some of those old time conservative values they shunned so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;The Anglican church is very much in line with the teachings of the catholic church, using the Bible and old catholic teachings but with a bit of the Reformation tossed in where needed to mellow out those old Roman rules.&lt;br /&gt;So now the Anglicans are ticked off that women can become priests, gays can get married, and the worse case scenario, a gay can become a priest (Bishop even!!!).  Jesus, what next? A married lesbian priest?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/St8Ru8H0e5I/AAAAAAAAAbk/HrDBaoQ7nWM/s1600-h/Henry+VIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/St8Ru8H0e5I/AAAAAAAAAbk/HrDBaoQ7nWM/s320/Henry+VIII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395050376723725202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the club that wanted to break away because the constraints of man made rules didn't suit their needs, is now angry that they are loosing that power  to  a new society where white, powerful men don't reign supreme.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't churches all a bit crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-6996369503588936720?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6996369503588936720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=6996369503588936720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6996369503588936720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6996369503588936720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/those-crazy-catholics.html' title='Religions A La Carte'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/St8Ru8H0e5I/AAAAAAAAAbk/HrDBaoQ7nWM/s72-c/Henry+VIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-2735274842611468921</id><published>2009-09-14T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:51:14.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How does one get away with this?</title><content type='html'>A 61 year old girls basketball coach repeatedly rapes a 16 year old autistic child under his tutelage and all he gets is 2 1/2 years, max.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is legal with a 16 year old in North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;She's not retarded, only disabled. According to the law, she should have been able to just said no.&lt;br /&gt;The bastard that took advantage of this kid was arrested for having sexual relationship with someone under his temporary guardianship.   Hell, even if that was the appropriate call, which it wasn't, 2 1/2 years is far too little time to spend in prison being someone's bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-2735274842611468921?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2735274842611468921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=2735274842611468921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2735274842611468921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2735274842611468921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-does-one-get-away-with-this.html' title='How does one get away with this?'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4252332985705347504</id><published>2009-09-01T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:15:42.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be cool.</title><content type='html'>I listen to 'Accuradio  (accuradio.com) from my desk often. They have all sorts of stations to choose from...Broadway tunes to French Canadian Pop. I lean towards Broadway, the 70s's and Traditional Folk Music.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was going to give Contemporary R&amp;amp;B and Urban sounds a try. I was grooving with the tunes. Sure. Hell, I wouldn't know Chris Brown if he hit me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more of a Motown chick.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally liked a song sung by a girl group named 'Total'. I even did a Wikipedia search. They disbanded in 2000.&lt;br /&gt;How cool am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4252332985705347504?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4252332985705347504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4252332985705347504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4252332985705347504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4252332985705347504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-to-be-cool.html' title='Trying to be cool.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-9109526758629950507</id><published>2009-08-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:13:37.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I haven't done. . .</title><content type='html'>. . since moving to the southeast.&lt;br /&gt;Worn long pants more than the one time I wore jeans to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Wear anything but sleevless t-shirts and shorts to work.&lt;br /&gt;Wear socks, except for those little white anklets you wear with golf shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch about traffic.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Not go a day without thinking about my friends in SF.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Spg5LW_vc5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ad4OKKaiX-k/s1600-h/butterfly+1+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Spg5LW_vc5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ad4OKKaiX-k/s200/butterfly+1+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375109022580962194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in our back yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-9109526758629950507?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/9109526758629950507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=9109526758629950507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/9109526758629950507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/9109526758629950507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-havent-done.html' title='Things I haven&apos;t done. . .'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Spg5LW_vc5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ad4OKKaiX-k/s72-c/butterfly+1+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-8112340544126214118</id><published>2009-07-16T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:48:36.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rush limbaugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><title type='text'>He throws like a girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Sl96v1QqA0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/vpQg64esEMc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Sl96v1QqA0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/vpQg64esEMc/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359137043763561282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the suggestion came from the mouth of Rush "the Oxy Ass' Limbaugh, I don't think it was a compliment. It seems like all the sports sites on the web have used the same line.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt if many men of Obama's age, could throw any better than he did but that's not why I felt a need to comment.&lt;br /&gt;My issue is why is it a weakness thing and why does weak = girlie, girl? And unless you're into beating the crap out of someone, or need to kill a large animal with your bare hands to bring back to your breeder in the cave, tools and weapons have somewhat leveled the physical strength playing field. Sarah Palin can drop a moose with one shot.&lt;br /&gt;Actually any man would be damn lucky to be able throw like a girl..say like Cat Osterman, Jennie Finch or the 3 time Olympic gold metal winner, Lisa Fernandez. My favorite all time softball star, Spouse A, never allowed a stolen base from her position as catcher.&lt;br /&gt;Girls can throw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-8112340544126214118?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8112340544126214118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=8112340544126214118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8112340544126214118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8112340544126214118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-throws-like-girl.html' title='He throws like a girl!'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Sl96v1QqA0I/AAAAAAAAAbE/vpQg64esEMc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-318476540594089814</id><published>2009-07-09T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:56:49.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misogynist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republican'/><title type='text'>Straight old men are asses</title><content type='html'>Find me a Republican man over, say 60, that isn't a misogynist ass hole and I'll give you a hundred bucks. You say this makes me a bigot? I'm just point out an honest observation.&lt;br /&gt;I sense that these Neanderthals, though most seem to have some grey matter in their head, don't realize that they are a dying breed. They are foul, sexist, and bigoted and are keeping up the front even though they lost the war.&lt;br /&gt;Anne Landers said years ago, that men (or women for that matter) are not to be forgiven for their social or professional indiscrections related to contempory social standards. An old man should not get away with a tasteless sexist or racist joke any more than anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;'Forgive the old guy, he doesn't know life has moved on. . " Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;What? He didn't get the freakin' memo that the 50's are over?  Hell, the 60's which were not the most progressive times for women or people of color, are also a fading memory.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start taking pictures and posting them under 'jack asses'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-318476540594089814?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/318476540594089814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=318476540594089814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/318476540594089814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/318476540594089814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/straight-old-men-are-asses.html' title='Straight old men are asses'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-5810501032473487900</id><published>2009-07-06T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:05:22.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the freakin Stock Market?</title><content type='html'>We finally got to the point were we could gamble a bit on the Stock Market...and this was 2 years ago, and it wasn't a big gamble. It's falling faster than my sense of job security.&lt;br /&gt;When and were will this end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-5810501032473487900?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5810501032473487900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=5810501032473487900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5810501032473487900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5810501032473487900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-with-freakin-stock-market.html' title='What&apos;s with the freakin Stock Market?'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-2176312228764579987</id><published>2009-06-25T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:59:00.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Gay Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Before I forget and before I have to get back to my D.D. tasks, Happy Gay Day to my SF friends. Have a wonderful Dyke March, Pink Saturday and Parade Day.&lt;br /&gt;Party like its 1985! (No, not a song reference. It was when we knew how to party and had the energy to do so!)&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-2176312228764579987?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2176312228764579987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=2176312228764579987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2176312228764579987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2176312228764579987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-gay-day.html' title='Happy Gay Day!!!'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-8822329411013823076</id><published>2009-06-25T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:48:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>I'm mean you.&lt;br /&gt;I  know a couple of folks that look at this blog now and then. Probably more back when I wrote stuff. I haven't written much lately because I don't have anything much to write.&lt;br /&gt;I continue to relocate bugs and reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to my garden like Ms Green Jeans. (If I married a boy I dated in high school, gross, my name would be ______ Green).&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;I have that Visitor locations Cluster Map on my home page.  I figure the big dot in SF is due to my prior visits to my own site and the forever faithful 'M'. The New England dot is reserved for family, willing to check the blog if not to make sure I'm not talking about them or if I am it is in a good light. And now me, south of the Mason Dixon Line.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where the Mason Dixon Line is and why it is? I had to look it up.&lt;br /&gt;And then you have those that land on it because they hit 'Next Blog' in the google blog area.  They show up like I do, in sites by gay boys in South America (I don't know Spanish), Ladies that Sew, or Dog Diaries.&lt;br /&gt;But, who are you in the Detroit area that make the dot so big and many?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you and how did you get here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-8822329411013823076?