<?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-17242988</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:10:46.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Circus</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow me down the twisted path and see what interests me...if you dare. Offering uneducated commentary on current events, or whatever strikes my fancy on a given day.  For example: mice like cheese, cheese is made in Wisconsin, Brett Farve is hot and I love the Bears.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114395614942294282</id><published>2006-04-01T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:35:49.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixie Chicks</title><content type='html'>OK, they'ev created a storm of controversey.  I especially hated the FUTK shirt.&lt;br /&gt;In the last few years, who are we to say they're wrong in their political views?  At least they express them, unlike most people in the public eye.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE their new song "Not Ready To Make Nice".  It accurately sums up their firestorm, and can be applied on a personal level as well.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard it this afternoon, I felt it on a personal level.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m through with doubt&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left for me to figure out&lt;br /&gt;I’ve paid a price&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll keep paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you just get over it&lt;br /&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;br /&gt;And I kind of like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’&lt;br /&gt;It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her&lt;br /&gt;Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger&lt;br /&gt;And how in the world can the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;br /&gt;That they’d write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing&lt;br /&gt;Or my life will be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114395614942294282?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114395614942294282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114395614942294282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114395614942294282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114395614942294282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/04/dixie-chicks.html' title='Dixie Chicks'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114342162850763670</id><published>2006-03-26T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:07:08.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The MUNSA Test</title><content type='html'>Have you an unusual Intelligence? Do you find you lose interest in supposedly "Interesting movies"? It could be that you're one of the 5% of the population that has the mental capacity of a steaming turd! If so, you may want to join MUNSA - Mentally Unemployed and Noticeably Stupid Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the questionnaire below. The results could surprise you! If you can't even read the question, you're halfway there already - just get someone to fill out our full colour brochure at any trailing chemist, and you'll be in for some, good old fashioned non-challenging material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which of the following WAS one of the famous Marx Brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. STRETCH&lt;br /&gt;b. SKID&lt;br /&gt;c. HARPO &lt;br /&gt;d. TYRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The number missing from the series (1,2,4,..,16) is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. YELLOW&lt;br /&gt;b. GERANIUM&lt;br /&gt;c. 8&lt;br /&gt;d. TYRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The letter missing from the series (a,b,c,..,e) is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. z&lt;br /&gt;b. b&lt;br /&gt;c. d&lt;br /&gt;d. TYRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A man walks into a Barber Shop, with $5.00. He buys 2 lemons at 45c each, 1 Pickled Eel for $2.40, 4 packets of washing powder for $3.15 each. What will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. The Barber will wonder where all the stuffs coming from&lt;br /&gt;b. He wasn't in a Barber's shop, it was a Dairy&lt;br /&gt;c. The Barber will ask him if he's from MUNSA&lt;br /&gt;d. Tyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Two trains leave the same station, but moving in opposite directions. The first train is traveling at 50km/hr EAST, while the second one is traveling 50km/hr WEST. Which train is traveling the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. The one going EAST&lt;br /&gt;b. The one going WEST&lt;br /&gt;c. Neither&lt;br /&gt;d. Tyre&lt;br /&gt;e. Why aren't there (e.)'s in all the other questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What comes next in the series (RED, GREEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. A car&lt;br /&gt;b. Orange&lt;br /&gt;c. Insufficient Data&lt;br /&gt;d. Tyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mona Lisa was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. A dissatisfied Woman&lt;br /&gt;b. A Song by Billy Idol&lt;br /&gt;c. A painting&lt;br /&gt;d. Tyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The cold war was about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Ice&lt;br /&gt;b. Autumn&lt;br /&gt;c. A few people at the top not liking each other&lt;br /&gt;d. Tyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Complete the following Sequence: (Tyre Tyre Tyre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Tyre&lt;br /&gt;b. Tyre&lt;br /&gt;c. Tyre&lt;br /&gt;d. Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to total up all your marks. Those of you who haven't mastered addition yet, go straight on to the application; you're the sort of person we're looking for. If not, Give yourself 5 points for every D, -5 for every C, (+10 if you can't add negative numbers yet), 0 for every B and 0 for every A you ticked. How did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 to 50: OK! You're the sort of person we're looking for. Add 10 points to your score if you haven't got the hang of using anything but crayons yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 to -20: Who's been doing late night studying then? Sorry, you're just a run of the mill pleb - push off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-20 to -90: A computer geek I bet. Go join some place where they talk big numbers and floppy disks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 85 between 90 and 50? All right! Go to the bottom of the class! You're a leading light in our Association; get someone to fill the form in for you and welcome aboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will MUNSA do for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUNSA is a group of people just like yourself, and as such will have much the same interests. We'll meet once a month to watch American Game Shows (Except for our "advanced" class which will be watching the Australian Imitations), Television Dating Games, and listening to Public readings of Romance Novels. Also at the meetings, you'll have the opportunity to buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Swamp land at ridiculously inflated prices &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Genuine Japanese imports with UNTAMPERED ODOMETERS (with scratches on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Slice/Dice/Mince/Stack shelf-mount food mungers from C-Tel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Safe" relocatable houses from Chernobyl and many many more things, as yet not exploited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a special initial offer, you will be given a free Brain Warning device which rings an alarm if your IQ gets above 25, in time for you to go back to your local for a couple of jugs of your favorite Weasels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114342162850763670?