<?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-6195771198079462485</id><updated>2011-10-11T07:05:31.981-07:00</updated><category term='blog hops'/><title type='text'>Nut in A Lifeshell</title><subtitle type='html'>Live your imagination... not your past history</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-5544662403404369123</id><published>2011-01-31T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:22:04.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TUdB-BhQzpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AquMJoGHEwM/s1600/bary%2Bsteve%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TUdB-BhQzpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AquMJoGHEwM/s320/bary%2Bsteve%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568491998082551442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the person you do the most screwed up things with. This is a picture of me with my longtime friend Barry and his brother Steve. We used to do some crazy things when we were younger. We have known each other since high school and pretty much still act that way when we are together. Our friendship was on hiatus for a while, thanks to the "Lost Decade" and an ex-partner, but we got back in touch a few years ago, and it was one of the smartest things I ever did. We pretty much just picked up where we left off. And it's important to me to have someone in my life that knew me "back in the day" before Life happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-5544662403404369123?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5544662403404369123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-10.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5544662403404369123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5544662403404369123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-10.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 10'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TUdB-BhQzpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AquMJoGHEwM/s72-c/bary%2Bsteve%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-5734546729506789660</id><published>2011-01-28T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:12:20.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TUN3B0w9S2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/771j5z_LM7k/s1600/cara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TUN3B0w9S2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/771j5z_LM7k/s320/cara.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567424437587626850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's photo challenge. A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most. This is my lovely partner C. We have been together for 4 years. She has made me a better person, and I love her more than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-5734546729506789660?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5734546729506789660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-9.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5734546729506789660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5734546729506789660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-9.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 9'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TUN3B0w9S2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/771j5z_LM7k/s72-c/cara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-3853103222128435665</id><published>2011-01-27T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:12:58.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TUHfZ1qWWNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JmN-NhWx-Mg/s1600/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TUHfZ1qWWNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JmN-NhWx-Mg/s320/sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566976249401071826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find this sign really bizarre. Is this a combination restaurant/laser hair removal facility? Do they do this at your table? "Waiter, there is a hair in my food...." Ewwwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-3853103222128435665?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3853103222128435665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-8.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3853103222128435665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3853103222128435665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-8.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 8'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TUHfZ1qWWNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JmN-NhWx-Mg/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-8122584469159298595</id><published>2011-01-24T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:20:30.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TT2Yoh3Bc9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/66jaT1TekLI/s1600/163050_10150361859520607_623105606_16369070_7262152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TT2Yoh3Bc9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/66jaT1TekLI/s320/163050_10150361859520607_623105606_16369070_7262152_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565772536551142354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most treasured item(s)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-8122584469159298595?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/8122584469159298595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/8122584469159298595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/8122584469159298595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-7.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 7'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TT2Yoh3Bc9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/66jaT1TekLI/s72-c/163050_10150361859520607_623105606_16369070_7262152_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-5380573039318939149</id><published>2011-01-17T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:06:55.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTTmbSXGamI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gpXZp31VznY/s1600/travelchannel_angry_planet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTTmbSXGamI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gpXZp31VznY/s320/travelchannel_angry_planet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563324796168989282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTTmU36XvUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jVWVK2bNzOY/s1600/Angry%2BPlanet%2BLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTTmU36XvUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jVWVK2bNzOY/s320/Angry%2BPlanet%2BLogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563324685989952834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to change places with this guy. This is stormchaser, and host of TV's Angry Planet, George Kourounis. He has been all over the world, he chases storms and tornadoes, explores the Arctic, explores volcanoes and has many other thrilling adventures. I'm sure there is danger involved, But I'd love to go on his adventures for one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-5380573039318939149?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5380573039318939149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5380573039318939149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5380573039318939149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-6.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 6'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTTmbSXGamI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gpXZp31VznY/s72-c/travelchannel_angry_planet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-2747926412982789297</id><published>2011-01-16T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:55:36.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Happiness Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid='clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000' codebase='http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab' height='342' width='301'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.thepoint.com/flash/Widget.swf?1278469253' /&gt;&lt;param name='allowscriptaccess' value='always' /&gt;&lt;param name='allownetworking' value='external' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='campaignId=campaign-0-1592&amp;amp;appUrl=http://www.thepoint.com' /&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars='campaignId=campaign-0-1592&amp;amp;appUrl=http://www.thepoint.com' allownetworking='external' allowscriptaccess='always' height='342' pluginspage='http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer' src='http://www.thepoint.com/flash/Widget.swf?1278469253' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='301'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this while blog hopping. Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/happiness_project/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure 2011 has to be a great year. This might help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2747926412982789297?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2747926412982789297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2747926412982789297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2747926412982789297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_16.html' title='2011 Happiness Challenge'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7575802135907116865</id><published>2011-01-15T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:54:10.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTJdx5vnFoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oYoWXGsc6T4/s1600/IMG_6408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTJdx5vnFoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oYoWXGsc6T4/s320/IMG_6408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562611601651472002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTJdd6Mau-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/xJkg2KOPTDE/s1600/3pum3q5533_39331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTJdd6Mau-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/xJkg2KOPTDE/s320/3pum3q5533_39331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562611258174913506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTJdW1LRe5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Q-SF6C4PSf4/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTJdW1LRe5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Q-SF6C4PSf4/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562611136568851346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite memories, oldest daughter S when she was 10 days old, the first time I met my partner the Lovely C, and youngest daughter T when she was about 20 seconds old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7575802135907116865?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7575802135907116865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7575802135907116865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7575802135907116865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-5.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 5'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTJdx5vnFoI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oYoWXGsc6T4/s72-c/IMG_6408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7544531692448324406</id><published>2011-01-14T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:14:37.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTEDBEpFtDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jFOEionu47U/s1600/IMG_3060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTEDBEpFtDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jFOEionu47U/s320/IMG_3060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562230331740107826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of my night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7544531692448324406?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7544531692448324406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7544531692448324406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7544531692448324406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-4.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 4'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TTEDBEpFtDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jFOEionu47U/s72-c/IMG_3060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-6511422613919652625</id><published>2011-01-13T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:17:54.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3psmama.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i846.photobucket.com/albums/ab22/tarapaige1/cupcake1-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found this blog doing a blog hop (sounds like a new dance). I read a few entries and I like what I found. Check it out if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3psmama.com/"&gt;http://www.3psmama.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-6511422613919652625?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6511422613919652625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6511422613919652625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6511422613919652625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='Blog Hop'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4277389014977850259</id><published>2011-01-13T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:28:23.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TS7_3-1q3aI/AAAAAAAAAXg/p65MIofwbps/s1600/fav%2Btv%2Bshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TS7_3-1q3aI/AAAAAAAAAXg/p65MIofwbps/s320/fav%2Btv%2Bshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561663927075134882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my favourite show of all time is the Carol Burnett show. I used to love this show as a kid, and what cracked me up the most was when one of the star's would start laughing. The show was done live in front of an audience, and I believe it was one of the last great TV shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4277389014977850259?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4277389014977850259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4277389014977850259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4277389014977850259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-3.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 3'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TS7_3-1q3aI/AAAAAAAAAXg/p65MIofwbps/s72-c/fav%2Btv%2Bshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-3503262951397826869</id><published>2011-01-12T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T05:30:02.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TS2sSeodiEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Lhl1-V3ES0c/s1600/day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TS2sSeodiEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Lhl1-V3ES0c/s320/day2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561290548332824642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I've been closest to the longest. My Mom and Dad. I love them so much, they are very special people. They just recently had their 50th anniversary. Tomorrow, the cast of my favourite TV show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-3503262951397826869?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3503262951397826869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3503262951397826869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3503262951397826869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-2.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 2'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TS2sSeodiEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Lhl1-V3ES0c/s72-c/day2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-5094315241374399249</id><published>2011-01-11T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:23:05.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TS0FIG3BR6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xiSzX6EY_iQ/s1600/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TS0FIG3BR6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xiSzX6EY_iQ/s320/me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561106751710906274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea comes from a friend on Facebook, and my partner the Lovely C has taken up this challenge on her &lt;a href="http://fat-angry-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;,  Fat, Angry Blog. Here are the ground rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A picture of yourself and 15 facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A picture of you and the person(s)  you’ve been the closest with the longest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A picture of the cast of your favourite show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A picture of your night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A picture of your favourite memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A picture of a person you’d love to trade places with for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A picture of most treasured item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A picture that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A picture of a person who has gotten you through the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A picture of the person you do the most screwed up things with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A picture of something you hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A picture of something you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A picture of your favourite band or artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A picture of someone who inspires you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A picture of your biggest insecurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A picture of you when you were little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A picture of something you wish you could forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. A picture of something you wish you were better at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A picture of your favourite book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A picture of something you wish you could change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A picture of your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A picture of something that means a lot to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A picture of yourself and a family member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. A picture of something your afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A picture that can always make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A picture of someone you miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also 15 facts about myself, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am 43 years old&lt;br /&gt;2. I have two daughters and 1 stepson&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;4. I was 9lb 1 oz when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;5. I grew up mainly in Scarborough, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;6. Even though I was born in 1967, I wasn't born yet when the Leafs last won a Stanley Cup.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love dogs, but they have to be a certain size.&lt;br /&gt;8. I tolerate cats.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love reading.&lt;br /&gt;10. Currently, my sex drive is in overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;11. My first job was working in bakery.&lt;br /&gt;12. I thought I'd own a house before I was 30.&lt;br /&gt;13. I still don't own a house.&lt;br /&gt;14. I love comics, mainly DC&lt;br /&gt;15. I think Scarface and Goodfellas are two of the best movies ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, a picture of who I've been closest to the longest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-5094315241374399249?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5094315241374399249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5094315241374399249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5094315241374399249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge-day-1.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge - Day 1'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TS0FIG3BR6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xiSzX6EY_iQ/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4662809891370136010</id><published>2011-01-06T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:50:39.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, we did not have a great finish to 2010. While driving home on Dec 30 from dropping off Big Sister S at her mother's house, and a great meal at Mom and Dad's, the Lovely One gets a call on the cell from our friend, H asking if we are ok. "Yeah we're fine" with confusion... "Well I think your house is on fire, there's fire trucks outside your house!" Meanwhile, we are over 2 hours away on the highway.  