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8822329411013823076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=8822329411013823076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8822329411013823076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8822329411013823076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-5479118057902508465</id><published>2009-06-03T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:58:59.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SibSjbN3CfI/AAAAAAAAAas/Tv7UIYiu1uM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SibSjbN3CfI/AAAAAAAAAas/Tv7UIYiu1uM/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343189513964816882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Exterminator . . .&lt;br /&gt;I have sprayed the exterior perimeter of the house for bugs, twice. The interior 1.5 times.  I have been pulled out of bed because two bugs have fallen 'out nowhere', landing on their helpless little backs, in the bathroom. I had to relocate them. With all due respect to animal lovers, they were relocated down the plumbing fixture.&lt;br /&gt;I have removed 3 dead spiders from our screened in porch. I think one might have been a dead Fuchsia petal.&lt;br /&gt;And I have caught, gently, 3 Geckos within the house. One lost 1/2 its tail do to an encounter with Uma Thurman.  No, not the actress.  Gekos are adorable.  They really do change color to match their surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SibSxKGhk3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Wq9DT3MWuJI/s1600-h/Bolivia+4-24-09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-5479118057902508465?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5479118057902508465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=5479118057902508465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5479118057902508465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5479118057902508465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-title-exterminator-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SibSjbN3CfI/AAAAAAAAAas/Tv7UIYiu1uM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-1448093442804786531</id><published>2009-04-17T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:48:56.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, now what.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Seh3ujUR8nI/AAAAAAAAAac/bP-h8h5LT-E/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Seh3ujUR8nI/AAAAAAAAAac/bP-h8h5LT-E/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638201003602546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I didn't get laid off. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;But now what?&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit like Lisa Douglas, as played by the glamorous Eva Gabor,  in the thought provoking series, Green Acres.&lt;br /&gt;We came from San Francisco to find ourselves living in Hooterville!  If Eva could find happiness and things to do, so will we.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life was made easier for Lisa Douglas with the assistance her 'gender vague' helping hand.  We've seen a few similar type ladies cruising the aisles (and Spouse A!) of Home Depot.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Seh45bFkA9I/AAAAAAAAAak/ja73glFlI7A/s1600-h/Cast_ralph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 71px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Seh45bFkA9I/AAAAAAAAAak/ja73glFlI7A/s400/Cast_ralph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325639487284577234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-1448093442804786531?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1448093442804786531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=1448093442804786531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1448093442804786531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1448093442804786531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-now-what.html' title='Damn, now what.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/Seh3ujUR8nI/AAAAAAAAAac/bP-h8h5LT-E/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-5161749445912908367</id><published>2009-04-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:43:16.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layoff?</title><content type='html'>What will happen if I loose my job?&lt;br /&gt;1. I will freak out and cry for days.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will suggest to Spouse A that her retirement might be reconsidered.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will knock on every door store in the area.&lt;br /&gt;4. Will wallow in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;5. All of the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-5161749445912908367?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5161749445912908367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=5161749445912908367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5161749445912908367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5161749445912908367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/04/layoff.html' title='Layoff?'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-2905400695345036416</id><published>2009-04-14T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:09:39.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been awhile. .</title><content type='html'>We are settling into our North Carolina coastal home. I'm working out of my home office. Spouse A is trying to figure out what she is suppose to be doing with her retirement days. She does have a bit of a cold.&lt;br /&gt;It is a new way of life for us. Quiet. Ten miles to the closest store. Restaurants few and far between. But hell, we have a huge TV and a low maintenance home.&lt;br /&gt;There are areas all around us that are 1/2 developed. Sad. Our area is older and pretty much settled so we're ok.  Of course, we couldn't sell if we wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, the murder of the little girl in Tracy troubles me. I cannot believe a women would do what they say she has done. Could she be covering for a  man in her life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-2905400695345036416?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2905400695345036416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=2905400695345036416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2905400695345036416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2905400695345036416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-has-been-awhile.html' title='It has been awhile. .'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4939453369200684314</id><published>2009-03-04T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:29:43.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peacock family . .</title><content type='html'>. . has survived and lives in Dustin, OK.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are such cruel animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4939453369200684314?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4939453369200684314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4939453369200684314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4939453369200684314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4939453369200684314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/03/peacock-family.html' title='The Peacock family . .'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-2839266126016562130</id><published>2009-02-20T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:45:03.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still standing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZ7NO4_ic_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/l6sLctz-dOw/s1600-h/travis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZ7NO4_ic_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/l6sLctz-dOw/s200/travis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304903066789770226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Randy Travis of Doors (our V.P.) came for a visit this week. We/I thought the door was going to close on this D.D. but I'm thrilled to say it didn't.   I've been in 'Panic Device'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZ7NZQ-MTHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ti8-SvezN9A/s1600-h/panic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZ7NZQ-MTHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ti8-SvezN9A/s200/panic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304903245025266802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mode for a month and concerned that my job would dry up as I drove through the Texas panhandle.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it could still happen but I'm not going to worry about it. I need my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZ7P4an1xdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/naeB-0hHm7o/s1600-h/beauty+sleeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZ7P4an1xdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/naeB-0hHm7o/s400/beauty+sleeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304905979215070674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-2839266126016562130?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2839266126016562130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=2839266126016562130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2839266126016562130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2839266126016562130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-standing.html' title='Still standing'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZ7NO4_ic_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/l6sLctz-dOw/s72-c/travis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-2940268237783251643</id><published>2009-02-11T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:06:59.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZNmr0ittII/AAAAAAAAAZc/qSbLavcjgzY/s1600-h/LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZNmr0ittII/AAAAAAAAAZc/qSbLavcjgzY/s200/LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301694089369859202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the economy has been in the dumpster. Washington did pass a relief bill. OK. Now everything is going to be fine. I'm glad that national disaster is over and I can go back to normal and not worry about my job disappearing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to see Leslie Gore this weekend. Now I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-2940268237783251643?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2940268237783251643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=2940268237783251643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2940268237783251643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2940268237783251643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunshine-lollipops-and-rainbows.html' title='Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SZNmr0ittII/AAAAAAAAAZc/qSbLavcjgzY/s72-c/LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-5179995039131670036</id><published>2009-02-01T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:06:17.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of the night</title><content type='html'>We live on a dead end street and the tall apartment houses nearby create a tunnel of sound. If the windows are a open a crack we can hear a lot from buildings nearby. Well the folks across the street had some guests over and were having a pretty raucous evening. Hell, it was a Fri night and people should be able to party to a point. Well as I looked at the clock and it read 2:15, I though I would get up a check things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. The unit across the street has a full size picture window. The curtains were wide open and the glass is totally fogged up. I could see the silhouettes of people moving back and forth across the window, sometimes one, sometimes two. The whole time lights, i.e. camera, were flashing and they had 2 huge flood lights on. Based on the 'poses' it looked pretty gnarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to get some sleep. So, I got the kitty's laser pointer and while sitting on the floor in the second bedroom, I flashed the red light where the fog on the window was smudged. They freaked out. The curtains were pulled. They started taking pictures again. In a space between the curtains, I flashed the light &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intermittently&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within about10 minutes a big old guy and a woman ran out of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Straight&lt;/span&gt; porn is so yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-5179995039131670036?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5179995039131670036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=5179995039131670036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5179995039131670036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5179995039131670036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-middle-of-night.html' title='In the middle of the night'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-8811821273166451127</id><published>2009-01-23T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:21:02.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And time goes on</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;We have a new President. He did good today by releasing funding for Women's health centers, around the world that have the audacity to suggest birth control or abortion. The block on lobbyist and a pay freeze for his staff is cool, too. I'm optomistic.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime three friends have lost their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I fear it every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-8811821273166451127?