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114342162850763670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114342162850763670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114342162850763670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114342162850763670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/03/munsa-test.html' title='The MUNSA Test'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114254642502127657</id><published>2006-03-16T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:00:25.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly issued alcohol warnings</title><content type='html'>1. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to wake up with a breath that could knock a buzzard off a wreaking dead animal that is one hundred yards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the same boring story over and over again until your friends want to assault you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to thay shings like thish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the boss what you really think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burn on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, handsomer and smarter than some really, really big guy named Psycho Bob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114254642502127657?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114254642502127657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114254642502127657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114254642502127657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114254642502127657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/03/newly-issued-alcohol-warnings.html' title='Newly issued alcohol warnings'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114210997342978381</id><published>2006-03-11T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:46:13.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Are Bitches</title><content type='html'>Now that may sound funny, considering that I AM a woman, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;My so-called friend started telling lies about me, so I ended the friendship.  Too bad...she was a fun drinking buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114210997342978381?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114210997342978381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114210997342978381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114210997342978381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114210997342978381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/03/women-are-bitches.html' title='Women Are Bitches'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114192497938330880</id><published>2006-03-09T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:22:59.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting To Know Me</title><content type='html'>What time did you get up this morning?   &lt;br /&gt; 10:30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds or pearls? &lt;br /&gt;DIAMONDS&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What was the last film you saw at the cinema?   &lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER &amp; THE GOBLET OF FIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast? &lt;br /&gt;COFFEE &amp; HALF A TURKEY SANDWICH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your middle name?  &lt;br /&gt;ANNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite cuisine?    &lt;br /&gt;MEXICAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What foods do you dislike? &lt;br /&gt;PEAS, OLIVES AND SEAFOOD &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Favorite food?  &lt;br /&gt;CAJUN DIRTY RICE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Favorite flower? &lt;br /&gt;DAISIES&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;BLUE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday? &lt;br /&gt;APRIL 6&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Most memorable birthday? &lt;br /&gt;TURNING 16 IN ACAPULCO, MEXICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What characteristics do you despise?&lt;br /&gt;LIARS, PEOPLE WHO PRESENT THEMSELVES UNDER FALSE PRETENSE AND STUPIDITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite item of clothing?  &lt;br /&gt;MY HARLEY LEATHER JACKET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you want to retire to? &lt;br /&gt;NORTH CAROLINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born?  &lt;br /&gt;ARLINGTON HEIGHTS, IL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport to watch?  &lt;br /&gt;FOOTBALL EVEN THOUGH THE BEARS ARE ALWAYS DISAPPOINTING&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Favorite CD (at the moment)?   &lt;br /&gt;HOWIE DAY'S AUSTRALIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;MT. DEW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or night owl?  &lt;br /&gt;NIGHTOWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What size shoe do you wear?  &lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How many pets? &lt;br /&gt;1 DOG, 4 CATS, 2 GERBILS, 12 FISH...AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, UNLESS YOU COUNT MY GETTING 2 NEW PRESCRIPTIONS THIS WEEK NEWS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Candy Bar?&lt;br /&gt;REESES PEANUT BUTTER CUPS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV show(s)?  &lt;br /&gt;ER, FRIENDS AND MY NAME IS EARL&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Favorite vacation place?&lt;br /&gt;OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best childhood memory? &lt;br /&gt;GIVING OUR BEAGLE BROWNIE BATHS IN THE KIDDIE POOL IN THE BACKYARD WITH MY DAD&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;Different jobs you have had in your life? &lt;br /&gt;RETAIL CASHIER, OFFICE MANAGER, DISPATCHER, LIMO DRIVER, BARTENDER, TELEMARKETER&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;DEBRAZINSKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing?&lt;br /&gt;6 IN MY LEFT EAR, 2 IN MY RIGHT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Africa?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Furthest you have ever been from home?&lt;br /&gt;MEXICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been toilet papering?&lt;br /&gt;NO...BUT I TRIED!  MY MOM CAUGHT US TRYING TO SNEAK OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;YES, 1 BAD ONE AND A FEW FENDER BENDERS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croutons or bacon bits?&lt;br /&gt;CAN I HAVE BOTH?  WITH RANCH DRESSING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite restaurants?&lt;br /&gt;OUTBACK AND ZSA ZSA'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;BEN &amp; JERRY'S PHISH FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;TACO BELL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bedroom carpet?&lt;br /&gt;WE LIVE IN AN APARTMENT.  IT'S ALL BORING BEIGE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is the color of your bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;SEAFOAM GREEN&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;A VET OR A DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did you fail your drivers test?&lt;br /&gt;ONCE.  I BACKED INTO A LIGHT POLE AND KNOCKED OFF THE SIDE MIRROR ON THE PASSENGER SIDE OF THE CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;BETH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;CRATE &amp; BARREL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do most often when you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;READ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you went to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ford or Chevy? &lt;br /&gt;FORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? &lt;br /&gt;THE NEWS ON TV AND THE KIDS PLAYING VIDEO GAMES.  Doodlebug IS HAVING A SLEEPOVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;NINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which came first, the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;THE EGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you NOT told when you were a child about being an adult:&lt;br /&gt;PAYING BILLS REALLY SUCKS AND SAVING MONEY IS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE. &lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ARE NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM TO BE, EVEN YOUR FRIENDS SOMETIMES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114192497938330880?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114192497938330880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114192497938330880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114192497938330880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114192497938330880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/03/getting-to-know-me.html' title='Getting To Know Me'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114188171901173443</id><published>2006-03-08T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:21:59.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death In The Family</title><content type='html'>Jeff's grandfather passed away late Thursday night, and we buried him on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I was more moved than I expected to be, and broke down once we got home.  I couldn't cry at the service; I hate people to see me cry.  I fought it back, though it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;I remember being deathly afraid of Bob when I first met him.  &lt;br /&gt;When it snowed less than an inch, and was icy, I would go over and shovel &amp; salt his driveway for him, since his service wouldn't come out for less than an inch.&lt;br /&gt;I found these GREAT German pickles and cookies, and would bring them over sometimes, before I moved out of Rockford.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I cut a tree down for him once.  I was covered in pine tar, and sweating my ass off, but I felt apprecieated.  &lt;br /&gt;He was a great man to his family, and in that sense, he owned the world.  having lost my own Grandfather when I was only 10, I was fonder of him than I let on, but I think he knew it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I only kissed him once, and that was this past Christmas.  It was before we knew about the cancer, before we knew how little time he had left.  I am glad I kissed him good-bye that one time.  It means more to me that I did it before we knew he was dying; it seems less superficial that way.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114188171901173443?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114188171901173443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114188171901173443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114188171901173443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114188171901173443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/03/death-in-family.html' title='Death In The Family'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114136431124518250</id><published>2006-03-02T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:38:31.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs</title><content type='html'>I take too amny of them. I am up to 8 prescriptions.  That's as many as my 89 year old Gram takes.  Some of them make me sane, some of them make me crzy.  I'm going to list them, and if anyone has any input, it would be apprecieated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neorontin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel stoned.  I take 900mg per day.  I also feel like the top 2 layers of skin in my hands has been peeled away and am SUPER sensentive to touch.  I take it for spasms in my back.  It's a new scrip, and I've been on it less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elavil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 mg per day to help me sleep and dispell bad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;It's a new scrip, and I've been on it less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darvocet N100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pain.  And a nice buzz with a few drinks.  3 or 4 per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baclofen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 to 6 20 mg pills per day.  Muscle relaxers.  No effect anymore...I have been on them too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xanax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots for anxiety.  I am an anxious person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoloft&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anti-bitch pills.  Unless I am on them, no one can stand to be in the same room with me for more than 5 minutes!  They help with my attitude as well as my anxiety and generally make me a more tolerable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prevacid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out too much OTC Motrin can give you an ulcer.  Who knew?!?!  