And Dog and Cat were in the house. Driving home we were both worried as hell, and it was probably the longest two hours of my life. And one of Lovely's blogging pals contacted her. She was worried because her husband was on scene, and she heard on the scanner that the fire was at our house number! It turns out, it was our next door neighbor. Her kitchen was on fire. A fire started in the oven overhead fan, and not her fault at all.  The damage to her kitchen and house was fairly major. Between $60-70,000 was the estimate. Nobody was hurt, our furries are ok, many thanks to H for getting our pets out. Because of the smoke, H had to get an inhaler from her doctor because it affected her breathing. Thank you, H!! But our house smelled awful for the smoke that came in. Needless to say, our house was inhabitable.  It smelled like a big campfire that had plastic bottles tossed on top.  Ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;  Luckily, we have contents insurance.  But "smell smoke damage" is kind of an intangible. There was no VISIBLE smoke damage. But everything just reaked. Our clothes, bedding, the pets, everything. We spent the night at our friend, H's house. And our most excellent friends, K&amp;amp;R volunteered to take Wee Man for a sleepover. We contacted our insurance company and an adjuster was there that night. The restoration company, ServiceMaster provided these huge machines called Air Scrubbers to purify the air. Oy vey!! And they took some emergency laundry for us, but because of the holiday weekend, it wouldn't be ready til Tuesday at the earliest. AAARRRRGGHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;So, off to a hotel for who knows how long. Actually, it was sort of relaxing, once we were calmed down. Lovely and I relaxed and had a quiet New Year's Eve, which we celebrated *wink*. And the hotel served an excellent breakfast every morning. Wee Man had two more sleepovers (thanks K&amp;amp;R!!), S&amp;amp;J graciously lent us their laptop because we were bored of TV. The king sized bed was SUPER comfortable with awesome pillows. But the strange surroundings messed with Wee Girl's schedule and such. So we didn't get alot of sleep. So, $600 later for the hotel bill, right after Christmas, plus still having to pay our regular rent for January, the cost of eating out for lunch and dinner for 4 days, and throwing out about $150 worth of food when we finally got home, and gas back and forth from the hotel ($50)....+ + +&lt;br /&gt;We're not sure what insurance is going to cover, but everyone is ok, and I guess we are going to have to absorb the costs. Our deductable is $1000, but even with everything, our losses may not total that amount.  But at least it happened in 2010. And my wonderful  partner, handled everything incredible, despite her anxiety and panic issues. She is the best. I can't believe she handled it so well. And we also found out what awesome friends we have!! We are slowly getting back to normal routine and we are very happy to be home. We are both feeling good and optimistic for 2011.  Lovely was pretty bummed out because she is working hard to lose weight, and she gained a few pounds back during our hotel stay. But it was because of extraordinary circumstances, and now she is back on track, and happy. I'm happy we are back, and I'm pretty excited to see what 2011 brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4662809891370136010?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4662809891370136010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4662809891370136010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4662809891370136010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1895796973138799189</id><published>2010-12-20T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:53:36.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TQ_sCprdF5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/zfkXqdR6hHA/s1600/honest_scrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TQ_sCprdF5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/zfkXqdR6hHA/s320/honest_scrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552916395863119762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when the Lovely One actually vacates the computer chair I look at different blogs.  Ones she follows or our friends follow and &lt;a href="http://thewomaninsideme.blogspot.com/2010/12/awards-saturday-thoughts.html"&gt;I saw this Honest Scrap award and the person posted that they weren't going to give it out but invited people to give it out to other bloggers instead&lt;/a&gt;. If you read &lt;a href="http://fat-angry-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fat, Angry Blog&lt;/a&gt; you will know that FAB is very honest so I am going to give this award to her and ask her to post 10 honest things about herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1895796973138799189?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1895796973138799189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/12/reading-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1895796973138799189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1895796973138799189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/12/reading-blogs.html' title='Reading blogs'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TQ_sCprdF5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/zfkXqdR6hHA/s72-c/honest_scrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-810031663346586350</id><published>2010-12-02T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:28:13.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Advice</title><content type='html'>Since we have had snow here in Waterloo for a few days, it won't be long until we can tobaggen!!! YAY!! This should be Canada's Official Sport. I love it. And the two oldest nose-miners in my house, love it as well. So I thought some winter safety tips would be appropriate. What better person to give us some tips than one of the Greatest Canadians ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwpGXfHmY-A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwpGXfHmY-A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-810031663346586350?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/810031663346586350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-advice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/810031663346586350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/810031663346586350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-advice.html' title='Winter Advice'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-994213285225733787</id><published>2010-11-28T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:04:47.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eventful weekend in Waterloo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TPK9CFO5TpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/luj3CaMKOWM/s1600/wee%2Bgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TPK9CFO5TpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/luj3CaMKOWM/s320/wee%2Bgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544701934708543122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we had Sister S and Saturday we had the chance to meet 2 of our Olympic Champions. So I loaded up the two older kids for the short drive to the new bank opening were the ladies were appearing. Cheryl Pounder and Becky Kellar of the Canadian Women's hockey team. They were very friendly and nice, and the Terror Twins were excited to meet the Olympians. They both received autographed hockey pucks. And we also had our first significant snowfall here in the 'Loo. We dressed up wee girl and took her out to see her first snow. She wasn't too impressed. Neither am I, the snow is still around on Sunday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TPK7IUL5uwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Cb-pfgm1AyY/s1600/medal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TPK7IUL5uwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Cb-pfgm1AyY/s320/medal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544699842778479362" 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/6195771198079462485-994213285225733787?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/994213285225733787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/11/eventful-weekend-in-waterloo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/994213285225733787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/994213285225733787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/11/eventful-weekend-in-waterloo.html' title='An eventful weekend in Waterloo'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TPK9CFO5TpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/luj3CaMKOWM/s72-c/wee%2Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-2658571946063475467</id><published>2010-11-19T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:02:54.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog hops'/><title type='text'>My first blog hop</title><content type='html'>Never joined one of these before.  Let's see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=57437" type="text/javascript" &gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2658571946063475467?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2658571946063475467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-first-blog-hop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2658571946063475467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2658571946063475467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-first-blog-hop.html' title='My first blog hop'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1854596015336286006</id><published>2010-10-14T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T06:29:37.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Hines</title><content type='html'>An artist that I really like is Justin Hines. If you have never heard of him, here's a little bit of info on him. He is a Canadian singer-songwriter born in Newmarket, Ontario. He was born with a rare genetic disease called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larsen_syndrome"&gt;Larsen's Syndrome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, he is confined to a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;His interest in music started at an early age. Justin's first taste of success came at the age of 14 when he won a national contest against hundreds of others, and his first performance was in front of 17,000 people at a Toronto Raptors game. He has since released 3 albums, including a Christmas album, and his most recent, Chasing Silver was released in 2009. He has also founded the &lt;a href="http://www.justinhines.org/"&gt;Justin Hines Foundation&lt;/a&gt;, which helps people with disabilities. Here's one of the songs from his most recent album &lt;a href="http://www.justinhines.com/"&gt;"Chasing Silver"&lt;/a&gt;, Courage (Come Out to Play). I hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PwoUM8ETFfk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PwoUM8ETFfk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1854596015336286006?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1854596015336286006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/10/justin-hines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1854596015336286006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1854596015336286006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/10/justin-hines.html' title='Justin Hines'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-895296116570307892</id><published>2010-09-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:48:50.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yabba Dabba Doo!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 50th Anniversary of The Flintstones(!!). Yes, really!! It was originally an adult cartoon (not that kind), which evolved into a children's show. Many people feel that the show was just a thinly veiled, animated version of The Honeymooners. In any case, I always got a big kick out of the show and their use of stone-age technology. An elephant dishwasher, a bird as a record player etc. I've included here probably the most politically incorrect cartoon clip ever and also one of my favourite musical moments.Here's to 50 more years of Flintstones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAExoSozc2c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAExoSozc2c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-l1n_xNL9CI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-l1n_xNL9CI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-895296116570307892?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/895296116570307892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/09/yabba-dabba-doo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/895296116570307892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/895296116570307892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/09/yabba-dabba-doo.html' title='Yabba Dabba Doo!!'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-6477420928847193873</id><published>2010-09-24T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T06:33:29.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Girl is 6 months old today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TJyopDEHJ8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/pUckzDYMyiI/s1600/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TJyopDEHJ8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/pUckzDYMyiI/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520472666400040898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-6477420928847193873?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6477420928847193873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-little-girl-is-6-months-old-today.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6477420928847193873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6477420928847193873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-little-girl-is-6-months-old-today.html' title='My Little Girl is 6 months old today!!'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TJyopDEHJ8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/pUckzDYMyiI/s72-c/IMG_0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7974847246512729571</id><published>2010-07-18T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:19:30.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiram Bullock (September 11, 1955 – July 25, 2008)</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today, we lost a fantastic guitar player and musician, Hiram Bullock. While you may not recognize his name, you have heard his playing. He was born in Osaka, Japan to African American parents who were serving in the US Military.&lt;br /&gt;Hiram Bullock studied at the University of Miami music college, meeting guitarist Pat Metheny, and bass-players Jaco Pastorius and Will Lee. He paid his way at university by playing nightclub gigs in Florida, before moving to New York. He became best known for playing with David Letterman's band on TV, and touring and recording with David Sanborn. As well, his playing can be heard on Steely Dan's Gaucho (1980), Paul Simon's One Trick Pony (1980), Sting's Nothing Like the Sun (1987) (solo on the cover of Jimi Hendrix's Little Wing) and Billy Joel's The Stranger (1977).&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 Bullock was diagnosed with throat cancer, but responded well to treatment and began touring again. However, longer-term problems related to substance abuse culminated in his death on July 25, 2008. He was honored by David Letterman on his show. Here are two great videos of him. Enjoy. RIP Hiram, hope you're jamming with Stevie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUiwAGTDxvA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUiwAGTDxvA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7CUuWgZdh4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7CUuWgZdh4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7974847246512729571?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7974847246512729571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiram-bullock-september-11-1955-july-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7974847246512729571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7974847246512729571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiram-bullock-september-11-1955-july-25.html' title='Hiram Bullock (September 11, 1955 – July 25, 2008)'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7518595823531772992</id><published>2010-07-13T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:49:40.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Aid at 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TDy7W3NlnxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lomIycujwKw/s1600/live+aid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TDy7W3NlnxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lomIycujwKw/s320/live+aid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493471646937620242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 25th anniversary of Live Aid. Can you believe it? It doesn't seem that long ago. What a faboulous concert it was. It was a once in a lifetime event, and I don't think anyone could pull it off in this day and age. Do you remember that Phil Collins played at both locations, London and Philadelphia? It wouldn't be possible now, because he travelled on the Concorde, which is now out of service. Live Aid certainly raised awareness of famine in Africa, and set the stage for later multi-superstar concerts such as Amnesty International. Here are a few of my favourite performances from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHnXOSxka1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHnXOSxka1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wdpVpscuKFg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wdpVpscuKFg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VIKPyQvihs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VIKPyQvihs&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7518595823531772992?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7518595823531772992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/07/live-aid-at-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7518595823531772992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7518595823531772992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/07/live-aid-at-25.html' title='Live Aid at 25'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TDy7W3NlnxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lomIycujwKw/s72-c/live+aid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4287979958587621048</id><published>2010-05-30T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:31:46.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of the Beige Corolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TAMQB2W3F8I/AAAAAAAAAVU/pIPLO9EVqFM/s1600/1998_corolla_beige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TAMQB2W3F8I/AAAAAAAAAVU/pIPLO9EVqFM/s200/1998_corolla_beige.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477239195769968578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate these things!! Whenever I see someone driving one of these cars, I try and avoid them. It always seems they are driving too slow, hogging the left on the highway, or the person is driving like an idiot. There is something about these cars, that make people lose all common sense. These cars have to be the most boring things on the planet. Maybe it's boring, un-interesting people who are driving them. I don't understand what it is about these machines that turns anyone who drives them into brain-dead zombies. I wish all these cars could be gathered up and put into the crusher, it would make the world a better place to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4287979958587621048?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4287979958587621048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/05/beware-of-beige-corolla.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4287979958587621048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4287979958587621048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/05/beware-of-beige-corolla.html' title='Beware of the Beige Corolla'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/TAMQB2W3F8I/AAAAAAAAAVU/pIPLO9EVqFM/s72-c/1998_corolla_beige.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4732536332855555684</id><published>2010-05-23T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:29:21.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes You Gotta Say....WTF??!!</title><content type='html'>Grr....after having a couple of rough days with a 7 year old with attitude, sometimes you have to find things to make you laugh. Our friend Heather showed this to me. So, when things get rough, and too much to bear keep this phrase in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S_mP_KmGaTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7t4QtiUr9c0/s1600/huge+manatee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S_mP_KmGaTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7t4QtiUr9c0/s200/huge+manatee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474565137384237362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4732536332855555684?