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8811821273166451127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=8811821273166451127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8811821273166451127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8811821273166451127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-time-goes-on.html' title='And time goes on'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-3128345842155976435</id><published>2009-01-16T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:18:13.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A kid named Adolf Hitler</title><content type='html'>And then the new Jersey Child Protection Services Agency had to come up w/ and excuse as to why the kids were taken from their parents. Da.   The parents have to be dumb asses.  Good enough excuse for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-3128345842155976435?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3128345842155976435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=3128345842155976435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3128345842155976435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3128345842155976435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/01/kid-named-adolf-hitler.html' title='A kid named Adolf Hitler'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-6452901535379696941</id><published>2009-01-15T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:47:10.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite movie of the year.  Go see it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-6452901535379696941?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6452901535379696941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=6452901535379696941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6452901535379696941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6452901535379696941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-677259630195681621</id><published>2009-01-15T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:32:27.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L wordish</title><content type='html'>We went to a dogs birthday party this past weekend. SO lesbian like. Do you know any straight people that birthday parties for their dogs? Actually it was a lot of fun. The weather was great and the company was good.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, the L word starts up again this Sunday. Spoiler alert..Jenny is murdered. (So it says on the trailer for the new season).  We were asked to join some friends at our local watering hole to witness dykes behaving badly as they watch the show.  Apparently the issue is they don't order (a $5 cover had to be created) and they don't tip when they do...and then they just order water. Not drinking alcohol is fine, but it is bar afterall. The bartenders make a living by waiting on you. Tip accordingly.  And then these, mostly young, will Shhhh you if you speak. Oh, I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-677259630195681621?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/677259630195681621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=677259630195681621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/677259630195681621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/677259630195681621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2009/01/l-wordish.html' title='L wordish'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-6965006323912494042</id><published>2008-12-25T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:45:48.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed the template</title><content type='html'>The other seemed stuck. That technical computer talk.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a nice Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-6965006323912494042?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6965006323912494042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=6965006323912494042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6965006323912494042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6965006323912494042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-changed-template.html' title='I changed the template'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-6260689282787172329</id><published>2008-12-21T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:49:23.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SU8YVDIgfrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i-RyVRFyVzg/s1600-h/raiise+your+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467637826191026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SU8YVDIgfrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i-RyVRFyVzg/s200/raiise+your+hand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My niece sent us this Christmas card. Doesn't it make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got hit by a car tonight. We were just talking about hard it was to see in the darkness and rain. I got out to run into the corner store and didn't see a car coming because another was between us. I was being stupid and the car was driving fast. It scared the crap out of me and the driver, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as you ponder my demise, here are some pics of my sisters back yard after the New England ice storm last week. Now it's all buried under 20 inches of freshly fallen snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SU8ZWggqRWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/plkLWYgJeDY/s1600-h/sis+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282468762403620194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SU8ZWggqRWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/plkLWYgJeDY/s200/sis+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SU8ZrOEc3oI/AAAAAAAAAZM/DDf0ROdUFQ4/s1600-h/sis+yard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282469118230716034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SU8ZrOEc3oI/AAAAAAAAAZM/DDf0ROdUFQ4/s200/sis+yard.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-6260689282787172329?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6260689282787172329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=6260689282787172329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6260689282787172329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6260689282787172329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry.html' title='Merry..'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SU8YVDIgfrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i-RyVRFyVzg/s72-c/raiise+your+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-5845916554033002153</id><published>2008-12-04T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:08:17.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Choice?</title><content type='html'>As I was walking out with my 'To Go' lunch special from Fresh Choice, I passed the help yourself frozen yogurt area. There I saw a little girl licking the cover of the jar used to sprinkle sprinkles (or Jimmies) on your dessert. She was licking it like it was the last sugary treat she was ever going to have.&lt;br /&gt;You will remember this the next time you approach that counter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-5845916554033002153?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5845916554033002153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=5845916554033002153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5845916554033002153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5845916554033002153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/12/fresh-choice.html' title='Fresh Choice?'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-828440881302450015</id><published>2008-11-24T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:46:15.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddow's Thumbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSuDDI7dTHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gGdh49P2NBo/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272451878727011442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSuDDI7dTHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gGdh49P2NBo/s200/images%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spouse A pointed out Rachel's thumb remind her of Sissy's (Uma Thurman) in "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues". Now I can't keep my eyes off them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was so bad, it was good. The sound track really is good. The book, by Tom Robbins..I don't know. 'Didn't read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-828440881302450015?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/828440881302450015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=828440881302450015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/828440881302450015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/828440881302450015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/maddows-thumbs.html' title='Maddow&apos;s Thumbs'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSuDDI7dTHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gGdh49P2NBo/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-1578804122345564862</id><published>2008-11-23T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:13:10.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No lasts</title><content type='html'>I was in Boston recently. I love Boston. Sometimes I wonder where I would be if I hadn't left 17 years ago. I don't regret the move, Spouse A being the most important reason, but I really do love the city. I have a facebook link for pics and keeping up w/neices at school. I had posted that I was sorry about thowing a 9-iron while playing a horrible game of golf yesterday. An old friend from Boston commented..."It was 27 degrees in Boston. Stop the whinning."&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the "No Lasts" thing. This is the beginning of our last holiday season in the area, I tear up when I hear this is your/our last. I really don't need to be reminded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-1578804122345564862?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1578804122345564862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=1578804122345564862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1578804122345564862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1578804122345564862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-lasts.html' title='No lasts'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-213834464889022304</id><published>2008-11-18T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:52:51.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's buried in Revere's Tomb?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSOqKN2FMjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/inbEYxqfIoM/s1600-h/100_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270243081445519922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSOqKN2FMjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/inbEYxqfIoM/s320/100_0024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSOqBuD6iFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dejauETNCvM/s1600-h/cem+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270242935474653266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSOqBuD6iFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dejauETNCvM/s320/cem+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSOp6IiM_II/AAAAAAAAAWg/KlNaomBtkJg/s1600-h/cem+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270242805142060162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSOp6IiM_II/AAAAAAAAAWg/KlNaomBtkJg/s320/cem+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSOpsyvUifI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Tej1M4GvVRk/s1600-h/cem+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSOo0UY8HuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/d5OJubHuMq8/s1600-h/cem+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-213834464889022304?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/213834464889022304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=213834464889022304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/213834464889022304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/213834464889022304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/whos-buried-in-revers-tomb.html' title='Who&apos;s buried in Revere&apos;s Tomb?'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SSOqKN2FMjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/inbEYxqfIoM/s72-c/100_0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-7630505976427628569</id><published>2008-11-17T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:02:10.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat night</title><content type='html'>After an evening at 'The Big Company's' convention party, I was left with a need for some nourishment. Something other than those little party appetizers and fondue. I had room service deliver a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;It was good to get out of the dress shoes and outfit and just relax after doing business talk all day.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the sandwich and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt; I put the tray in the corridor for pick-up. The entries are in a bit of an alcove, set back from the corridor. I pushed the tray out a bit further so neither my next door neighbor or myself would trip over it. I pushed it a little further out and heard 'click'. I'm in the business. I know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;The door shut and locked behind me. I am now standing, outside my room, at about 11:30 pm in a Patriots T-shirt and big old lady white cotton underwear. Pure horror.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the lock as if the power of D.D. could open it. Dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;I then knocked on 3 nearby doors until a ladies voice said she would call the front desk.