They prescribed &lt;br /&gt;1800 mg OTC and it ate a hole in my tummy, so now I take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reglan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to help with the nausea associated with my anxiety.  It helps.  Especially  since I have IBS as well!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mess!!  And the worst part is, now I have cut back on my drinking, but I am a pharmaceutical junkie now, Doctor sanctioned.  I don't know what's worse.  All I know is that I can't function without either one of my vices anymore, and that is a sad thing.  I can barely walk most days.  I am depressed in the clinical sense of the diagnosis.  But, despite it all, I try to remain optomistic.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114136431124518250?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114136431124518250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114136431124518250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114136431124518250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114136431124518250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/03/drugs.html' title='Drugs'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114125897027957057</id><published>2006-03-01T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:22:50.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why, but I find even the demise of their relationship facinating.  It's like the really bad car crash you can't look away from...&lt;br /&gt;Here's what they have to say.&lt;br /&gt;USA TODAY's Karen Thomas does a comparison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current condition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick Lachey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't feel sorry for me. ... I have a great life," Lachey tells Teen People, on newsstands Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Simpson &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like I can do anything, and there's nobody to answer to but myself," Simpson tells W, on sale Friday in New York and nationwide March 17. "I've finally come to the realization that it's OK to not be perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's ahead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick Lachey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait until the day I have kids. Obviously, it's not the right time for me to be a father, but the one thing I haven't had the chance to dois be a great dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Simpson &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first-ever personal checkbook. "She asked the other day for a checkbook, and I looked at her like she was kidding," her assistant and friend CaCee Cobb tells W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick Lachey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographed recently with former Miss Kentucky USA Elizabeth Ann Arnold. He doesn't talk about his love life in Teen People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Linked in tabloids to Maroon 5 frontman Adam Levine and actor Jude Law. Though W refers to these reports, she refuses to comment on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ex-factor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick Lachey&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;During a photo shoot at a Malibu mansion for the magazine, Lachey says he would love to live in a similar house,then adds that it isn't Simpson's style at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She tells W that she talks to Lachey every few days and that he's "absolutely" one of her best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional resume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick Lachey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just released a new single, What's Left of Me, with still-untitled CD tentatively set for May release. Also, he helped launch yfly.com,a website with an online community for teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Currently filming Employee of the Month (due later this year), in which she stars as a Costco hottie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114125897027957057?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114125897027957057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114125897027957057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114125897027957057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114125897027957057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/03/nick-lachey-and-jessica-simpson.html' title='Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114118661828831169</id><published>2006-02-28T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:16:58.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonalds</title><content type='html'>The average American will eat at Mickey D's 1,879 times during their life.&lt;br /&gt;How many chicken McNuggets is that?  How many Quarter Pounders with cheese?  Considering the fact that we have 4 kids, I don't even want to think about it.  I'm sure we'll finish out waaaaaaaaaaaaaay above the average, as we eat that crap at least once a week.  I saw the documentary, and still can't get past the part where he vomited in the parking lot.  Eeeeeeeeeeew.&lt;br /&gt;But I still love my Big &amp; Tasty, all 68 grams of fat and all.  And my fries, which have come under fire as of late.  YUM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114118661828831169?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114118661828831169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114118661828831169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114118661828831169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114118661828831169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/02/mcdonalds.html' title='McDonalds'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114101784446946651</id><published>2006-02-26T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:24:04.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Innuendo</title><content type='html'>Thinking of someone tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What ravages of spirit&lt;br /&gt;Conjured this temptuous rage&lt;br /&gt;Created you a monster&lt;br /&gt;Broken by the rules of love&lt;br /&gt;And fate has led you through it&lt;br /&gt;You do what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;And fate has led you through it&lt;br /&gt;You do what you have to do ...