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4732536332855555684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-you-gotta-saywtf.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4732536332855555684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4732536332855555684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-you-gotta-saywtf.html' title='Sometimes You Gotta Say....WTF??!!'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S_mP_KmGaTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7t4QtiUr9c0/s72-c/huge+manatee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-3711058372707647889</id><published>2010-05-02T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:38:40.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin Out on Sesame Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ul7X5js1vE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ul7X5js1vE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching this when I was a kid. There's nobody funkier than Stevie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-3711058372707647889?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3711058372707647889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/05/rockin-out-on-sesame-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3711058372707647889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3711058372707647889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/05/rockin-out-on-sesame-street.html' title='Rockin Out on Sesame Street'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7432395264509783106</id><published>2010-04-29T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:05:06.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiCRZLr9oRw&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiCRZLr9oRw&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7432395264509783106?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7432395264509783106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-give-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7432395264509783106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7432395264509783106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-give-up.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4830985358303309591</id><published>2010-04-23T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:51:40.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite Popular Opinion...I'm Not a Fuck-Up</title><content type='html'>I know people don't really think this way of me.. but sometimes I wonder. I have basically felt this way most of my life. That I was underachieving. I can look back at all the different points in my life, especially all through school and see it right away. All my report cards said the same thing. "Could do better" and "If he applied himself". It was a toss up between if I was lazy or just not trying. I frustrated my parents endlessly with homework and assignments, because they knew I was smart. I have no problem remembering things that seem trivial ( to some people). Stuff about movies, tv shows, baseball statistics, comics, antique cars.&lt;br /&gt;Focusing on the task at hand has always seemed to be a problem for me. Much of my working life has been the same. I have always managed to hold down a job for the most part. But I have never really been successful, or progressed into management. And overall, the jobs I've had, have been boring, uninteresting and unfulfilling. For years, I have struggled to figure out where my interests lie, and to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. At my current job, I come home hating it. But I'm thankful I made it through anotehr day without flipping out or getting fired or any major mishaps. I find I have to psych myself up in the morning, and for a few minutes in the car before 8am. Often during the day, I have feelings of anxiety and being overwhelmed, and that I can't do this job. This, has many times led into depression, feeling like a failure and low self-esteem. The only thing  I feel that I'm good at, is being a father. Even then there has been some major issues.&lt;br /&gt;   I have really been having a hard time dealing with this lately. After much debate with the Lovely One, and some online tests, she has made me realize that I probably have undiagnosed adult ADHD. It only took her three years to do this. I realize that online tests don't really make anything official, but going over everything and the various answers, I can see my whole life in the test results. It really explained a lot, and I feel better knowing there is a cause for what has been happening for my whole life. And I have started reading information on line and I attended my first support group meeting last week.The group is mainly for parents with ADHD children (our daughter Rhyme Girl), but there is also some overlap with the group. Several adults there have found out they have ADHD that hadn't been diagnosed until later in life. And also a few parents have children with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) like our son, Little Man. What really amazed me was that, all these other parents were exactly the same as me, facing the same issues and problems. And the fact that I wasn't alone. I'm not sure how I am going to move on from here, but hopefully this can bring some more understanding about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4830985358303309591?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4830985358303309591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/04/despite-popular-opinionim-not-fuck-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4830985358303309591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4830985358303309591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/04/despite-popular-opinionim-not-fuck-up.html' title='Despite Popular Opinion...I&apos;m Not a Fuck-Up'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-2495418345467731927</id><published>2010-04-08T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:21:11.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here...</title><content type='html'>Just to let everyone know, I haven't fallen of the planet. Between the new baby(as opposed to an OLD baby, jeez...sometimes I'm such a moron), trying to figure out a new schedule, getting in a quick nap whenever we can, and my cat Josie passing away, there hasn't been much time for anything. I have been surfing around, just catching up on blogs, and not really doing anything where I have to concentrate and think too much.I was amazed to find out today was Thursday. I think I got Cara's pregnancy brain. Anyway, I'll be putting up some more baby pictures soon, and writing about the new adventures of parenthood. Till then...adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2495418345467731927?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2495418345467731927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2495418345467731927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2495418345467731927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-here.html' title='Still Here...'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-3177221201168704062</id><published>2010-03-31T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:03:37.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Josie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S7QNAkGbG2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/l-DcV8sv65Y/s1600/josie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S7QNAkGbG2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/l-DcV8sv65Y/s200/josie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454999351994293090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S7QMoAyOf-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/tewoMMHgszw/s1600/9423_31josie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S7QMoAyOf-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/tewoMMHgszw/s200/9423_31josie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454998930197479394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat Josie died tonight in my arms. She was old and smelly, but I loved her a great deal. I noticed she had been acting weird the last few days, all of a sudden she just went downhill really, really fast. I think she was about 16. I loved the way whenever I lay down on the couch with a blanket on, she would jump up and cuddle with me. I usually ended up falling asleep with her lying on me, so we ended up calling her "Nap Cat". When she was younger I used to roll up little balls of tin foil and she would chase after them when I threw them. And whenever we had fish or chicken for dinner, or open up a can of tuna, she would sit and meow until she got some. She loved tuna juice. She was quite a character, my old Josers. Even though I realized her days were numbered, I didn't think she would fail so fast. I'm going to miss my smelly old Josers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-3177221201168704062?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3177221201168704062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-josie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3177221201168704062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3177221201168704062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-josie.html' title='RIP Josie'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S7QNAkGbG2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/l-DcV8sv65Y/s72-c/josie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-49816897636668625</id><published>2010-03-26T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:24:53.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S60mGxFKozI/AAAAAAAAAU0/oO9GHeoV5nA/s1600/baby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S60mGxFKozI/AAAAAAAAAU0/oO9GHeoV5nA/s200/baby3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453056621511615282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S60lf1odBfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/o5KFOujw3WY/s1600/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S60lf1odBfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/o5KFOujw3WY/s200/baby2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453055952718464498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S60lZHwsnjI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Y1Hj95WpKIM/s1600/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S60lZHwsnjI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Y1Hj95WpKIM/s200/baby1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453055837325794866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can describe the feeling of seeing a child born. I didn't get to see my first child Sarah, being born 10 years ago. I saw her when she was about 20 minutes old. This time I wasn't going to miss out. What a thrill it was! Our new little baby Talia, was healthy and pink and 7lbs 9 oz. What a beautiful little girl. I can't write too much more right now, because I'm starting to get a bit emotional and my thoughts are getting frazzled. But here a few pictures taken by our friend Heather. Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-49816897636668625?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/49816897636668625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/49816897636668625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/49816897636668625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title='WOW!!!'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S60mGxFKozI/AAAAAAAAAU0/oO9GHeoV5nA/s72-c/baby3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4390941920114992059</id><published>2010-03-24T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:45:26.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S6q6hCcP5FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8NVE220QjsI/s1600/mom+and+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S6q6hCcP5FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8NVE220QjsI/s200/mom+and+baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452375375639209042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little lamb, 7lbs 9oz born 3:35pm Wednesday March 24 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and baby girl are doing excellent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4390941920114992059?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4390941920114992059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-who.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4390941920114992059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4390941920114992059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who?'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S6q6hCcP5FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8NVE220QjsI/s72-c/mom+and+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-5413635188363500853</id><published>2010-03-12T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:05:53.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday James Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-T35WXFOmwI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-T35WXFOmwI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEkewW3tgxY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEkewW3tgxY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-5413635188363500853?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5413635188363500853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-james-taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5413635188363500853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5413635188363500853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-james-taylor.html' title='Happy Birthday James Taylor'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1630912679265886309</id><published>2010-03-06T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:03:26.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>1. PICK OUT A SCAR YOU HAVE, AND EXPLAIN HOW YOU GOT IT?&lt;br /&gt;On my forehead. Fell out of our tent camper when I was about two. Hit my head on one of those old metal Coleman coolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;  A Sailor Moon print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.WHAT DOES YOUR PHONE LOOK LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;Classic Rock, Blues, whatever I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE?&lt;br /&gt;Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;To be happy and at peace with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.DO YOU BELIEVE IN GAY MARRIAGE?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.WHAT TIME WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;9:58 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL TOGETHER?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;Same stuff as in high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Myself, talking about my daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Brown hair, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU LIKE PAINKILLERS?&lt;br /&gt;Don't use them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FAVE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;Double cheese, double pepperoni, Italian sausage and bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Double Quarter Pounder with cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;br /&gt;Cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.WHAT WAS THE LAST GIFT SOMEONE GAVE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah drew a picture for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Our little support group, and my pal Barry from High school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?&lt;br /&gt;2010 Camaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE AFTER-LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MARRIAGE?&lt;br /&gt;Great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Tell them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Say a number from 1-100.&lt;br /&gt;85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. BLONDE OR BRUNETTE?&lt;br /&gt;Brunette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Someone not listening to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE U.K.?&lt;br /&gt;I live in Canada, have visited the UK, and came home. So, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. YOUR WEAKNESS?&lt;br /&gt;Poor self-confidence, bad temper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT WAS THE LAST GIFT YOU GAVE?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVOURITE HOLIDAY?&lt;br /&gt;England, followed by Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE THIS?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;My sense of humour, my coolness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't bother me too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Chapters gift cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?&lt;br /&gt;The middle one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Black boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;It's OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE VEGETABLE?&lt;br /&gt;Corn or potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;Scratching my psoriasis when I'm nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?&lt;br /&gt;Cara would say Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;To a point, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE YOUR ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;Yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad's, certain friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?&lt;br /&gt;Had a few cuddly toys when I was small/Hot Wheels,Matchbox cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. ARE YOU AFRAID OF GROWING UP?&lt;br /&gt;Some would say yes. I tend to agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;Totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;Lapsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. DOES 11:11 MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. WHAT IS THE MOST PAIN YOU HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED?&lt;br /&gt;Being cheated on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. LAST THING YOU SPILLED?&lt;br /&gt;Too many to list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?&lt;br /&gt;2 cats 1 dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. WHAT IS THE LAST FURRY THING YOU TOUCHED?&lt;br /&gt;the dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?&lt;br /&gt;Blue, Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. WHAT'S THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading The Testament by John Grisham and Roadshow by Neil Peart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM VACATION?&lt;br /&gt;Scotland/Ireland, Spring Training in Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU ATE/DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;Delissio Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. WHATS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ON THE SAME SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVOURITE THING TO HATE&lt;br /&gt;Dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVOURITE ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;br /&gt;Libra, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;Watching- Baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Brown (although some people think it's black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. TALL OR SMALL?&lt;br /&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;1 sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;No way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;The old Spiderman animated series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Neither -- AUTUMN!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Same answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. BIGGEST FEAR(S)?&lt;br /&gt;My parents passing away, my children dying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1630912679265886309?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1630912679265886309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/99-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1630912679265886309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1630912679265886309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/03/99-things-about-me.html' title='99 Things About Me'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7122411986542326014</id><published>2010-03-04T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:14:20.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in Music...Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Chris Rea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/26iubAguHu0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/26iubAguHu0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HH85zttgbGg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HH85zttgbGg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7122411986542326014?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7122411986542326014/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-2647763269331656099</id><published>2010-02-25T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:33:38.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were.....