&lt;br /&gt;As I heard her call, a gentleman walked by. He was very gracious, giggling only slightly, commenting on the fact he had the same T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;The front desk guy come along in a few minutes. It felt like forever. I apologized for the outfit and all he said was, "At least you have clothes on".&lt;br /&gt;Was he suggesting people get locked out there naked or was he thinking that he might have lost his eyesight if he found me standing there with less on that I had?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-7630505976427628569?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7630505976427628569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=7630505976427628569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7630505976427628569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7630505976427628569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-evening-at-big-companys.html' title='Sat night'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-3746133375329801656</id><published>2008-11-12T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:20:02.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out there on Saturday and get mad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRtYzf47IEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CmGdkU-OeSw/s1600-h/FAnueil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267901830896754754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRtYzf47IEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CmGdkU-OeSw/s200/FAnueil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Protests will be held from coast to coast this Sat, the 15th, over the passing of Prop 8 or 'H8' as we call it here in the 'hood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading back east for a D.D. convention and will hopefully get to City Hall. Boston's City Hall is adjacent to the site of where our demand for our liberties where first fought. John Adams lectured on freedom from England on the steps of Fanueil Hall. Protesters planned the Boston Tea Party from the Old South Meeting House on the corner of Washington. And the Boston Massacre was just down State Street.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was in Fanueil Hall was to celebrate the passage of the Gay Civil Right Law of MA which passed in '89 but not cleared of bureaucratic stuff until '91. Hopefully we won't have to wait that long this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-3746133375329801656?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3746133375329801656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=3746133375329801656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3746133375329801656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3746133375329801656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-out-there-and-saturday.html' title='Get out there on Saturday and get mad!'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRtYzf47IEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CmGdkU-OeSw/s72-c/FAnueil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-3821641178051162481</id><published>2008-11-09T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:13:45.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRfCQNdurCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/aYmFzcEqx58/s1600-h/1107081845.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rally in the Castro, Nov 7.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRfBMqnHLWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8Qx1DtRkvcw/s1600-h/1107081827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266890712574012770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRfBMqnHLWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8Qx1DtRkvcw/s200/1107081827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRfCHlV9VhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/RXh5hnWOgu0/s1600-h/1107081844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266891724772169234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRfCHlV9VhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/RXh5hnWOgu0/s200/1107081844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRfCBKeVzsI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Y0295hcK4ow/s1600-h/1107081841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266891614480355010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRfCBKeVzsI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Y0295hcK4ow/s200/1107081841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-3821641178051162481?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3821641178051162481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=3821641178051162481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3821641178051162481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3821641178051162481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/h8.html' title='H8'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRfBMqnHLWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8Qx1DtRkvcw/s72-c/1107081827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-8129500636280128363</id><published>2008-11-06T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:11:03.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics from the Castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRMbTOvvioI/AAAAAAAAAVI/f-w_j4dDmj4/s1600-h/H+Milk+Plaza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265582406516050562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRMbTOvvioI/AAAAAAAAAVI/f-w_j4dDmj4/s200/H+Milk+Plaza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRMbN3c5wCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/J85tgnO_kCc/s1600-h/Castro+at+18th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265582314363666466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRMbN3c5wCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/J85tgnO_kCc/s200/Castro+at+18th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the election.&lt;br /&gt;A declaration thanking those that supported No on 8 and the Rainbow Flag at Half-staff with a black banner attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-8129500636280128363?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8129500636280128363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=8129500636280128363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8129500636280128363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8129500636280128363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-pics-from-castro.html' title='Some pics from the Castro'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRMbTOvvioI/AAAAAAAAAVI/f-w_j4dDmj4/s72-c/H+Milk+Plaza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-7783670107639304244</id><published>2008-11-05T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:58:54.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionarys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civil rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prop 8'/><title type='text'>We're devastated.</title><content type='html'>Prop 8 passed taking away my right to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, we voted for the new guy. A black guy.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt; Ohh&lt;/span&gt;...times are changing!  I even heard a political pundent say the final political taboo has been shattered.&lt;br /&gt;OK. So women may as well just quit trying since this was the LAST barrier to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;And even Obama, the new Messiah, doesn't believe in my right to marry.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me as I sit out at the party celebrating his election.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I best stay home and wait for those 2 young missionaries to come and repossess my wedding license.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-7783670107639304244?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7783670107639304244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=7783670107639304244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7783670107639304244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7783670107639304244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-devastated.html' title='We&apos;re devastated.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4103451168518364467</id><published>2008-11-04T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:18:12.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><title type='text'>Grant me a weak moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRC5oibpX1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/710NRvMgJCQ/s1600-h/Callie+Torres+and+Erica+Hahn,+MDs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRC5oibpX1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/710NRvMgJCQ/s200/Callie+Torres+and+Erica+Hahn,+MDs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264912070484778834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I know it's election day and there are important things to discuss BUT. . Did you hear Dr Erika was fired from Grey's Anatomy? Damn. Just when Spouse A would put up with watching it, relegating her CSI to On Demand, they go and fire Erika, closing down the one storyline worth following.&lt;br /&gt;You see Dr Callie Torres (very hot) the orthopedic surgeon and Dr Erika Hahn(smart and less crabby since they've had sex), the heart surgeon, fell in love. It has been well done and we certainly looked forward to how the relationship progressed.  It is (was) the only gay story line on network TV!&lt;br /&gt;They're played by Sara Ramirez and Brooke Smith.&lt;br /&gt;Read about it at 'After Ellen.com'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4103451168518364467?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4103451168518364467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4103451168518364467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4103451168518364467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4103451168518364467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/grant-me-weak-moment.html' title='Grant me a weak moment.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SRC5oibpX1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/710NRvMgJCQ/s72-c/Callie+Torres+and+Erica+Hahn,+MDs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-498591404196147083</id><published>2008-11-01T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:04:18.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no on 8'/><title type='text'>No on 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of civil rights.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; only effects my life and the life of Spouse A.&lt;br /&gt;Taking away our civil right continues the reign of the "Taliban of religious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zealots&lt;/span&gt;" stealing liberties in the name of their god.&lt;br /&gt;Is their mission any different than what our noble soldiers are supposedly fighting against in the middle east?&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked what we would do if 8 passes? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; boycott any businesses that have donated to the passage. I will join the many others who will sue the state for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; to be recognized.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I will come out as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Atheist that I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if people realized there are many who do not buy the theism and doctrine created by religious cults, they wouldn't be afraid to just say, "No". No to their ability to change our civil laws, education, choices and freedom in the name of their gods. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQzexBOlMlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/CeT_fXL-ByQ/s1600-h/abe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826998213816914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQzexBOlMlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/CeT_fXL-ByQ/s200/abe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it in your church, not in my life and not in my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the Bible, Book of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Qur'an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get into my civil liberties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think Lincoln would do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-498591404196147083?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/498591404196147083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=498591404196147083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/498591404196147083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/498591404196147083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-on-8.html' title='No on 8'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQzexBOlMlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/CeT_fXL-ByQ/s72-c/abe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-1671333394915124982</id><published>2008-10-31T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:11:23.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemetary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barre'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween from Hope Cemetary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQseCu7VoTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wNnSu_tHmP0/s1600-h/bed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQseCu7VoTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wNnSu_tHmP0/s200/bed3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263333621818040626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQsdp81_ieI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-u-VVe6RpHk/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQsdp81_ieI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-u-VVe6RpHk/s200/chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263333196056988130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQsdZJsZrGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/c0DeIDjych4/s1600-h/allen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQsdZJsZrGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/c0DeIDjych4/s200/allen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263332907448642658" border="0" /&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;The Barre, VT area was home to some major Granite quarries.  