&lt;br /&gt;And I have the sense to recognize that&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Every moment marked&lt;br /&gt;With apparitions of your soul&lt;br /&gt;I’m ever swiftly moving&lt;br /&gt;Trying to escape this desire&lt;br /&gt;The yearning to be near you&lt;br /&gt;I do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;The yearning to be near you&lt;br /&gt;I do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But I have the sense to recognize&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;A glowing ember&lt;br /&gt;Burning hot&lt;br /&gt;Burning slow&lt;br /&gt;Deep within I’m shaken by the violence&lt;br /&gt;Of existing for only you&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t be with you&lt;br /&gt;I do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t be with you&lt;br /&gt;I do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;And I have sense to recognize but&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to let you go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I know should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how stupid could I be&lt;br /&gt;a simpleton could see&lt;br /&gt;that you're no good for me&lt;br /&gt;but you're the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love has made me a fool&lt;br /&gt;it set me on fire and watched as I floundered&lt;br /&gt;unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;except to cry out and wait for your answer&lt;br /&gt;but you come around in your time&lt;br /&gt;speaking of fabulous places&lt;br /&gt;create an oasis&lt;br /&gt;dries up as soon as you're gone&lt;br /&gt;you leave me here burning&lt;br /&gt;in this desert without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything changes&lt;br /&gt;everything falls apart&lt;br /&gt;can't stop to feel myself losing control&lt;br /&gt;but deep in my senses I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114101784446946651?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114101784446946651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114101784446946651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114101784446946651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114101784446946651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/02/sexual-innuendo.html' title='Sexual Innuendo'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114072761796858066</id><published>2006-02-23T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:46:57.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dipshit</title><content type='html'>Not naming any names...buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut...&lt;br /&gt;I had a sick kid in my house over the weekend.  Not only a sick kid, but a kid who had &lt;em&gt;been &lt;/em&gt; sick &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; missed three days of school last week.  Talk about a lapse in parental reasoning! Only one of many, but the only one that I care to mention today because I am &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; pissed off about it and going into other occurances will only fuel my fire.&lt;br /&gt;I try to be nice.  I have tried to cultivate a civil relationship, and then she does something like this that makes me want to put on my steel-toed Harley boots and kick her in the head.  But it's such a &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; head.  At least she has that one saving grace, not that it matters to me.  But because of it it means I am stuck dealing with the air that leaks out on a consistent basis.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story?  Never date men who have been married!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114072761796858066?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114072761796858066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114072761796858066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114072761796858066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114072761796858066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/02/dipshit.html' title='Dipshit'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114064610614976636</id><published>2006-02-22T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:08:26.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytona 500 Commentary</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am a few days behind with my review.&lt;br /&gt;I am in mourning.  Jamie McMurray should have stayed in his old car.  Not only did #42 finish in 3rd place, #26 wiped it and hit the wall in his first outing in the new car.  NOT a great way to start out the year.  And that's not mentioning the pit where he fucked up and crossed the line.  &lt;em&gt;(sigh)&lt;/em&gt; Maybe I need to pick a new driver.  Not to mention that I hate Crown Royal and the color purple.  It's a sissly looking little car.&lt;br /&gt;pussy partner.  I detest the fact that he dedicated his win to all the "haters".  Kiss my patootie!!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that is was a fun day....we stayed at home with the kiddos and I cooked all day.  We had free sampling of the NASCAR in-car cameras and audio through our cable company, which would have been fun, but the cameras kept going out on us.&lt;br /&gt;And I love love loved the pissing contest between Stewart &amp; Kenseth.  THIS could make for a fun season...the two worst tempers in the game butting heads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114064610614976636?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114064610614976636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114064610614976636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114064610614976636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114064610614976636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/02/daytona-500-commentary.html' title='Daytona 500 Commentary'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114056819732852869</id><published>2006-02-21T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:29:57.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Slacker</title><content type='html'>I have not been paying attention to my blog&lt;br /&gt;It just sits here as I am a bump on a log&lt;br /&gt;The news no longer intrests me&lt;br /&gt;As I have not shot anybody.&lt;br /&gt;I get drunk and listen to my iPod&lt;br /&gt;And rhapodize over Eminem's hot bod&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing good so say&lt;br /&gt;And have considered calling it a day.&lt;br /&gt;But why?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;People like my blog, it may make them cry&lt;br /&gt;If I were suddenly gone&lt;br /&gt;Life would seem oh-so-wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;So comment often and comment well&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that without me, life would be hell&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be more insightful&lt;br /&gt;To post about news items that are delightful.&lt;br /&gt;You won't hear a peep about my back&lt;br /&gt;Even when it's really fuckin' outta whack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114056819732852869?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114056819732852869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114056819732852869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114056819732852869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114056819732852869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-slacker.html' title='Blog Slacker'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-114014807277697355</id><published>2006-02-16T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:50:06.