</title><content type='html'>From Barry's Life in Quotations and Melanie's Randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a month, I’d be October.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a day of the week, I’d be Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a time of day, I’d be 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a planet, I’d be Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sea animal, I’d be a Shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction, I’d be Northwest.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be the couch at the curb on garbage day&lt;br /&gt;If I were a liquid, I’d be Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a gemstone, I’d be a Sapphire.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tree, I’d be an Evergreen  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tool(some people think I am a tool).&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower, I’d be tigerlilly.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a warm day in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a Fender Strat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a color, I’d be Green.&lt;br /&gt;If I were an emotion, I’d be melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a fruit, I’d be a pomagranite.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sound, I’d be a drum solo.&lt;br /&gt;If I were an element, I’d be potassium(I don't get that either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a car, I’d be a beige 4dr sedan.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a food, I’d be fries and gravy.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a place, I’d be Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a material, I’d be polyester.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a taste, I’d be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent, I’d be Old Spice.&lt;br /&gt;If I were an object, I’d be a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a body part, I’d be your voice.(I know, not a body part)&lt;br /&gt;If I were a facial expression, I’d be a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a song, I’d be "Soul City" by the Partland Brothers(Awesome song.)&lt;br /&gt;If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be a pair of comfortable,slightly worn out runners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2647763269331656099?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2647763269331656099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/02/stolen-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2647763269331656099'/><link rel='self' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xaTOMsrVg5s&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xaTOMsrVg5s&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 years ago on February 3, 1959. The Day the Music Died. Buddy was offered the Winter Dance Party by the GAC agency, a three-week tour across the Midwest opening on January 23, 1959, with other notable performers such as Dion and the Belmonts, Ritchie Valens, and J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson. The tour was a disaster for the musicains, who had to endure long overnight bus rides and freezing temperatures, and a broken heater on the bus. After a performance at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa, Buddy decided to charter a plane to fly to their next destination. The Big Bopper (JP Richardson) pleaded with another artist on the tour, Waylon Jennings, for his seat on the plane because he was suffering from the flu, and Ritchie Valens won a coin toss over Crickets' member Tommy Allsup. The plane flew into a blinding snowstorm and soon thereaftrer, crashed. All three musicians were early pioneers in Rock and Roll and also major influences on rock music as we know it today. Buddy Holly has been described as "the single most influential creative force in early rock and roll." He was one of the first artists to write, produce and perform his own songs. I wish these artists survived their ordeal because I believe they had much more music to give us, and their stay on this Earth was definitely too short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2932157579413110372?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2932157579413110372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/02/remembering-buddy-hollyet-al.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2932157579413110372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2932157579413110372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/02/remembering-buddy-hollyet-al.html' title='Remembering Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-2139597680628237595</id><published>2010-01-25T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:48:04.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So far, I feel really good with my life. I think, somehow I might have found some semblance of peace within myself. It has been something that has been missing for a whole lot of years. I think it might be a combination of finding a job I'm satisfied with, being secure in my relationship, a new baby on the way, renewing old friendships, and saying goodbye to a horrible decade. I haven't figured everything out yet that I want to. I still have many questions about myself, the way things are, what happens next, as well as questions about my beliefs about faith and religion. I have really tried to work on myself, and to be a better person and to control my anger and feelings. Something which really affected me, was a point made by my partner, the Lovely C.  Our 3 year anniversary is tomorrow and she said she loved me more now than she did 3 years ago, mainly for the fact for how much I have been trying to change and grow. I'm still very much on the journey of trying to figure out who I am, but I think I might be one step closer to an answer, maybe someday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6pODq8_FxE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6pODq8_FxE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2139597680628237595?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2139597680628237595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/01/someday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2139597680628237595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2139597680628237595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/01/someday.html' title='Someday....'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1239910851791048904</id><published>2010-01-21T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:00:03.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Carpet Here I Come.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S1kPsFxd-tI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bkyOXamdx7o/s1600-h/happy+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S1kPsFxd-tI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bkyOXamdx7o/s200/happy+award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429388075910167250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhhhh!!!! I have so many people to thank. First I want to thank G..sorry, not going there. I have have been awarded my first award from my long-time friend Sandy of "Getting fit and Loving It"&lt;a href="http://gettingfitandlovingit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rules of the award are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. List 10 things that make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. List 10 bloggers that brighten your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Things That Make Me Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Cara&lt;br /&gt;A phone call from my daughter&lt;br /&gt;Little Man&lt;br /&gt;Being employed&lt;br /&gt;Having a home&lt;br /&gt;Great music&lt;br /&gt;Great books&lt;br /&gt;Loving friends&lt;br /&gt;Blogging Buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for 10 Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://synchronistic-catalyst.blogspot.com/"&gt;The thoughts and prose of a Synchronistic Catalyst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnant-at-36.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pregnant at 36--Surprise &lt;/a&gt;(Both written by my incredible partner, Cara-Mae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://melaniesrandomness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie's Randomness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenniferfabulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;I Know, Right?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life In Quotations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gettingfitandlovingit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Getting Fit and Loving It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://canadiantunes.blogspot.com/"&gt;They're Canadian, Eh! &lt;/a&gt;(shameless plug for my other blog, but it makes me happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://papashane.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Life Apart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wineonlips.com/"&gt;Language Is Wine Upon the Lips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://introspective-versification.blogspot.com/"&gt;Introspective Versification&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the blogs I check out the most to cheer me up. Hope you enjoy them too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1239910851791048904?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1239910851791048904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/01/red-carpet-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1239910851791048904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1239910851791048904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/01/red-carpet-here-i-come.html' title='Red Carpet Here I Come.....'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/S1kPsFxd-tI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bkyOXamdx7o/s72-c/happy+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1887261345239819031</id><published>2010-01-13T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:01:37.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff about Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I've totally stolen this from my pal Barry's blog &lt;a href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Life in Quotations"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Only because I can't think of anything original right now, but I'm sure my mental block will soon pass. So without any further ado, here are 35 Q &amp;amp; A's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1. Where is your cell phone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Beside my wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. Your hair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Messy, in need of a hair cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3. Your mother?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A fighter and survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4. Your father? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Caring (despite what other family members think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5. Your favorite food? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;6. Your dream last night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;7. Your favorite drink? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;8. Your dream/goal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;9. What room are you in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;10. Your hobby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Collecting autographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;11. Your fear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Retired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;13. Where were you last night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; 14. Something you aren't? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Self-confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;15. Muffins? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;16. Wish list item? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;New car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;17. Where did you grow up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Deepest Scarberia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Scarborough, Ontario)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;18. Last thing you did? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;19. What are you wearing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Work clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;20. Your TV? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;27"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;21. Your pets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cats and Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;22. Your friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;23. Your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;24. Your mood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;25. Missing someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;26. Vehicle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Buick Century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;27. Something you're not wearing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;28. Your favorite store? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Chapters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;29. Your favorite color? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Blue and Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Last Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;31. Last time you cried? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A while ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;32. Your best friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cara(my love), Barry and Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;33. One place that I go over and over? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;34. One person who emails me regularly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Barry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;35. Favorite place to eat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1887261345239819031?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1887261345239819031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/01/stuff-about-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1887261345239819031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1887261345239819031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2010/01/stuff-about-me.html' title='Stuff about Me...'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4732196525147736347</id><published>2009-12-31T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:39:45.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y2K? Y2 Lame...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you remember what you were doing 10 years ago? Remember all the hype? All the planes were going to fall out of the sky, there was going to be blackouts, people were buying bottled water like crazy,we were all going to be stranded in elevators and everyone's computer was going to crash. Well, many us our still here and nothing happened because of Y2K. By the way, what was so hard about saying 2000 instead of Y2K? Another dumb abbreviation. Alas, like my friend Sandy, I digress. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 9/11 attack, people in New York and other major cities were afraid to go to the movies, go shopping, ride public transit, and even to step across their front door. While we did have a major blackout, and the attacks gave more people reason to be afraid, most of the fears were unfounded. It seems like every few years, the media finds some new thing to over hype, and to install what I call a controlled panic, in everyone. About 5 years ago it was SARS. This year it was H1N1. And also this year, although I'm sure it will increase as the time draws nearer, is the 2012 conspiracy. This is when the world is supposed to end, boys and girls. The end of the Mayan calender. Doom and Gloom. Death and Destruction. The End of Everything. The Boogie Man is coming. Hubba hubba hubba, who can you trust?&lt;br /&gt;Yourself and your loved ones. Make up your own mind when you are observing the news. Believe in yourself and your own instincts. Don't believe everything you hear. All this crap brings negativity into your life and makes you stress out and worry for no reason. Believe in yourself, your family and friends and in love. We will all still be here enjoying our lives, despite the hype. And with that, here's a couple of great songs that make me feel good, and it's what life should be all about. I want to wish everyone a safe, happy and loving New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dlc6nuQgHJM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dlc6nuQgHJM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cp8QP8jzzGQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cp8QP8jzzGQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4732196525147736347?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4732196525147736347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/y2k-y2-lame.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4732196525147736347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4732196525147736347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/y2k-y2-lame.html' title='Y2K? Y2 Lame...'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-6172527707079714559</id><published>2009-12-19T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:29:50.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here is a great clip of a great band. The Arrows featuring the late, great Earl Seymour on sax. He was an amazing musician, and I had the pleasure of seeing him play back in the late '80's or early '90's. Can't remember when, but I do remember the show. Lido's down in Toronto's Beaches district. Earl played with many local bands like The Kings, Glass Tiger, Red Rider, Holly Cole, Teenage Head to name a few. And he also played with Blood,Sweat and Tears, as well as a great local band called "The Men from UNCLE".  RIP Earl. I wish I could see you play again. This one's for you B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eiHvYpr8Vk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eiHvYpr8Vk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="lhnxapyqmioktjfslfag" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eiHvYpr8Vk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="lhnxapyqmioktjfslfag" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eiHvYpr8Vk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-6172527707079714559?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6172527707079714559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-memories.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6172527707079714559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6172527707079714559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-memories.html' title='Some Memories'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1919812405110067065</id><published>2009-12-06T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:45:26.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independance Day</title><content type='html'>Often we have things bothering us.  A bad relationship, a crummy job, no direction in your life or a boatload of other problems. The key to making a change is to recognize something that is not working in your life and to try and make it better. This takes a lot of soul searching and many times, it is a very hard decision to make. This is a concept I have been thinking about for the last couple of years or so. It is all about achieving your Independance Day. Once you have figured out the problem in your life, and are ready to move on, that is your Independance Day. This can happen at various points in our life. You could have lots of Independance Days or just one. Mine happens to be January 26, 2007. January 26, 2007 happens to be the day I met my soul mate and started my new life. This is the life that I and my partner deserved and wanted for a long time. There are also lots of small ones along the way as well. But your Independance Day doesn't have to be a major event. Whether it is getting fit, losing weight, quittting smoking, changing your job, ending or starting a relationship, or changing a life situation, acheiving your Independance Day(s) is something worth striving for and accomplishing. Plus it makes you feel good. Speaking of which, here is a great video that makes me feel good, it just happens to be Martina McBride's song "Independance Day". She is singing a duet with my favorite female singer Pat Benatar. Just listen to Pat belt out the chorus. What an awesome singer she is. Enjoy everyone and here is to your Independance Day. Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zbv5iJEDzN8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zbv5iJEDzN8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1919812405110067065?