Talented stone cutters from Italy came to work the quarries and in their free time they would sculpt.  Many made their own grave stones and for their friends.&lt;br /&gt;They're fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-1671333394915124982?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1671333394915124982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=1671333394915124982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1671333394915124982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1671333394915124982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-trip-to-my-favorite-cemetary.html' title='Happy Halloween from Hope Cemetary'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQseCu7VoTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wNnSu_tHmP0/s72-c/bed3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-8141058358144651407</id><published>2008-10-31T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:12:40.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin peaks'/><title type='text'>From the Apt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQsbJOA5ptI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QDsf_29k2pM/s1600-h/night+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQsbJOA5ptI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QDsf_29k2pM/s320/night+shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263330434707203794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQsa6xkA22I/AAAAAAAAATw/JNrJ6_t_xxE/s1600-h/twin+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQsa6xkA22I/AAAAAAAAATw/JNrJ6_t_xxE/s320/twin+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263330186551679842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As  my time in this apt is short, I'm getting a bit carried away with 'view' photos. Here are a few more with the fog rolling over Twin Peaks and downtown with fog weaving through the canyons of buildings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-8141058358144651407?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8141058358144651407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=8141058358144651407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8141058358144651407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8141058358144651407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-apt.html' title='From the Apt.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQsbJOA5ptI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QDsf_29k2pM/s72-c/night+shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-2107726727610326697</id><published>2008-10-30T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:05:03.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From A &amp; S's garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQoTJVTcRwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Hoxn7rrxvak/s1600-h/rose+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQoTJVTcRwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Hoxn7rrxvak/s200/rose+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263040165594285826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lucky shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-2107726727610326697?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2107726727610326697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=2107726727610326697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2107726727610326697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2107726727610326697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-at-workso-fire-me-please.html' title='From A &amp; S&apos;s garden'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SQoTJVTcRwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Hoxn7rrxvak/s72-c/rose+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-7216508551810482892</id><published>2008-10-30T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:36:45.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Holiday!</title><content type='html'>I've been blog challenged.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween.  Ah, my favorite holiday. Actually when you grow up with a mother who thought Halloween was more important than Christmas you can't help but enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;She always made our costumes. Not sewn. Made. There was the  single eyeball made out of the largest beach ball she could fine. When you're 8 or so it covered you whole body. Picture one eyeball stumbling down the road, in the darkness of a New England fall evening. And then there was the year my sister was the Jolly Green Giant. The green didn't come out of her hair for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were a tribe of cannibals. This was in the early 60's, mind you. Wearing those fox furs from your grandmother and burlap tied around your waste was pretty intense. Never mind the mop head she died black and stuck wire in  to have it stand on end.  Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I think of Halloween as Mother's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-7216508551810482892?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7216508551810482892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=7216508551810482892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7216508551810482892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7216508551810482892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-holiday.html' title='High Holiday!'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-8594133148024971213</id><published>2008-10-06T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:49:54.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few wedding photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SOqGf7NxObI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B1M6Jm4Fuh4/s1600-h/100_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254159798310615474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SOqGf7NxObI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B1M6Jm4Fuh4/s200/100_0003.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SOqH0XVG9iI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7viDMCuc1-E/s1600-h/100_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254161248966604322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SOqH0XVG9iI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7viDMCuc1-E/s200/100_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our wonderful cake and a fabulous piece of artwork from our friends Tracey and Shirley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-8594133148024971213?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8594133148024971213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=8594133148024971213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8594133148024971213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8594133148024971213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-wedding-photos.html' title='A few wedding photos'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SOqGf7NxObI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B1M6Jm4Fuh4/s72-c/100_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-1407223569065179845</id><published>2008-10-05T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:27:49.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We tied the knot</title><content type='html'>It has certainly been an exciting few days. My beloved and I got married Fri afternoon at S.F. City Hall. It was a beautiful ceremony surrounded by wonderful friends and family. My sisters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; one niece made the journey from back east. Friends from MA and KY also came. Spouse A's sister was a witness and my dear friend, M was the other.  (According to the gender free license, I'm Spouse B)&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we had an appetizer and champagne reception at the wonderful old St Francis hotel. I think it was a beautiful, old fashion gathering for a couple of old fashion lesbian gals.&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday night and we are just exhaused.  I will download some photos later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we will rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-1407223569065179845?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1407223569065179845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=1407223569065179845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1407223569065179845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1407223569065179845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-tied-knot.html' title='We tied the knot'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-7845594716228073496</id><published>2008-09-23T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:04:16.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got the license</title><content type='html'>We got our wedding license yesterday. The emotions that come with all of this continues to be a wonderful surprise. It's all very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;As we drove home, east on McCallister, a Lexus SUV was drifting from the right lane into our left lane. He probably didn't see me along his rear side door. Well I tooted. That's all.  Just to let him know I was there.  This guy went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;He did cut in front of me and continued to stop and go for a couple of blocks. He kept looking at me and yelling at his side mirror. Kinda funny since I couldn't hear a damn thing.  And the  final treat was him stopping the car, getting out and grabbing his crotch and shaking his basket with vigor. My honey and I were just splitting a gut.&lt;br /&gt;I know people say the ole 'he could have a gun' but damn, you can't always be afraid. This guy wanted us to be. I wanted him to know he didn't scare me and that he  looked like a silly ass, not the big bad man. I aimed my phone to take a photo but, of course, I had turned my (work) phone off. Damn. We did  turn when we could.  (No need to push your luck)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-7845594716228073496?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7845594716228073496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=7845594716228073496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7845594716228073496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7845594716228073496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-got-license.html' title='We got the license'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4330769647409805593</id><published>2008-09-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:58:17.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firefighters'/><title type='text'>San Diego Firefighters</title><content type='html'>Four firefighters are suing the city because they were subjected to Catcalls and sexually suggested comments while driving their trucks in the Gay Pride Parade.&lt;br /&gt;Their lawyer said the issue is they shouldn't have to participate in a parade where firefighters have been harassed in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to decades worth of parades and I have NEVER heard anything but positive responses to the Firefighters. Could it be because, as dykes,we enthusiastically cheer on and smile at our lovely lady fire fighters. Maybe men are a bit more out there with their sexual comments?&lt;br /&gt;A friend once said that the reason gay men and women aren't allowed in the military is because straight men are afraid they would be treated by other men the way they treat women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SM-6NeIBHxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VzThJPukB5w/s1600-h/Gay+Parade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246616831497674514" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SM-6NeIBHxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VzThJPukB5w/s200/Gay+Parade%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum: The Fire Chief is a Lesbian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys on the float is typical of one of the terrible scenes the firefighters were subjected to.  This is actually what their lawyer has offered as evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SM-7tDZOj6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/PZrTwsKSAZs/s1600-h/sports+ill%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246618473589542818" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SM-7tDZOj6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/PZrTwsKSAZs/s200/sports+ill%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  HELLO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4330769647409805593?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4330769647409805593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4330769647409805593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4330769647409805593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4330769647409805593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/san-diego-firefighters.html' title='San Diego Firefighters'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SM-6NeIBHxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VzThJPukB5w/s72-c/Gay+Parade%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-9208460797167740247</id><published>2008-09-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:16:55.