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Mile Curse</title><content type='html'>I am in an Eminem groove tonight.&lt;br /&gt;After I listen to ALL my favorite songs on my iPod (my kids keep saying it's too loud) I'm going to go watch 8 Mile.&lt;br /&gt;What ARE my fave songs by Eminem?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOSE YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am back on food stamps...and it's true they don't buy the goddamn diapers, even though I don't need diapers anymore.  I only applied for public aid this time because of the Medicaid and given all my medical problems I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY IN LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been in enough dysfunctional relationships to GET this song...and to think his relationship with Kim is romantic.  It's a fucked up love story, but is IS a love story...probably the best of our generation, but no one pays attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE TOY SOLDIERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I remember the original by Martika, and it was one of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOCKINGBIRD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little soldier.  Stiffen up your little lip.  I say shit like that to my kids.  I want them to be tough.  And I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE the video, I love the personal introspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YOU MORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, he and Kim are a love story.  A dysfunctional one, based as much on hate as love.  I have been through shit like this...and I relate to it.  No one writes songs like this..."the more that you slap more that it turns me on.  Are you angry?  Good!  Cause you're so beautiful when you're angry".&lt;br /&gt;You fuck other people and I fuck other people, and I fuck other people...one of my BEST relationships was of this nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLEANIN' OUT MY CLOSET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I spent SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many years of my life hating my mother.  We're at peace now, but it WAS tough for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;There's a line in the song that makes me think of my oldest daughter's father..."I was a baby maybe just a couple a months, my faggot father musta had his panties up in a bunch...cause he split I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye (her father didn't)NO I don't on second though I just wish he would die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPERMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cause he looks like my best friend in this video and it makes me horny, ha ha ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 1st song that made me like a rap singer.  I am a country/rock girl.  This is TOTALLY out of my milleu!!  And it's one of about 5 songs that consistently gives me goosebumps.  I liked Dido before this song came out, but I though the sampling was AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WAY I AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he's telling the whole world to fuck off!! I HAVE to love that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARSHALL MATHERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody wants you unless you you're somebody.  I have had money, and people love you.  I have been living in my car, and nobody wants to know you then.  It's abot what's real and what's not...especially in the celebrity world.  None of that is real.  For me, it's just something fun I read while I am taking a shit.  Thank you, Star magazine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's part of their fucked up love story.  It's real.&lt;br /&gt;My husband had MANY MANY other women in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;BESIDES...  &lt;br /&gt;I HATE the name Kim.  I lost a great friend and a great love to a woman named Kim.  I hope she dies a painful death.  It's OK for me to wish this upon her...I'm already going to hell.  So long...bitch you did me so wrong, I don't want to go on living in this world...&lt;br /&gt;The song is a story of a good man with a bad woman, and I KNOW someone like this.  I goddamn loved someone like this, and I lost him when he went back to her.   Kim's a BITCH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for shit.  I got married when I was 16 to a piece of white trash shit.  I know what you're thinking...who ELSE gets married at 16 but white trash?!!?  I wasn't.  I grew up in a pretty suburban home and went to a preppy high school.  But I fell in looooooooove with a piece of shit and married him, got pregnant and moved to a trailer park in Warren Michigan, right at 8 1/2 and Ryan. (I think the blue &amp; white trailer in the movie was the one I used to live in, where my daughter was born and came home to)  &lt;br /&gt;Then I split up with the cheating acne riddled husband.  I lived off of 8 mile right by Rally's.   I had people try to pick me up while I was walking home from the store to buy cigarettes because they thought I as a hooker, because that was the type of neighborhood we lived in.  Never the mind that I had my 2 year old daughter walkng with me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the 8 Mile curse can be broken twice.  Marshall Mathers made it out as a singer/rapper.  I'm going to make it as a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the curse is broken twice, maybe people will start to see it as a hotbed for talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-114014807277697355?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/114014807277697355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=114014807277697355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114014807277697355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/114014807277697355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/02/8-mile-curse.html' title='8 Mile Curse'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113954579936504255</id><published>2006-02-09T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:29:59.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomit</title><content type='html'>Why does illness always play a major part in my life?&lt;br /&gt;I was a severe morning sickness sufferer when I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I have borderline OCD when it comes to vomit.  I hate vomit.  I hate to do it, see it, smell it, hear it and be around anyone who has done it recently.  With 4 kids, you can imagine how hard this is.  Even pet vomit makes me ill.  Tess puked up her dinner last night.  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!  Toby puked up his lunch today...or mabey it was Harley or Annie...anyway, I stepped in it.  UGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113954579936504255?