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1919812405110067065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/independance-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1919812405110067065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1919812405110067065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/independance-day.html' title='Independance Day'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-825028017030118382</id><published>2009-12-02T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:58:06.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SxcwJsjgMBI/AAAAAAAAATk/NmrinyRfrx8/s1600-h/IMG_6023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SxcwJsjgMBI/AAAAAAAAATk/NmrinyRfrx8/s200/IMG_6023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410846420445966354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most times when something is not right in our lives, Change is good. If it is your attitude, your job, your living situation, feeling negative about yourself, then you have to recognize what is not working for you and make that your goal. If it is a bad habit, then do something new long enough to become a new habit. The steps to bring about a change in your life are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self Recognition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Realization of Self Worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A good self-image, or wanting a good self-image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look in the mirror realistically (looking at yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reframing your priorities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recognizing warning signs/patterns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hard work and effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Insight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanting to change, not doing it because someone told you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It also starts with how we look at things and how we phrase things. Instead of saying "I hate when you do that" try to make it positive and constructive instead of argumentative. Try something like "It really makes me angry when you do that and this is why I feel this way". Maybe in not so many words, but you get the general idea. It is ok to be angry. It is a normal, healthy emotion just like being happy or sad. The trick is to realize what's coming and recognize the warning signs. Our bodies actually go through physical changes when anger is upon us. Blood pressure rises, we get short of breath, our voices rise, some people shake or cry. The anger inside of you is like a volcano getting ready to erupt. When you can realize what is happening then you can change your reaction and use your emotions constructively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Communication with yourself and with others is also the key to change and improving your life. Sometimes it takes some pressure and suggestions from the main people in our lives. Sometimes it takes an ultimatum. Or an introspective look at ourselves and to realize things are not working in our lives. If you want to change bad enough, be positive, stay tough on yourself, persevere and work hard. The good things you are striving for will come into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-825028017030118382?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/825028017030118382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/change.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/825028017030118382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/825028017030118382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/12/change.html' title='Change....'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SxcwJsjgMBI/AAAAAAAAATk/NmrinyRfrx8/s72-c/IMG_6023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1046598006958692034</id><published>2009-11-30T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:58:40.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SxR22kOLOnI/AAAAAAAAATc/hWt7EEPHavc/s1600/head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SxR22kOLOnI/AAAAAAAAATc/hWt7EEPHavc/s200/head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410079732186954354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Some people just shouldn't be on this planet. A certain person that I am forced to deal with on a daily basis, still irritates me to no end. This person happens to be my child's mother. She always is complaining and bitching about something. This past weekend, my child was here. Usually I call every night when my child is at their mother's house. And my ex phones here. Because it is long distance and we were visiting friends on Saturday, I texted her that we were out, and my child could text her to say goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    I don't like using my cell for long distance, and I wasn't going to impose on my friends by borrowing their phone. Beside's if my ex has call display, I don't want her having my friends phone number. She texted me back saying it wasn't her problem that I didn't want to call long distance and that it was too much money on my cell, she should be able to speak to my child. What she so stupidly forgotten was that her phone was cutoff for about 2 months, and the only way I could contact my child was once a week, by prior arrangement. I never bitched about it. Although I hated it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     Also this past weekend, I paid my monthly child support. Personally, I think it is bingo and cigarette support. Since I have been out of work for awhile, I was paying it in 2 installments. And that was fine. Yes, even though I was unemployed, I went through all the crappy court paperwork, to have my child support lowered, and I still observed my responsibilities. For the month of December, I paid it in one payment, with Christmas coming, plus the second cheque would have been dated around Dec 25 or so, and I didn't want her complaining about not being able to cash the second cheque until around New Year's. Plus, I also got texted, "Make sure I get my money on Sunday". Excuse me, it's my child's money. Well, it's to be used on her. You get the idea. So what did I get tonight when I phoned? In a bitchy voice, "Why did you change the child support?" Holy crap! Jeez, you're welcome for getting the money all at once this time. Maybe you can use a portion of it to buy my child some decent Christmas presents instead of going to the Dollar Store. You know, it's no wonder I have been going to Anger Management. I don't like wishing bad things on anyone, especially this time of year. But honest to God, sometimes I pray for a runaway bus. I just hope Karma is keeping watch on this situation. What goes around comes around..........I hope. Now, I have to go blog something positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1046598006958692034?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1046598006958692034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/grrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1046598006958692034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1046598006958692034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/grrr.html' title='Grrr......'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SxR22kOLOnI/AAAAAAAAATc/hWt7EEPHavc/s72-c/head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-5647715613117456135</id><published>2009-11-26T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:43:51.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sw8gLgLSwDI/AAAAAAAAATU/urPQPhBAQlM/s1600/thanksgivingicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sw8gLgLSwDI/AAAAAAAAATU/urPQPhBAQlM/s200/thanksgivingicon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408577059483205682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happy Yanksgiving to all our American neighbours. Although I still feel Thanksgiving is really in early October....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-5647715613117456135?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5647715613117456135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5647715613117456135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5647715613117456135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sw8gLgLSwDI/AAAAAAAAATU/urPQPhBAQlM/s72-c/thanksgivingicon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-3222089563406884067</id><published>2009-11-23T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:36:34.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....80's memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-65IRI4fUTU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-65IRI4fUTU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this on the radio this morning. Love this song. Hope everyone enjoys this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-3222089563406884067?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3222089563406884067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/80s-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3222089563406884067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3222089563406884067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/80s-memories.html' title='.....80&apos;s memories'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-5251003677911814728</id><published>2009-11-22T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:50:50.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seperated At Birth......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwncDlc6sXI/AAAAAAAAATM/Dyc-qLV7FZc/s1600/soup_nazi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwncDlc6sXI/AAAAAAAAATM/Dyc-qLV7FZc/s200/soup_nazi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407094781786108274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwnbH1VygmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/baIlKqqTGEg/s1600/stache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwnbH1VygmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/baIlKqqTGEg/s200/stache.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407093755259028066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Swnblhs6q1I/AAAAAAAAATE/UKa1zz_bVfE/s1600/borat-flag-770131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Swnblhs6q1I/AAAAAAAAATE/UKa1zz_bVfE/s200/borat-flag-770131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407094265383398226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Going through some of my old baseball cards this weekend and found these two. It could be just me, but I found they had a striking resemblance to two other well known personalities. What do you think? Personally, I think they are all brothers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-5251003677911814728?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5251003677911814728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/seperated-at-birth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5251003677911814728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5251003677911814728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/seperated-at-birth.html' title='Seperated At Birth......'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwncDlc6sXI/AAAAAAAAATM/Dyc-qLV7FZc/s72-c/soup_nazi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-6536984421758571401</id><published>2009-11-19T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:05:19.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More fav shots</title><content type='html'>Here are some more favourite pics, mostly taken by the Lovely One, but I took a few as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVafFFxJSI/AAAAAAAAARU/STpypJSfIMQ/s1600/c+and+t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVafFFxJSI/AAAAAAAAARU/STpypJSfIMQ/s200/c+and+t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405826417716962594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely One and Little Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVa9IOr5uI/AAAAAAAAARc/zzCbeh4qcYM/s1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVa9IOr5uI/AAAAAAAAARc/zzCbeh4qcYM/s200/house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405826933955749602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the sun is shining through the small window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVbcDfuNtI/AAAAAAAAARk/6puPqyZHpe8/s1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVbcDfuNtI/AAAAAAAAARk/6puPqyZHpe8/s200/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405827465260971730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where this was. Probably coming home along the 401 somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-6536984421758571401?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6536984421758571401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-fav-shots.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6536984421758571401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6536984421758571401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-fav-shots.html' title='More fav shots'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVafFFxJSI/AAAAAAAAARU/STpypJSfIMQ/s72-c/c+and+t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-2582011914115196566</id><published>2009-11-19T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:26:56.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another person taken from us too soon. I was watching this video this morning and I thought I'd share. Man, nobody could sing like Luther. The last great male R&amp;amp;B singer. RIP Luther and enjoy the clip everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4t-bpP2sL_U&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4t-bpP2sL_U&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="tujmfwdnwgsgqsijotau" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/4t-bpP2sL_U&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2582011914115196566?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2582011914115196566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2582011914115196566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2582011914115196566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/man.html' title='The Man'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-3089701408264275209</id><published>2009-11-16T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:06:50.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Favs</title><content type='html'>A few more for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVc6x-w3UI/AAAAAAAAARs/VTNQhwfqbhc/s1600/the+weiner+twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVc6x-w3UI/AAAAAAAAARs/VTNQhwfqbhc/s200/the+weiner+twins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405829092646903106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trouble Twins at Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVdJ0SnGjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5Op_0KkqiLw/s1600/country+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVdJ0SnGjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5Op_0KkqiLw/s200/country+road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405829350965058098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country road near Grafton, Ontario outside of Cobourg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVdbei0a5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/tAiY_eykNzE/s1600/mighty+mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVdbei0a5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/tAiY_eykNzE/s200/mighty+mouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405829654365105042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come to save the day!!! Yes, it's Mighty Mouse. We pass by here quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVdu8X-3zI/AAAAAAAAASE/I-pv7FjQIUo/s1600/port+hope+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVdu8X-3zI/AAAAAAAAASE/I-pv7FjQIUo/s200/port+hope+sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405829988790230834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Ontario sunset near Port Hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-3089701408264275209?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3089701408264275209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-favs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3089701408264275209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3089701408264275209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-favs.html' title='More Favs'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SwVc6x-w3UI/AAAAAAAAARs/VTNQhwfqbhc/s72-c/the+weiner+twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1928388493112475599</id><published>2009-11-14T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:03:57.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sv-ZgAyL4sI/AAAAAAAAARM/vrW6z6-Q9CM/s1600-h/two+sweeties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sv-ZgAyL4sI/AAAAAAAAARM/vrW6z6-Q9CM/s200/two+sweeties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404206853113242306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Once in a while I'm going to post some of my fav photos. Here is the first one of the two most important girls in my life. My honey, the Lovely One, and my daughter Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this pic. It makes my heart melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1928388493112475599?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1928388493112475599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/favourite-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1928388493112475599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1928388493112475599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/favourite-pics.html' title='Favourite Pics'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sv-ZgAyL4sI/AAAAAAAAARM/vrW6z6-Q9CM/s72-c/two+sweeties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7720771463092644409</id><published>2009-11-06T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:36:13.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sv8KMGAQzWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NfInTbW0TRU/s1600-h/jackie-robinson--%C2%A9photofile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sv8KMGAQzWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NfInTbW0TRU/s200/jackie-robinson--%C2%A9photofile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404049280754306402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A LIFE IS NOT IMPORTANT EXCEPT IN THE IMPACT IT HAS ON OTHER LIVES"-Jackie Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This doesn't stand for what you would usually think. It is most commonly thought of as "What would Jesus Do?"  That is fine for people who believe that, and use that as their guideline for life.&lt;br /&gt;I have a harder time identifying with that, especially since I am very lapsed with my religious views. So I have decided that the guideline for me would be WWJD- What Would Jackie Do?&lt;br /&gt;As in Jackie Robinson. The first African American to be allowed to play Major League Baseball. I am currently reading a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Opening-Day-Jackie-Robinsons-Season/dp/0743294610/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1258226405&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Opening Day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is about Jackie Robinson's first season in the Major Leagues. The 1930's and 1940's were a rough time to be African American. An interesting fact that I learned that Jackie's older brother, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Robinson_%28athlete%29"&gt;Mack&lt;/a&gt;, finished second to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesse_Owens"&gt;Jesse Owens&lt;/a&gt; in the 1936 Olympics, winning the &lt;a href="http://snyderstreasures.com/images/germanmilitaria/medals/MedalOlympicLDOCasedF.jpg"&gt;Silver medal&lt;/a&gt;. But when Mack came back to the states, while White members of the Olympics found jobs as teachers and athletic coaches, Mack had to take a job sweeping streets and sidewalks. When the owner of the Brooklyn Dodgers, &lt;a href="http://www.sportingnews.com/archives/jackie/jackie17.jpg"&gt;Branch Rickey&lt;/a&gt;, decided the time was right for integration, he didn't want a player that was going to roll over and let everyone walk all over him. He wanted a player that would get angry, and be offended, but be able to put the racism behind him, and do what was best for the game. In other words, Mr. Rickey wanted Jackie to take out his anger and frustations on the field. This kind of goes hand in hand with what I have been learning in Anger Management. Not learning how to bury my anger, because it is a normal, healthy emotion. Just like crying, laughing etc. But how to deal with it positively and constructively. I have found reading about Jackie's life very inspiring, although I never got to see him play. But it is more than a book about baseball, or about a baseball player. It is more about a pioneer, and a brave man. We fail to realize sometimes how bad things were then. How would you like to go to a hotel, or &lt;a href="http://wa2.images.onesite.com/my.telegraph.co.uk/user/tripodgirl/white_only.jpg"&gt;restaurant&lt;/a&gt; and be told you coluldn't eat or stay there. Or using a &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/Segregated_cinema_entrance3.jpg"&gt;separate entrance&lt;/a&gt;. Having to use a &lt;a href="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q284/bobhiggins/WhitesOnlyFountain-1.jpg"&gt;seperate water fountain&lt;/a&gt;. Ride at the very back of the &lt;a href="http://library.kentlaw.edu/Exhibit/Montgomery/ClevelandAveBus.jpg"&gt;bus&lt;/a&gt; or train. Not being able to take a cab driven by a white driver. Showing up for work, knowing you are hated by everyone for &lt;a href="http://waxingpoetically.today.com/files/2008/07/thejimcrowlaws-front.jpg"&gt;no reason&lt;/a&gt;. These are some of the things I try to keep in mind when it comes to my relatively miniscule problems. So that's why I try to think "What Would Jackie Do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7720771463092644409?