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dykes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maddow'/><title type='text'>Rachel Maddow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SMqA0ChpN4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y5LGdlYzDYA/s1600-h/Rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SMqA0ChpN4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y5LGdlYzDYA/s200/Rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245146347545900930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently this is  MSN's new star! I don't know if I can take all the success we're facing recently. A dyke staring on MSN, a female redneck VP candidate, marriage for me and my honey, and an African American in the white house (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;I could live without the redneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BOF_DEF--&gt;My Little Jock Sis has claimed Rachel as her new paramour. Though I haven't seen her on TV, after a little web surfing, I don't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;Paramour:  "A lover, especially one in an adulterous relationship".  Rachel is in a relationship. My LJS is in an unhappy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--EOF_DEF--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/abs/Desktop/images.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-9208460797167740247?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/9208460797167740247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=9208460797167740247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/9208460797167740247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/9208460797167740247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/rachel-maddow.html' title='Rachel Maddow'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SMqA0ChpN4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y5LGdlYzDYA/s72-c/Rachel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-6266538095987679957</id><published>2008-09-10T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:17:44.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transamerica'/><title type='text'>SF - In the morning sun and fog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SMf-EQL7iOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/29AoHcOcII0/s1600-h/morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SMf-EQL7iOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/29AoHcOcII0/s200/morning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244439640114170082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our living room with a helluva zoom..&lt;br /&gt;B of A and of course the Transamerica buildings in the morning sun and fog.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start calling the Trans the 'Trany' building for now on.&lt;br /&gt;You read it first here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-6266538095987679957?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6266538095987679957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=6266538095987679957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6266538095987679957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6266538095987679957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/sf-you-have-to-love-it.html' title='SF - In the morning sun and fog.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SMf-EQL7iOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/29AoHcOcII0/s72-c/morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4561142442164566749</id><published>2008-09-09T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:41:05.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Steinem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SMcUs-ROxSI/AAAAAAAAANc/hUqgHaPN5K8/s1600-h/Gloria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244183053958300962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SMcUs-ROxSI/AAAAAAAAANc/hUqgHaPN5K8/s400/Gloria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% Lucida Grande; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;From the Los Angeles Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 6px Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palin: wrong woman, wrong message&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;By Gloria Steinem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;September 4, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;Here's the good news: Women have become so politically powerful that even the anti-feminist right wing -- the folks with a headlock on the Republican Party -- are trying to appease the gender gap with a first-ever female vice president. We owe this to women -- and to many men too -- who have picketed, gone on hunger strikes or confronted violence at the polls so women can vote. We owe it to Shirley Chisholm, who first took the "white-male-only" sign off the White House, and to Hillary Rodham Clinton, who hung in there through ridicule and misogyny to win 18 million votes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;But here is even better news: It won't work. This isn't the first time a boss has picked an unqualified woman just because she agrees with him and opposes everything most other women want and need. Feminism has never been about getting a job for one woman. It's about making life more fair for women everywhere. It's not about a piece of the existing pie; there are too many of us for that. It's about baking a new pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;Selecting Sarah Palin, who was touted all summer by Rush Limbaugh, is no way to attract most women, including die-hard Clinton supporters. Palin shares nothing but a chromosome with Clinton. Her down-home, divisive and deceptive speech did nothing to cosmeticize a Republican convention that has more than twice as many male delegates as female, a presidential candidate who is owned and operated by the right wing and a platform that opposes pretty much everything Clinton's candidacy stood for -- and that Barack Obama's still does. To vote in protest for McCain/Palin would be like saying, "Somebody stole my shoes, so I'll amputate my legs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px; MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT: 12px Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% Tahoma; font-stretch: normal; font-size-adjust: none"&gt;Gloria Steinem is an author, feminist organizer and co-founder of the Women's Media Center. She supported Hillary Clinton and is now supporting Barack Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4561142442164566749?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4561142442164566749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4561142442164566749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4561142442164566749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4561142442164566749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-ms-steinem.html' title='Ms Steinem'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SMcUs-ROxSI/AAAAAAAAANc/hUqgHaPN5K8/s72-c/Gloria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-7923789184429806674</id><published>2008-09-08T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:02:30.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>What a man with a vagina looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-7923789184429806674?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7923789184429806674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=7923789184429806674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7923789184429806674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7923789184429806674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin.html' title='Sarah Palin'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4547310999186351931</id><published>2008-09-08T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:04:52.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next blog...</title><content type='html'>.. have you notice how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; are Christian types?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you ponder that question, here's the next:&lt;br /&gt;True Blood anyone? (New on HBO). I really liked it. Though I was never a Buffy fan or ever read the True Blood series, I found it intriguing. Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paquin&lt;/span&gt; is terrific. I wondered why we don't see her more. She's fabulous. And Alan Ball has always delivered. He's the writer (taking from an existing text) and director.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is plenty of nudity, violence, an adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; (love Lois Smith), the standard cast of supporting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stereotype&lt;/span&gt; friends.  Tara is a hoot. Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4547310999186351931?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4547310999186351931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4547310999186351931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4547310999186351931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4547310999186351931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/09/next-blog.html' title='Next blog...'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-8134807382381935687</id><published>2008-08-29T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:27:38.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama</title><content type='html'>Sure, I'm going to vote for him.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much a no brainer and anyone that says they're a Dem but will vote for McCain are simply nuts.&lt;br /&gt;The two party system is certainly far from perfect but it's what we have and we have to make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;As they used to say back in Beantown, "Vote and vote often".&lt;br /&gt;And vote Obama!&lt;br /&gt;And if you're in CA, vote NO on Prop 8 which declares marriage must be between a man and a women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-8134807382381935687?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8134807382381935687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=8134807382381935687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8134807382381935687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/8134807382381935687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/08/obama.html' title='Obama'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-451293035536986512</id><published>2008-08-25T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:58:51.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our friend</title><content type='html'>How does one wake up every morning knowing the day will be filled with severe pain and discomfort? Our friend is very sick and struggles to lay without pain. If I was a religious person I would pray for her to be free of the misery but I'm not so I can only wish her good speed, whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;Before I get too sad by talking about our friend, Ill digress.&lt;br /&gt;Does having a belief that there is an after life make it easier to deal with dying? I think a lot of folks would just be totally freaked out if they didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Susan Sontag's son said that people thought that her behavior in her later stages of her illness suggested she found Jesus and was trying to repent before dying.  He said the truth was she was an atheist and was scared about simply no longer being . . just not being.&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it as I go to sleep at night I shudder and try to count doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-451293035536986512?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/451293035536986512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=451293035536986512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/451293035536986512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/451293035536986512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-friend.html' title='Our friend'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-7047204825336543029</id><published>2008-08-11T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:37:48.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my world</title><content type='html'>And of course, it's my world and it seems to be getting smaller all the time.&lt;br /&gt;We barely left the house this weekend. There was a time when being home doing nothing much over the weekend was a sign you don't have friends and have no life. Is this still the case? I don't know.  I hope it's because I'm old and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics are fun, even though I hate everything Chinese except the food and even that is beginning to bother me. I know, don't be a hater. It's not the people...well, maybe yes, it is the people. They have created the government of injustices and exploitation of the poor while the rich get richer. Oh, wait that last part is about us.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics:&lt;br /&gt;You have to love the hot new swim suits on both the men and the women.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for anyone playing our professional basketball team.&lt;br /&gt;And why are the gymnasts always hurt and why do we send guys that are hurt to begin with when I'm sure there are people right behind them that can do as well, especially since they're hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Beach volley ball is fun to watch. I wanted Latvia to win. I just had to look it up to see where it is.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that handball thing?&lt;br /&gt;According to 'After Ellen' there are more out dykes in on the olympic soccer teams than in any other sport.  Ya, tell that to the softball babes.  Oh, wait. That was OUT dykes. They're little more out in European Soccer than the US is in softball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-7047204825336543029?