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113954579936504255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113954579936504255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113954579936504255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113954579936504255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/02/vomit.html' title='Vomit'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113876171816309032</id><published>2006-01-31T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:41:58.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>State Of The Union</title><content type='html'>As I am ardently anti-Bush, I seriously doubt that anything he has to say tonight will improve my opinion of him.&lt;br /&gt;Immigrants bad for the economy...he says we can't function without them.  No offense, but they invade our country, we give them tax breaks, welfare and free education.  MY standard of living is shit, but because I am a citiczen and white, I can't get a break to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;Permanent tax cuts?  I have yet to see them benefit my family.  We're not in the six figure income range, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;Reduce discretionary spending??!?  And lose those $20,000 toilet seats?  Doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;I am sickened.  And I am disgusting myself, and lowering the standard of this blog.  I try to avoid Bush bashing at all costs, but I couldn't resist tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113876171816309032?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113876171816309032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113876171816309032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113876171816309032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113876171816309032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/state-of-union.html' title='State Of The Union'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113849562217942075</id><published>2006-01-28T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:47:02.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oprah Show Verdict</title><content type='html'>Well, it wasn't what we thought it would be.  After being strip searched (not really, but damn close...I managed to sneak my cell and a lighter into the show!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA.)  &lt;br /&gt;We were then herded into a room like cattle, where we spent 3 hours with nothing to drink and limited restroom oppourtunities.  DEPRESSING!!&lt;br /&gt;The shows were ok...I got to shake Oprah's hand twice, and we had really great seats for the second taping.&lt;br /&gt;Final verdict?  Sitting in the bar in Oglvie station was more fun waiting for our train than the shows were.  At least it's something we can cross off of our "Things To Do Before We Die Lists".  Would we do it again?!?  Hell no!!  &lt;br /&gt;We were seated in the waiting room next to a BITCH who bragged that she was a finalist on The Apprentice, and that everyone told her that she looked like Faith Hill.  Me and Camille thought she was a Monet Bitch (if you need transaltion, watch Clueless!!)  If you're blonde, were there on 1/26...you know who you are if you read this.  Take your attitude and your law firm and stick it up your tight ass!!  As to your wondering WHY you're still single, it's because you're an egotistical bitch!!! (grin) We HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATED her!!&lt;br /&gt;Eva Longoria and Tony Parker were on the 1st show we saw taped, and she is adorable and TINY!!  Her feet didn't even reach the floor on Oprah's couch.  They had to give her a pillow to sit on.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd give the expierience a 5 out of 10.  Don't go, unless you're prepared for estrogen overload, which we were not.  Even though we drank screwdrivers on the train!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113849562217942075?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113849562217942075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113849562217942075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113849562217942075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113849562217942075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/oprah-show-verdict.html' title='The Oprah Show Verdict'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113813136000432621</id><published>2006-01-24T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:36:00.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OPRAH!!</title><content type='html'>I have negated to post simply because I have had nothing interesting to report.&lt;br /&gt;Now I do.&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday, my friend Camille and I are going to go see Oprah!! YAHOOOOOOOO!!  We get to see 2 shows, one about Desperate Housewives (which I have never seen, but C loves) and one on relationships.  Which is how I got the tickets.  I sent an e-mail detailing my man's inability to commit, and they LOVED it, said they had a zillion other ones like it, and would I like to come to the show and ask a relationship expert my question?  HELL YEAH I WOULD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113813136000432621?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113813136000432621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113813136000432621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113813136000432621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113813136000432621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/oprah.html' title='OPRAH!!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113761499009893478</id><published>2006-01-18T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:09:50.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Day</title><content type='html'>Amazing what a good night's sleep will do for one's outlook.  (I consider anything over three straight hours to be 'good' lately).&lt;br /&gt;It's only life; we all get through it.  It's only money.  I will try not to focus too much on it.  At least I'll lose a few pounds this way ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113761499009893478?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113761499009893478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113761499009893478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113761499009893478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113761499009893478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/better-day.html' title='Better Day'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113755623272403279</id><published>2006-01-17T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:50:32.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Days</title><content type='html'>Stress is eating my brain.  I am taking Darvon and chasing it with Bacardi to calm down, to bring the stress monster back to a managable level.  I am snacking on Xanax.  I smoke 3 packs of cigarettes every day.&lt;br /&gt;What has turned me into this lovely little ball of anxiety?  Financial woes.  Amazing how money rules your life, especially if you have none.&lt;br /&gt;And the Bears lost.  Boo hoo. At least I didn't place any bets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113755623272403279?