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7720771463092644409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/wwjd.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7720771463092644409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7720771463092644409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/wwjd.html' title='WWJD?'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sv8KMGAQzWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NfInTbW0TRU/s72-c/jackie-robinson--%C2%A9photofile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4118946328460956659</id><published>2009-11-05T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:43:38.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>42.....and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what's wrong with the number 42? Nothing, if you have 42 jelly beans. Or if you find 42 dollars in your pocket. It is also Jackie Robinson's uniform number. And my mother was born in 1942. What's my problem with this number? October 29 was my 42nd birthday. Bah Humbug. I tend to look at my birthday as a non-event. In reality, it is my annual "What is wrong with my life" rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It usually starts off with "I don't feel I've done anything worthwhile with my life. I'm (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;insert appropriate age here&lt;/span&gt;) years old......" Blah blah blah. Generally, it takes someone a lot prettier and a hell of a lot smarter than me to give me a kick in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a long time, my career, or lack thereof, has been a main focus. I've always felt like I should be doing something of importance. It seems more and more during the last 8 or 9 years or so, that I have felt that way. I never realized that I would need a job to define me, or to feel complete. Or to feel that would make my life mean something. A good friend  told me that your job is not the be all and end all of who you are. He mentioned that his job is important, but in his words "I'm a mail-room manager, not a heartsurgeon." I think the key to everything is trying to find what you can live with and what is tolerable. Very few people are working in their dream jobs. But I'm having a hard time finding what's "missing" in my life. I have two great kids with another one on the way. I have a beautiful, loving partner who puts up with my crap. My parents and grandmother are still alive. I am taking an anger management course to help me understand and deal with my anger. I have a decent place to live. I have 2 cats and dog who are available to the lowest bidder (just kidding, I think....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't feel that I am lacking in religious views, although I don't think that attending an organized service is for me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm putting it out there, what is missing from my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4118946328460956659?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4118946328460956659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/42and-counting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4118946328460956659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4118946328460956659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/11/42and-counting.html' title='42.....and counting'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-2230319437523328103</id><published>2009-10-26T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:24:17.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Su3AG4s_gpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QB7-CDLxLiI/s1600-h/IMG_5785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Su3AG4s_gpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QB7-CDLxLiI/s200/IMG_5785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399182752819937938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Su2_G19faUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/evPnwFuqLXk/s1600-h/IMG_5771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Su2_G19faUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/evPnwFuqLXk/s200/IMG_5771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399181652572203330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Su29vbBUZQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vwB4Bte9JrM/s1600-h/IMG_5758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Su29vbBUZQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vwB4Bte9JrM/s200/IMG_5758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399180150691882242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Su2-hiwXt_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/-p0-xr5vg_0/s1600-h/IMG_5761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Su2-hiwXt_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/-p0-xr5vg_0/s200/IMG_5761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399181011761739762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Saturday, the Lovely One and I, along with some friends, were very fortunate to go see the Blue Man Group. It was the last show on their 3 year tour. And one of the Blue Men (Mans?) it was his last show ever. The show itself was very interactive with the audience. Great lighting, fantastic music. Starting off the show was the opening act, David Garibaldi. I guess the best way to describe him is "performamce artist" or "performance painter". Although this guy is more than a painter. He paints portraits of famous people to music, while dancing and leaping on stage. And his paint brushes are more than just tools of his trade. They are an integral part of his act. Here is his website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garibaldiarts.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.garibaldiarts.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the Blue Man Group came on. It was very loud and very awesome, the show was built around the premise of how to attend a rock show, the different moves(fist pumping etc.)to be done during the show. They did a few of their own songs which was very entertaining. Then they had to "pay tribute to their Rock and Roll forebearers",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and they did great renditions of One of These Days by Pink Floyd, I Feel Love by Donna Summer, and the classic Baba O'Reilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2230319437523328103?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2230319437523328103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-people.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2230319437523328103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2230319437523328103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-people.html' title='Blue People'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Su3AG4s_gpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QB7-CDLxLiI/s72-c/IMG_5785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-915722413773039088</id><published>2009-10-19T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:44:16.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we find amusing.....Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/StyIpGdd2XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5FjjFcs8u9Y/s1600-h/restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/StyIpGdd2XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5FjjFcs8u9Y/s200/restaurant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336693373229426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/StyIgv0yKOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YBOEeXov0gk/s1600-h/cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/StyIgv0yKOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YBOEeXov0gk/s200/cakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336549858060514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/StyIVEjEbNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CEBuoI3D19s/s1600-h/qb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/StyIVEjEbNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CEBuoI3D19s/s200/qb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336349262474450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/StyIJ3YZP9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/3eL8u895eHk/s1600-h/beaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/StyIJ3YZP9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/3eL8u895eHk/s200/beaver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336156749479890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures from around K-W and some other locations, that have tickled our funny-bones. Feel free to make some comments, but try to keep it semi-clean. The Restaurant and Laser Hair Removal&lt;br /&gt;sign really bothers me, but everything else gets us giggling like 12 year olds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-915722413773039088?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/915722413773039088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-we-find-amusingpart-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/915722413773039088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/915722413773039088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-we-find-amusingpart-1.html' title='Things we find amusing.....Part 1'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/StyIpGdd2XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5FjjFcs8u9Y/s72-c/restaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1808972600532826076</id><published>2009-10-19T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:05:36.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......Weird thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bloggery, bloggery, blog. My mind is in a fog. I don't know what the hell that means. I thought of this the other morning when I was trying to wake up. Just one of those weird thoughts you have when you are trying to surface from the pool of sleep. Hey, I like that.I had a second line for this, but I can't remember it exactly. Something like bloggerty, bloggerty boo. I should keep a dream journal or something. But when I come up with this stuff, I usually want to go back to sleep. I'm too lazy to actually sit up and start writing this crap down. It's probably just as well I don't. I'd probably look back at it and think to myself, "What the hell is going on in my brain?" That's about all I got for now. Live long and prosper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1808972600532826076?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1808972600532826076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1808972600532826076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1808972600532826076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird-thoughts.html' title='......Weird thoughts'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-649996866120489645</id><published>2009-10-08T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:47:58.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Happy Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Ss6iUxc0XiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OL0u4xlm-dY/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Ss6iUxc0XiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OL0u4xlm-dY/s200/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424281764355618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Ss6eukQeYaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cEatl2ExPqc/s1600-h/mom+and+dad+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Ss6eukQeYaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cEatl2ExPqc/s200/mom+and+dad+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390420326853009826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Ss6eTGizm6I/AAAAAAAAANw/b-9bRvFuEVI/s1600-h/me+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Ss6eTGizm6I/AAAAAAAAANw/b-9bRvFuEVI/s200/me+and+dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390419855020366754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday October 8, Friday October 9,  and Sunday October 11 are some very special days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is my parents 49th anniversary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Friday is my Dad's 74th birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and Sunday is the Lovely One's 37th  birthday. Hallmark loves me in October. These are the people I love the most in the world. I am so happy I have these people in my life. So lots of love and best wishes to everyone, I love you all more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-649996866120489645?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/649996866120489645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/lots-of-happy-greetings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/649996866120489645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/649996866120489645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/10/lots-of-happy-greetings.html' title='Lots of Happy Greetings'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Ss6iUxc0XiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OL0u4xlm-dY/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-2468425470040231600</id><published>2009-09-29T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:01:12.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TNG-The Next Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SsKPuv17RvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CQb1sdsHfUA/s1600-h/baby+HO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SsKPuv17RvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CQb1sdsHfUA/s200/baby+HO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387026137567938290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Something to add to my Most Memorable Moments in my life.  Yesterday, the Lovely One and I went to the ultrasound clinic. Well guess who is going to be a father again, boys and girls? The Lovely One is 13 weeks pregnant. Our due date is April 4, 2010. There is nothing like seeing that little heart beating on the monitor. She is really excited, and so am I, but still getting over the shock. Previously, she had a miscarriage in early June. Apparently, conception was a couple of weeks after. Hence the shock, plus some other factors that raised some eyebrows. So now we are debating baby names. I like conventional names, the Lovely One doesn't. We went for a drive in the country on Sunday, by ourselves, and we were trying to come up with the most outrageous celebrity names. Pretty funny stuff. So I have to say, excitement is more the feeling now than shock or worry. We still can't agree on names yet. We have a boy's name picked out, but the girl's name is a little tougher. She doesn't want anything on the "Top 100" or any names that a celebrity has chosen. No problem. I didn't want to name my child Audio Science, Pilot Inspektor, Moon Unit, Rumer or Scout, Speck Wildhorse, Daisy Boo or Zuma Nesta Rock. What is it with celebs anyway? The Lovely One and I were trying to come up with the most outrageous names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some of the better ones were Nuclear Fallout, Solar Radiation, Minor Annoyance etc. I was holding out for Nuclear Fallout (Nuke for short). Mulva was suggested numerous times, and my personal fav "Hemi" as in the musclecar. Would work for a boy or girl. C'mon!!! Ya gotta love Hemi!! And then some Indian names were suggested, but that went nowhere fast. Hmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sure we'll figure something out soon, but for right now we are pretty happy and excited and if anyone has any legit responses (note to you B. I'm sure you could come up with some weird ones!)  let's hear about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2468425470040231600?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2468425470040231600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/tng-next-generation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2468425470040231600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2468425470040231600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/tng-next-generation.html' title='TNG-The Next Generation'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SsKPuv17RvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CQb1sdsHfUA/s72-c/baby+HO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-3266483386083422228</id><published>2009-09-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:01:12.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Moments....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because of my BFF's blog http://life-in-quotations.blogspot.com/ I have decided to try and come up with, not necessarily great, but some memorable moments in my life. I decided to use BFF because I hate it so much and my BFF knows it bugs me. So without much further b.s. by me, here they are in no particular order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met and chatted with BB King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met and chatted with Bill Cosby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met and had a fairly lengthly conversation with Space Shuttle Astronaut Chris Hauk. He was the first pilot after the Shuttle disaster in 1985.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met and had a funny conversation with Kevin Smith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Travelled to England when I was 11 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Visited, while flying, the pilot's cabin coming back from Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the same flight, survived a several thousand foot drop because of very severe turbulance. It was freaky, alarms going off, stewardesses were freaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being robbed at gunpoint in Washington, DC when I was 15 or 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Survived a T-Bone collision. The person hit the driver's door at full speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Received many autographs from some of my favorite sports and entertainment stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fathering a beautiful  healthy child who is now 9 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being step-dad to another wonderful kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meeting The Lovely One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeing a former star baseball player, who was attending a convention I was at, come in and use the washroom at the same time I was, and not wash his hands. Glad I got my autograph BEFORE that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Driving way up north, to go see one of my favorite bands, with nowhere to stay on a holiday weekend, and getting to hang out with them after the show, and hear the new songs for their next album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moving to a new city, knowing only 1 person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Knowing some wonderful people who had taken their own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Knowing some wonderful people who died too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Knowing and being friends with wonderful people right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's about it, I'm sure I'll be able to come up with more if I ponder this topic some more. I guess my life hasn't been as boring as I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-3266483386083422228?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3266483386083422228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-of-my-bffs-blog-httplife-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3266483386083422228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3266483386083422228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-of-my-bffs-blog-httplife-in.html' title='Memorable Moments....'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1315128962459390149</id><published>2009-09-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:02:34.