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7047204825336543029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=7047204825336543029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7047204825336543029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7047204825336543029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to my world'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-2518018851812986905</id><published>2008-07-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:35:34.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a village.</title><content type='html'>How does a group of kids, sitting in a booth at Fresh Choice, get away with swearing, using the N word, lingering way beyond a lunch hour,  without an adult (or another kid) saying anything to them?&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and stared and they seemed to shut up. What about the adults sitting on either side?&lt;br /&gt;I was just walking by. Maybe someone eventually said something because as I went back to get something from the line, they were pretty quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Adults must speak up! I bet their parents would be horrified to hear their boys talking like this. Hey, it takes a village.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-2518018851812986905?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2518018851812986905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=2518018851812986905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2518018851812986905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2518018851812986905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-kids.html' title='It takes a village.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-58786344543153773</id><published>2008-07-17T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:36:42.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manners</title><content type='html'>An unusual stop at the grocery store:&lt;br /&gt;The deli lady offered me a sample and was very pleasant. She spoke English too.&lt;br /&gt;A guy who had stepped away from the grocery line for a second. When I noticed the cart and his return (at the same time), he allowed me to go in front as he saw I had just a few items.  Shopping was a not so bad an experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the guy who expected me to look up a number for him when I told him I couldn't help him but gave him a lead on where to find what he needed. . .  and he never said thank you.  Ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-58786344543153773?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/58786344543153773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=58786344543153773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/58786344543153773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/58786344543153773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/07/manners.html' title='Manners'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-9191748953797194632</id><published>2008-07-16T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:46:17.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strolling of the Heiffers</title><content type='html'>You've heard of the 'Running of the Bulls' in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brattelboro&lt;/span&gt;, VT celebrates their bovines by leading them on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leisurely&lt;/span&gt; stroll through the center of town.  It will be followed by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rowdy&lt;/span&gt; concert staring that rabble rouser Pete Singer.  Of course this is all to benefit the local farming community.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta' love VT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-9191748953797194632?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/9191748953797194632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=9191748953797194632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/9191748953797194632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/9191748953797194632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/07/strolling-of-heiffers.html' title='Strolling of the Heiffers'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-3427753583632909568</id><published>2008-07-10T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:58:45.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>245 days until I give my 2 week notice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-3427753583632909568?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3427753583632909568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=3427753583632909568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3427753583632909568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3427753583632909568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-7166431978265291216</id><published>2008-07-03T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:27:24.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People do not change</title><content type='html'>I just spent a few days with family on the other coast. It was a wonderful trip as it's always good to be in New England and I really do miss my sisters and bros.&lt;br /&gt;We're the older generation now and that sucks..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue (I'm sure it took all she could muster), my youngest sister brought up moving in with the significant other. She quickly followed up the announcement with, "She has changed". (Is it the result of a very sad event in her family?) Another sister and and I  sat with our jaws hitting the lovely hardwood floors, in shock.&lt;br /&gt;This changed person is the one I saw verbally tear apart a teenage host at a restaurant the night before,  because we sat down for pizza a few minutes later than he originally told us!&lt;br /&gt;I know this one little event is not a big deal in itself but it is a reflection of something more. It is a behavior that we grew up with and feared constantly. It's an extension of emotional abuse. The poor public behavior witnessed  is the same one drilled into you at home.  You become the one not doing it right, the lazy ass, the one that doesn't get it. "You're lucky I'm here. No one else will put up with this!"&lt;br /&gt;My sweetie sister has been putting up with this shit for a few years, without having made a commitment.  She was slowly developing her vertebrae and taking the crap less and less.  Now, because the abuser is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt;, she's changed?&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, people do not change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-7166431978265291216?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7166431978265291216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=7166431978265291216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7166431978265291216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/7166431978265291216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-do-no-change.html' title='People do not change'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4698126442068390805</id><published>2008-06-20T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:44:54.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I tell you we're getting married?</title><content type='html'>Now that we have gotten into it, it's very exciting. I'm the cynical one but damn, this is really cool. I never in my life thought that I would be getting married. But WE are.&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4698126442068390805?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4698126442068390805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4698126442068390805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4698126442068390805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4698126442068390805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/06/did-i-tell-you-were-getting-married.html' title='Did I tell you we&apos;re getting married?'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-211490617680403817</id><published>2008-06-20T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:48:15.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate is such a strong word.</title><content type='html'>I hate how the US has lost it's position as care giver of the world. The good guys. The freedom fighter for those that can't. We're the bully when it comes to finding oil but what about all the other stuff going on. US manufacturing, farming, mining?&lt;br /&gt;We have lost it all to the most inhumane, slave driven, ecologically disastrous,  nation in the world. The one we used to fend off from spilling over and destroying cultures (remember the late 60-early 70s). I hate China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-211490617680403817?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/211490617680403817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=211490617680403817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/211490617680403817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/211490617680403817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/06/hate-is-such-strong-word.html' title='Hate is such a strong word.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-796835459299875403</id><published>2008-06-20T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:39:46.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant children</title><content type='html'>I just read about the surge of pregnant teens in Gloucester, MA.  Though there is no proof at this point, it has been suggested they talked about becoming pregnant as a group thing. They were all to become pregnant at the same time and then they would take care of each other. How F.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uped&lt;/span&gt; is this? And there children will suffer the consequences of it all. Whether the group action is true or not, for girls to become pregnant at such a young age is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;One of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xs&lt;/span&gt; often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bemoaned&lt;/span&gt;, "It's easier to have a baby than get a driver's license."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have the 12 year old girl who chase down the 18 year jerk than ran off with her Lemonade stand earnings.  She had him cornered in his house until police came and took him away. You go girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-796835459299875403?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/796835459299875403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=796835459299875403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/796835459299875403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/796835459299875403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/06/pregnant-children.html' title='Pregnant children'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-2161332906147850496</id><published>2008-06-13T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:55:01.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not guilty</title><content type='html'>R. Kelly was found not guilty of sex with a minor.   Justice? Maybe it wasn't him  in the video. Why did his defense team drag this on for years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-2161332906147850496?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2161332906147850496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=2161332906147850496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2161332906147850496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2161332906147850496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-guilty.html' title='Not guilty'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-5809417557305986877</id><published>2008-06-13T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:05:12.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inept</title><content type='html'>My company recently hired a new Project Manger only to realize he has obviously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exaggerated&lt;/span&gt; his experience. He's now up to his neck in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mult&lt;/span&gt; million $$ project and the profit is trickling out his ear..&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day we're going to have to count our loses and hopefully get him on a simple project as the dust settles.  No one can go in and salvage the wreck the project has become.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson:  Go with you gut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-5809417557305986877?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5809417557305986877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=5809417557305986877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5809417557305986877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5809417557305986877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/06/inept.html' title='Inept'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-1538713074394789974</id><published>2008-06-09T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:56:05.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS about gender</title><content type='html'>Dianne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fienstien&lt;/span&gt; hosted a meeting between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; and Hillary last week. Today it was reported that she said gender did have a large influence on the Democratic outcome and suggested &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; better recognize the slam Hillary got and offer her the VP job. A lot of people voted for her and are not ready to jump on the Obama band wagon.&lt;br /&gt;I heard she might be offered the position of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Secretary&lt;/span&gt; of State. That would work.&lt;br /&gt;Just because Obama is the candidate, doesn't mean I will like him. If I did wouldn't I have been supporting him all along?  