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP....Icons of My Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling this way. The people I enjoyed watching and listening to, are passing on. It makes me realize my own mortality, and that our idols are as vulnerable as we are. And it has been people who were very talented, and that have left us way too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of the people on my list that I  miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Patrick Swayze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Farrah Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Jackson (yes, admit it. You liked him back in the day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jeff Healey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John Ritter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Robert Palmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christopher Reeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stevie Ray Vaughn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Hutchence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chris Farley (never really a fan, but still he left us too soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Phil Hartman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John Belushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gilda Radner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;George Harrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Roy Orbison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brad Delp (lead singer of Boston)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kirby Puckett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are of course many others who have passed on. While it is also sad when older stars die, such as Johnny Carson, Bob Hope etc., I think when celebrities reach a certain age, say over 70, the public figures that it is "just a matter of time" and that "they lived a good life". But it is harder when a celebrity is closer to our own age. It seems more tragic when a star is relatively young. And we look back and see photos, and clips and we think "How can he (she) be dead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you look at the clip of Patrick Swayze on Saturday Night Live, doing the Chippendale's sketch, or in "Roadhouse", you think "How can he die of cancer?" How can someone that seemed so vital and full of life die at such a (relatively) young age? Fortunately, for us we have the music, the performances and the benefits of their careers to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1315128962459390149?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1315128962459390149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/ripicons-of-my-youth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1315128962459390149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1315128962459390149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/ripicons-of-my-youth.html' title='RIP....Icons of My Youth'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-6644669288147480364</id><published>2009-09-10T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:32:09.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting caught up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So I spent a few days with my Mom and Dad. It was nice to have a break, spent some extra time with my daughter. I had to visit my family doctor, get some immunization shots for school this month. I still have to go back next week, and stay for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go and visit my Grandfather at the cemetary, since I hadn't been there for awhile. As I was standing there for a few minutes, gazing upon his marker in the Memorial Wall, I happened to notice a pot of flowers at my feet. Someone visited one of their loved ones who had passed, obviously. As I looked up from the flowers, I noticed another marker and it was someone I knew, but I never knew that he had passed away in 2008. I had to think for a bit, first to get over the shock, and then to figure out if it really was the same person. Doing the quick math, I realized it was the same person. It was the son of my former boss. And he was 22 years old. I was very upset by this, as my old boss and his wife are great people. I quickly phoned my former place of employment, and spoke to the receptionist who is a friend of mine and she told me the story. It turned out that he had a brain tumor and by the time it was discovered, not much could be done about it. She told me that she thought I knew about it, but nobody told me and I had been a my former work a few times in 2008. But then I guess, it's not exactly the way to start off a conversation. "By the way guess who died...". I felt really bad, and wasn't sure if I was able to go and visit my boss. I wouldn't know what to say now, I thought about sending a card, but it has been over a year now, I don't want to open any wounds. I know how I would feel if it was one of my children. Actually I don't. But I'm not sure I would want to be reminded of it, after a year, regardless if it was well-meaning. I guess you should be thankful for every single day, and if you have children, love and cherish them, and be thankful for all the joy in your life. It must be horrible for a parent to have to bury your child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-6644669288147480364?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6644669288147480364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-caught-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6644669288147480364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6644669288147480364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-caught-up.html' title='Getting caught up'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-2246750330796015573</id><published>2009-09-04T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:02:45.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm very happy with myself. I have been stalking this guy for months. I would see him when I was out walking my dog. Sometimes, off in the distance. Sometimes up close. Always trying to get a picture. I would run back to the house, and grab the camera, yelling "I saw him!!" The Lovely One shook her head and rolled her eyes. So off I went. And then on the way back, as soon as I got close enough to take a picture, he would take off. It was like he could hear me turning on the camera, hear the shutter opening. Turning his head as I zoomed the lens in closer, then high-tailing it out of there. Once in a while, I would go to his hang out and just observe. It was usually in the early evening when he would appear. Sometimes it was mid-afternoon. A couple of times, he was standing there taunting me. Daring me to try and get closer. As soon as I took the dog back home, because if I approached him with the dog in tow, the dog would probably bark and scare him off, I would be off to try and take a few pictures. I was partially successful earlier this summer. As I approached my elusive prey, off he would go. Then I tried getting to him from the other direction. No luck there either. I ended up taking a few pictures, but I was too far away. And he looked like a greyish smudge in the pictures. So on Thursday this week, I was out on my afternoon stroll with the mutt, and there he was. Standing there, so regal and proud. Unaware that his stalker was gazing upon him. I quickly took the pooch back home, grabbed the camera. Hopefully, he was still there. I got back to his favourite spot, and as luck would have it, he was still standing there. I quietly made my way up to him. Cursing the camera to be quiet, I got him on screen, and he turned his back on me. Standing there sweating in the afternoon sun, I was whispering "Come on, you S.O.B. Turn around!" Finally he did. I zoomed in once, and snapped my prize. Then I zoomed in closer, and was blessed with another picture. Because of the bright daylight, I couldn't really see the pics on the camera until I got back home. Once I did, I was very pleased I had captured my prey. The elusive Blue Heron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SqH1OfcqzNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1juztD23xGQ/s1600-h/IMG_5561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SqH1OfcqzNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1juztD23xGQ/s200/IMG_5561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377849059365801170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SqH0_GNxmaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/osP-YWu7AJc/s1600-h/IMG_5560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SqH0_GNxmaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/osP-YWu7AJc/s200/IMG_5560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377848794894408098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-2246750330796015573?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/2246750330796015573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/stalking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2246750330796015573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/2246750330796015573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/stalking.html' title='Stalking'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SqH1OfcqzNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1juztD23xGQ/s72-c/IMG_5561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7122433617885074415</id><published>2009-09-01T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:07:05.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK, so after that last post, and getting rid of all that negative energy, time to start feeling postive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never realized how exhausting, being around bad feelings, and negative thoughts  and energies, and how it affects your body, spirit and mind. Blech!!!! I have never really believed in that stuff, auras and whatever. But Dayum!!! I felt like crap, after dealing with everything. One good thing, for two consecutive days, two totally different people, whom I just met, commented on how positive my aura was, and how positive my energy was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I was at the same location both days, but it was two different people, who didn't interact at all. Yay for me!!! I feel good....da da da da da da da (James Brown eat your heart out). So after everything, the Lovely One and I just wanted to hibernate at home, and go off the grid for a while. Plus we were kid-less, yippee!! Ate too much junk food, stayed up late watching movies. But best of all, the Lovely One and I just had a chance to hang out together, which was great. All in all, it was a good weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Lovely One attended a Body Works session which I think will be really good for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She has been having a rough time lately, being very emotional and stressed, and not exactly feeling up to par. She seems to feeling pretty good and feeling relaxed. It's a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Positive====Good. Negative========Bad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway that's it for now guys and gals. Yap at you later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7122433617885074415?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7122433617885074415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-ok.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7122433617885074415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7122433617885074415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-ok.html' title='Feeling OK'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-3955730803856276246</id><published>2009-08-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:41:04.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F---U and the horse you rode in on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;How can people be so stupid.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aquaintance I wrote about in a previous post, has screwed up so badly that I wonder if they wanted to get caught. This person stayed at our house for a period of time, on our couch. Apparently, he said he was getting his life back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person, who (whom) I`ll identify as G., was also staying with mutual friends. It seems that G was charged with assault on his ex(more on that later). Part of his release, was a surety bond. Part of the guarantee, was no contact with the ex. Any violation of this, G could go back to jail. And our friends would have to pay over $1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G and his ex (who I'll identify as L) L, have a child that has been taken away from them. Well, G seemed to be getting better, taking his meds, doing some work, finding a new apartment etc. All this time, he was saying he was moving on, he wasn`t going back to L, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of weeks, G had started acting weird. It turns out that G was in contact with L. G and L knew it was against the order, but they communicated anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also totally disrespected the people he was staying with, and totally disrespected my partner who has been there for him more than anyone else. Everything he was saying was what everyone wanted to hear. So it ended when the police were called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realized from this is that there are only certain people you can trust. And that there are other forms of addiction, that there is no help for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very lucky that I have a circle of friends that I would trust with anything. Some here where I live, and some awesome long-time friends, B. from high school and his lovely wife S. But this person is done, so done. He will never be welcome here, or be involved with my family again. Some people are not with helping and not worth saving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-3955730803856276246?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/3955730803856276246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/08/f-u-and-horse-you-rode-in-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3955730803856276246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/3955730803856276246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/08/f-u-and-horse-you-rode-in-on.html' title='F---U and the horse you rode in on...'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4498091424026706329</id><published>2009-08-19T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:45:20.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SoweBp5S3bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oJqkpZoa1fI/s1600-h/heat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SoweBp5S3bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oJqkpZoa1fI/s200/heat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371701469321026994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, here I am. Been feeling kind of crappy the last few days. You watch the news over the last few weeks, and there were stories on "When is Summer going to arrive?" and "When is it going to warm up?" etc. Well, do you know what? I like temperatures in the mid 20's with no humidity. I like not being drenched in sweat as soon as I get off the couch. Not only that, I feel completely unmotivated to do anything, and by early afternoon, it's nap time. Uugghh....Humidity sucks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I've been feeling a lot better about things in general. Been having some good times hanging out with our friends S&amp;amp;A, and K&amp;amp;R. Plus we had my daughter here for two weeks. This time around, both kids were more well behaved, very little drama. Less drama....goooood. The Lovely One has started taking a few steps to get herself back on track, but it's hard on her. She buries a lot of stuff. We've had a few "discussions" (loud ones) over usually stupid things.....but I think that's a result of both of us being around each other a bit too much. Hmmmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I've got a lot going on in the next month or so....hopefully starting school on September 22...I have to get immunized for everything, buy my books, get back into a routine of getting up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, I also get to spend a few days with Mom and Dad, since my family doctor is out of town. Just hope I feel ok after getting a bunch of shots....Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4498091424026706329?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4498091424026706329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4498091424026706329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4498091424026706329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SoweBp5S3bI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oJqkpZoa1fI/s72-c/heat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-5176130614365156295</id><published>2009-06-16T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:21:25.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises....Good and Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my fan out there (yes, I meant to leave off the "s"), sorry I haven't blogged for a while. This last week or so has been pretty stressful. The Lovely One was a bit stressed out because she was "late". As in, LATE. I told her that because she was stressed, that was probably the reason. It has happened before for that reason. This went on for a few days, so she decided to take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THE TEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. Actually, it ended up being about 4 of them. So it turns out, that the Lovely One is pregnant. I know a lot of couples use the term "We're pregnant" but that has always bugged me, plus it's medically impossible. But I digress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, we talked about this before, and the fact that I wasn't crazy about having more kids at this point in my life. And her pregnancy with her son was fairly difficult. I had it in my mind of getting the snip-snip. Just never got around to it. At least, that's what I'm telling myself. So she was really happy, I was as well, but a bit overwhelmed. I was worried about our living situation, my non-working situation, my daughter situation etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We told a few select friends, and my parents. It was very early in her pregnancy. Lovely One was very happy and joyous and blogging up a storm. For me, it would take a few more weeks or a month or two to get to the same state she was at. It's just the way guys are wired. We don't feel that emotional attachment right away. Maybe it's because us guys can't see anything for a few months. I'm really not sure. I wish it was different, but there it is. So after a couple of days, Lovely was feeling crampy and the usual. Now, her worst fears are starting to come to pass. Long story short, she felt like she lost the baby. After getting the official test back from the doctor, it was true. She was very emotional, and depressed about it. I was upset as well, but mainly for her. I don't want to be seen as being detached, or that I don't care. But at the stage we were at, it wasn't ready to happen yet. It was best for everyone. Baby included. I'm very sorry for her, and how she is feeling. Plus afterward, she felt and was scared that, we would not try again. She was very happy at the outset, and now felt that this was her last chance and now the door is closed. I promised her that since I saw how it made her feel, we will try again. She seems to be ok now. But my lack of emotion, or not feeling as much as the Lovely One was, does not mean a lack of caring. As I explained, it's different for us. I wish it was different. Next time when everything is ok, it will be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-5176130614365156295?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5176130614365156295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprisesgood-and-bad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5176130614365156295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5176130614365156295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprisesgood-and-bad.html' title='Surprises....Good and Bad'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-1754213213108235645</id><published>2009-05-13T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:19:32.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is how I've been feeling lately. Apathetic towards everything. I'm still feeling depressed, although it doesn't seem as if it's happening as frequent. Maybe I'm wrong....I'm still trying to figure out what direction I should take concerning my next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"career"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. The problem right now is that the employment agency that is helping me, because of how many people are out of work, I can't get in to speak to someone about career options, where my interests lie etc. until mid June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sucks. I'm not feeling too great about myself right now. Just been doing a lot of reading and relaxing. I'm definitely sleeping too much (for a change). All I want to do is stay inside. It is not healthy for sure, but that's how it is. My participation in my hobbies has dropped right down to zero, it's not great. One of the books I just finished is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Over the Boards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;by former Toronto Maple Leaf, Ron Ellis. While I enjoyed it from a sports fan's perspective, the chapter I found most interesting was about his battle with depression for about 10 years. Reading about it gave me some insights to my own battle. Here was a person who lived his dream, played on the 1967 Stanley Cup team, competed against all the greats, scored over 300 goals, and had a long and successful career, and he went through a lot of the same things that are happening to me. I learned that I am smack dab in the middle of the typical age range for males (35-50).