Having a woman VP would certainly help me along a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-1538713074394789974?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1538713074394789974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=1538713074394789974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1538713074394789974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1538713074394789974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-about-gender.html' title='IT IS about gender'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-1747028632671008167</id><published>2008-05-31T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:08:06.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dykes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay marriage'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>We saw Carrie and the ladies this afternoon. Yes, we're of a certain age when you CAN go to the movies during the day. My GF even got a Senior Discount! Not the point. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the four wild and crazy chicks of NYC. Of course they're hot and not real but I still love their city lives. I like their friendship the most. Having good friends keeps me from just staying in bed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was about Carrie's marriage to Big and forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;The marriage issue made me squirm in my seat a bit. We're getting married later this year. Why marry? What are we saying by getting married? Will it change my relationship with GF? I really can't answer these questions. I just know getting married feels right. It will make our life together different than it has been. I figured we would spend the rest of our lives together even before the marriage thing came up. Maybe now I will feel less illegit. Does this sound like internal homophobia? I think a lot of us old 'queer as folk' have negative feelings soometimes. Why else would the world deprive us of simple rights if it wasn't that being a dyke was not what a good Girl Scout would be? And I was a damn good Girl Scout!&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think that I don't need the law on our side, but, damnit, it feels good to know we will be deemed a real family. (Never mind that our property will be transfered to the other upon death without having to go through estate issues)&lt;br /&gt;We're getting married in City Hall, too. Maybe I'll wear Manolo Blahnik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-1747028632671008167?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1747028632671008167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=1747028632671008167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1747028632671008167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/1747028632671008167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-6914162241918394163</id><published>2008-05-29T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:37:06.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dianne Odelle Died</title><content type='html'>Dianne had lived in an Iron Lung for nearly  60 years.  Though she had grown weak over the last few months, the last breath came as the result of a power outage. Her mother's back up generator was not working as well.&lt;br /&gt;She was a high school grad and even wrote a kids book.  It was about a tiny star that dreamed about becoming a wishing star.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Dianne made a wish upon a star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-6914162241918394163?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6914162241918394163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=6914162241918394163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6914162241918394163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/6914162241918394163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/dianne-odelle-died.html' title='Dianne Odelle Died'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-2040330987262244426</id><published>2008-05-29T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:16:46.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Gas</title><content type='html'>There was a Lincoln Navigator in front of me at the gas line this morning. It had a "In Memory of" written out in those white letters on the back window. It was for a 5 year old boy that died last year. How sad to have lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;The posting on the back window of their car made me sad, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-2040330987262244426?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2040330987262244426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=2040330987262244426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2040330987262244426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/2040330987262244426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-gas.html' title='Getting Gas'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4400268139740033194</id><published>2008-05-20T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:28:54.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns don't kill people. People kill people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="headline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mass. officer's gun goes off during safety class&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A firearms instructor in southern Massachusetts has been assigned to other duties after his gun accidentally went off while he was teaching a class on weapons safety.&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- --&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Officials say the Glock handgun discharged while Maj. Donald Lamar was demonstrating to Bristol County deputy sheriffs how to safely holster the weapon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The bullet ripped a hole in Lamar's pants but missed his leg and foot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sheriff Thomas Hodgson says the officer made a "gross error in judgment" by not emptying the weapon before the class last week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lamar, a certified firearms instructor since 2005, was transferred to another division.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dumb Ass division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4400268139740033194?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4400268139740033194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4400268139740033194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4400268139740033194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4400268139740033194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/guns-dont-kill-people-people-kill.html' title='Guns don&apos;t kill people. People kill people.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4890336246931537674</id><published>2008-05-15T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:45:04.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dykes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay marriage'/><title type='text'>Gay Marraige</title><content type='html'>I was so nervous in anticipation of the CA Supreme Court &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;announcement&lt;/span&gt; today. It has been such an unhappy year I didn't expect the decision to be any better than yesterday's headline.&lt;br /&gt;Well, low and behold! We got it!!!&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt;, of over 15 years, and I can now share the same benefits as those straight citizens. We no longer have to pay a lawyer to assure my access to her hospital room, half of our house, or pension. Most importantly, I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;legitimate&lt;/span&gt;. We're not 'less than'.&lt;br /&gt;It's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; feeling and I wish you all love and happiness and I hope you&lt;br /&gt;feel the same happiness we finally feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4890336246931537674?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4890336246931537674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4890336246931537674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4890336246931537674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4890336246931537674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/gay-marraige.html' title='Gay Marraige'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-5609300276713142022</id><published>2008-05-14T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:54:46.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I sound like a man hater?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not. I'm just sick and tired of men abusing, killing, demeaning, and terrorising women. &lt;br /&gt;And yes I'm a flaming feminist with no apologize. Put that in your pipe and choke on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-5609300276713142022?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5609300276713142022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=5609300276713142022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5609300276713142022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/5609300276713142022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-i-sound-like-man-hater.html' title='Do I sound like a man hater?'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-3686300174164006845</id><published>2008-05-13T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:51:05.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victor Pantaleon</title><content type='html'>Killed the mother of his children and then went on to try and kill her mother.&lt;br /&gt;What a man!&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he gets what he deserves. (Northern CA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-3686300174164006845?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3686300174164006845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=3686300174164006845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3686300174164006845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/3686300174164006845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/victor-pantaleon.html' title='Victor Pantaleon'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-4977369354510106884</id><published>2008-05-12T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:04:26.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cult of Morman child abusers.</title><content type='html'>What's happened to the men in this cult? Any charges yet?&lt;br /&gt;And the kids?  I hope they can create families with their siblings but far, far away from the cult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-4977369354510106884?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4977369354510106884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=4977369354510106884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4977369354510106884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/4977369354510106884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/cult-of-morman-child-abusers.html' title='The cult of Morman child abusers.'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-172800321498867325</id><published>2008-05-12T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:02:28.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dowd</title><content type='html'>Maureen is irritating. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; is acidic and mean spirit. While reading her last essay, I was so caught up in her venom I lost the point. It's hard to imagine a writer sounding more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;misogynistic&lt;/span&gt; than she (sans penis!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-172800321498867325?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/172800321498867325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=172800321498867325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/172800321498867325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/172800321498867325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/dowd.html' title='Dowd'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2033429175650546640.post-237492464097589710</id><published>2008-05-11T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:54:02.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddy Arnold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SCeG_hroDSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EjdsIicSSVE/s1600-h/Arnold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199272720753757474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SCeG_hroDSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EjdsIicSSVE/s400/Arnold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eddy Arnold died this past week. I remember him as the first Country Singer that I was exposed to that I actually liked. Earlier exposure was limited to Dale Evans and Roy Rogers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2033429175650546640-237492464097589710?l=persnickety-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/feeds/237492464097589710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2033429175650546640&amp;postID=237492464097589710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/237492464097589710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2033429175650546640/posts/default/237492464097589710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://persnickety-j.blogspot.com/2008/05/eddy-arnold.html' title='Eddy Arnold'/><author><name>D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02620288745717757009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SC0QaBroDTI/AAAAAAAAANI/iZOYKjHw9hk/S220/Coupeville.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qioWlRWBG0k/SCeG_hroDSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EjdsIicSSVE/s72-c/Arnold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