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All of the following is what I'm feeling at this point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Loss of interest in normal daily activities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Feeling sad or down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Feeling hopeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Mood swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Problems sleeping (sleeping too much, interrupted sleep or not enough sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Trouble focusing or concentrating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Difficulty making decisions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Appetite change - unintentional weight gain or loss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Irritability, feeling edgy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Restlessness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Being easily annoyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Feeling fatigued or weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;• Feeling worthless, self-loathing, feeling like a failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="articletable" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; • Unexplained physical problems, such as back pain or headaches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I know it's not something that I can "snap out of".  I'm not sure what the problem is, or what the next step is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Until next time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="articletable"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="articletable"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="articletable"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="articletable"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-1754213213108235645?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/1754213213108235645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1754213213108235645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/1754213213108235645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7854750544311323557</id><published>2009-04-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:05:52.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sfogfto97GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6LyXgHUMIWo/s1600-h/Copy+of+patterson_bigfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sfogfto97GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6LyXgHUMIWo/s200/Copy+of+patterson_bigfoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330608838145862754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sfof4JIa8cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0kO7Cph1JfU/s1600-h/patterson_bigfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sfof4JIa8cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0kO7Cph1JfU/s200/patterson_bigfoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330608158330778050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;If there is such a thing as Bigfoot, and there is more than one of them, is the plural form Bigfeet?&lt;br /&gt;Bigfoots? Sasquatches? Sasquatchii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7854750544311323557?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7854750544311323557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-wondering.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7854750544311323557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7854750544311323557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering...'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Sfogfto97GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6LyXgHUMIWo/s72-c/Copy+of+patterson_bigfoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-6459262774217905103</id><published>2009-04-27T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:10:32.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Get It.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder about people....I have an acquaintance/friend I will call Q. He is with the mother of his child currently. I will call her Z. Their relationship is stormy at the best of times. They have both had their problems, both mental and physical, as well as addiction. Personally, I think the best thing for Q is to totally call it quits with Z, figure out visitation/custody of the child, and move on with his life. Z has mood swings that shift from minute to minute, or that's how it appears to me. Although I could be wrong. I barely know Z. But I can see enough, that I think that Q would be better off without Z. He says that it is over between them (or has said it), but it seems they are sort-of, kind of, maybe/maybe not together again. Q is a decent looking guy (all I can say, coming from a hetero point of view). Maybe he feels that she is the best he can do? I understand that he loves Z, but sometimes you can't be a rescuer. I guess sometimes you can't figure out the power some people hold over other people, and that there are different forms of being addicted, not just drugs or alcohol. But Q and Z are both adults, and although my partner has known Q almost forever and is very fond of him, I think both her and I realize that you have to let people live their lives and make mistakes. Dealing with other people's stress and problems just brings it into your own life. Hopefully, Q and Z can figure out something that works for them, and they can get the help they need and move on. I guess the main point here is for them to clean up, smarten up, and try and be good parents for their young one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-6459262774217905103?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6459262774217905103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-get-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6459262774217905103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6459262774217905103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Get It.....'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4061357707105132964</id><published>2009-04-20T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:30:48.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Se0uM647D5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4zrcaMy0ZPE/s1600-h/guitar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Se0uM647D5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4zrcaMy0ZPE/s200/guitar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326964733750480786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When I broke up from my daughter's mother towards the end of 2005, I was left with a lot of really bad feelings, ranging from hurt, anger, betrayal, feeling played for a fool, shock etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Being a big music fan (although my tastes are pretty limited, some would say...) one of the ways that I sought out to start feeling better was through music. There were many long lonely nights, after putting my daughter SJ to bed that were spent listening to downloaded music and CD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" id="ctl00_cphContent_discography_view1_lblData" class="title"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;One of my favourite albums at the time was "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" id="ctl00_cphContent_discography_view1_lblData" class="title"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disciplined Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;" by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collective Soul&lt;/span&gt;. I found the lyrics and the musi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" id="ctl00_cphContent_discography_view1_lblData" class="title"  &gt;c soul-healing, especially one song in particular &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Link"&lt;/span&gt;.  The chorus of the song was meaningful for me and I adopted the phrase as my quote to help me make it through the dark days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;With my anger well diffused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; The link to love I now may choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;With my heart no more abused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; The link of love I now may use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I printed this out, and taped it to the inside cover of a journal I was writing at the time. I also listened to a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BB King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, my main song being a great one called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;There's Always One More Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;".  It is one of his best songs, that starts off slow, but has soaring vocals and his trademark playing of Lucille, and I found the song very inspirational. Another fav band is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple Minds&lt;/span&gt;, and the song "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanctify Yourself&lt;/span&gt;". The line "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Set yourself free&lt;/span&gt;" was another personal motto that I took as my own to help myself feel better. There was lots of other songs, and other artists, of course, but those are the main ones that come to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphContent_discography_view1_lblData" class="title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4061357707105132964?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4061357707105132964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/healing-music.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4061357707105132964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4061357707105132964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/healing-music.html' title='Healing Music'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/Se0uM647D5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4zrcaMy0ZPE/s72-c/guitar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-7271801133752042706</id><published>2009-04-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:20:31.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nut in a Lifeshell (aka How I came up with this name)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the last few months or so (maybe longer), I have been feeling depressed. I figured out that maybe it was a good time to start examining my life. My job was not doing anything for me, I felt there was something missing. My relationship with The Lovely One was about the only good thing in my life at that point. Sometimes I felt so frustrated that I wanted to scream, or do something destructive. I felt at times that I was about 1 step away from having a breakdown. Often at work, I would phone the Lovely One, and tell her how depressed I was. I felt like at any given moment, I would either burst into tears, or explode with anger. It felt like I was going "Nuts". And many people believe that our bodies are just a shell while we are here on Earth, and that our true life is in what happens when we pass on. So hence, our bodies are our "Lifeshell".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Plus it was kind of a corny play on words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; In January 2009, I started seeing a therapist. And around the end of the month, after knowing their whereabouts for over a year, I finally made a big step and decided out-of-the-blue to contact my longtime friends B&amp;amp;S. I have known B since high school and was around when he met his wife, the lovely S. But crap and life happens, and due to circumstances that I call the Lost Decade (which I might talk about later) we fell out of touch. It bothered me for a long time, and because we were out of touch, I did not attend their wedding. It is something that I deeply regret and am truly sorry that I missed. But it was definitely a positive first step in finding my way back to the "Old Me" before The Lost Decade. It's great to be around positive people and old friends who knew you "way back when". I feel like I'm on my way back, and that my life is starting over. Plus getting into the warmer weather will certainly help me feel better.  Life is OK right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-7271801133752042706?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/7271801133752042706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/nut-in-lifeshell-aka-how-i-came-up-with.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7271801133752042706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/7271801133752042706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/nut-in-lifeshell-aka-how-i-came-up-with.html' title='Nut in a Lifeshell (aka How I came up with this name)'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-4597207648819135859</id><published>2009-04-15T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:52:43.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For those of you who saw the movie, you know what this is. If not, it's basically a TO-DO List of things I want to do before I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Marry The Lovely One (figured I'd better put this first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. See my kids grow up and be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. See a baseball game in every Major League city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Walk on the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. Do the Canopy tour in the Haliburton Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. Find a profession that I find I can live with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7. Own a vintage car/muscle car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8. Walk my daughter down the aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9. Go to the final game of the World Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10.Travel across Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;11.Get my kicks on Route 66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;12.See the pyramids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;13. Scotland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;14. Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;15. Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;16. Spring Training in Florida or Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;17. The National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;18. Own a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;19. Stop being depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;20. Learn to barbecue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-4597207648819135859?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/4597207648819135859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4597207648819135859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/4597207648819135859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-6947310104317501975</id><published>2009-04-14T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:43:03.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SeT15hbSE5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/R24WNJ42Lbw/s1600-h/rockband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SeT15hbSE5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/R24WNJ42Lbw/s320/rockband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324651028032918418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have been feeling pretty good for the last week or so, for a change. Our friend M has been hanging out here while he gets his life back on track. We ended up having a kid-less weekend for Easter. YAY!!! Went to S&amp;amp;J's and rocked out playing Rockband on Friday. Saturday we headed to Ajax to see my great, longtime friends B&amp;amp;S, whom I recently got back in touch with. Great conversation, and awesome food was the order of the day. Thanks guys!! We'll do it again soon! After losing track of time (good times will do that), we headed out at 11:30pm to head to downtown TO. The Lovely One wanted to go to a bar where one of her old friends was DJ'ing. (Is that a proper word?). So, being the good sport I am, we went. Our musical tastes are quite different, but I figured this was brownie points for later (Heh heh). Some stoned-out guy there offered to buy me a drink. I was like "Thanks dude, but I'm ok". He was kinda weird. Got home around 430 am, after having 2 double cheeseburgers at MCD's at 4am. Yummy breakfast!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Since my rock-star juices were flowing, headed back to S&amp;amp;J's for more Rockband. Crazy M got his hair re-styled and dyed, the lovely one got her bangs cut, S. gave J.a mohawk then shaved him to the wood, and I wrecked my throat trying to be Roger Daltry. All in all, an awesome weekend with our most cared about friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-6947310104317501975?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/6947310104317501975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6947310104317501975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/6947310104317501975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SeT15hbSE5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/R24WNJ42Lbw/s72-c/rockband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195771198079462485.post-5232976446772639979</id><published>2009-04-07T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:47:10.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SeVmtTKMh-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8vQXatdXrw0/s1600-h/ferrari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SeVmtTKMh-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8vQXatdXrw0/s200/ferrari.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324775062858663906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm....interesting question. I guess these are my mid-life crises. I'm using the plural form since there are a few. Boy I wish could afford a Ferrari....oh wait, maybe I &lt;a href="http://www.southtexasdiecast.com/hwguide/images/5pack/ferrari333sp_G6920.jpg"&gt;can!!&lt;/a&gt; Well, here I am at 41 years old. Unemployed. In therapy. Mild depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Could life be any better? Oh yeah, we also got snow in K-W on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;APRIL 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BTW, sarcasm is one of my charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, after being in the auto parts industry for nearly 20 years, I think it maybe time for retraining. I just wish I could figure out what path to take...&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a clear-cut idea of what I wanted to be when I grow up. BTW, I did see a post for a &lt;a href="http://www.jobbank.gc.ca/dispjb_eng.aspx?OrderNum=4341649&amp;amp;Source=JobPosting&amp;amp;CommGrouping=GON008&amp;amp;OfferpPage=50&amp;amp;Student=No"&gt;Chicken Catcher&lt;/a&gt; on the job bank website. I just sort of fell into jobs and stayed with them. But I've always had the notion that I wanted to do something that was fulfilling. That may not be possible, and logically, that fulfillment might have to come from elsewhere, meaning my personal life with my family and friends. Maybe this blog will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that this blog can help to make me happy. That's pretty much it. Post some photos, write a little blurb, stuff I find interesting that is going on in my life. Some friends and loved ones wiser than me, have started to do the same.  I don't know how often I am going to update this. I guess the best answer is, whenever. But I hope this outlet will be part of the total solution to feeling ok again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6195771198079462485-5232976446772639979?l=nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/feeds/5232976446772639979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-now.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5232976446772639979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6195771198079462485/posts/default/5232976446772639979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutinalifeshell.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-now.html' title='What happens now?'/><author><name>Tony</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHMx04rjOr8/TaZkd6dhpiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6QzxSm4dtDQ/s220/beer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_29aJPxL-fSk/SeVmtTKMh-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8vQXatdXrw0/s72-c/ferrari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