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113755623272403279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113755623272403279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113755623272403279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113755623272403279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/sad-days.html' title='Sad Days'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113728819084199043</id><published>2006-01-14T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:23:10.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>I have been a deliquent poster yet again.&lt;br /&gt;My eldest daughter had a sinus infection this week, and was home for two days, so I camped out on the couch with her watching Friends and ER reruns.&lt;br /&gt;We found out a family member has cancer and have been trying to acclimate ourselves to the bad news.  It is Jeff's grandfather, he is in his 80's and not in the best of health anyway.  Tonight the rest of the family went up there for a visit, and they took away all his guns because they're afraid he may try to take his own life.  It's a very trying time for all of us, and any prayers would be apprecieated.&lt;br /&gt;Both our famlies combined, this is the 5th cancer victim.  He will eventually succumb to the disease, and will be the 4th loss due to cancer. My mother is a breast cancer survivor...1 year cancer free.&lt;br /&gt;It scares me.  It scares Jeff.  It should scare everyone.  We need to find a cure for this scourge.  I know there have been great strides, but it is not enough.  We need to eradicate cancer in all forms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113728819084199043?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113728819084199043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113728819084199043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113728819084199043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113728819084199043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113693216210519721</id><published>2006-01-10T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:29:22.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potato</title><content type='html'>I used to have a fear of dying alone and my rotting corpse being devoured by my pets.  I know they love me, but I also know anamalistic instinct overrides affection, and they would have no qualms about making me dinner after a week or so.  &lt;br /&gt;I haven't thought about this since moving in with my boyfriend, but this story brought it all rushing back.  (shudder) I hope the cats would respect me enough to at least TRY to eat the fish before chowing down on my corpse.&lt;br /&gt;The mummified body of a woman who didn't want to be buried was found in a chair in front of her television set 2 1/2 years after her death, authorities said.&lt;br /&gt;Pope died in August 2003 at age 61. Her body was found last week in the upstairs of her home on a quiet street. Some family members continued to live downstairs, authorities said. No one answered the doorbell at Pope's home Monday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;It could take weeks to determine Pope's cause of death because little organ tissue was available for testing, Owens said.&lt;br /&gt;An air conditioner had been left running upstairs, and that allowed the body to slowly mummify, he said. The machine apparently stopped working about a month ago, and the body began to smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113693216210519721?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113693216210519721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113693216210519721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113693216210519721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113693216210519721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/couch-potato.html' title='Couch Potato'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113681529883985488</id><published>2006-01-09T07:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:01:38.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Karma</title><content type='html'>A US man threw a mouse he had found in his home onto a pile of burning leaves - only to see it run away and burn his house down. Quote: "I had some leaves burning outside, so I threw it in the fire, and the mouse was on fire and ran back at the house.&lt;br /&gt;If you watch My Name Is Earl, you know the man probably had been trapping mice for years and frying them in sunflower seed oil and eating them with a nice side salad.&lt;br /&gt;Karma's a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113681529883985488?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113681529883985488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113681529883985488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113681529883985488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113681529883985488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-karma.html' title='Bad Karma'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113667778772994315</id><published>2006-01-07T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:49:47.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horray!  Fight The System!! Down With Outsourcing!!</title><content type='html'>A Canadian credit card holder is putting a new twist on an old trick practiced by disgruntled debtors -- repaying his bill in pennies to maximize the collector's inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy when his Canadian bank began outsourcing some of its credit card processing to the United States, the man lodged his protest via the bank's online payment system, jamming its computers by making dozens of tiny payments a day.&lt;br /&gt;Don Rogers said he was worried that anti-terrorism laws in the United States could allow the U.S. government to access his data without his consent.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want the CIA or George Bush to know how many cases of Viagra I bought last week, or what church or charities I donate to," he told Reuters.&lt;br /&gt;Rogers said his card has since been canceled by Vancouver-based Citizens Bank, but he will continue paying his remaining balance of $1,000 Canadian dollars, about $860, one little bit at a time.&lt;br /&gt;He has also decided to run in the Jan. 23 federal election as a candidate for a fringe party that wants to abolish the North American Free Trade Agreement linking Canada, the United States and Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;Citizens Bank spokesman Rolf Baumbusch said such outsourcing was commonplace among Canadian banks because there were "very limited opportunities" for doing the work in Canada. Canada's federal privacy commissioner has ruled the practice is legal as long as customers are informed.&lt;br /&gt;But Canadians should be aware of cross-border privacy issues, said Arthur Cockfield&lt;br /&gt;a law professor at Queen's University in Kingston, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;"More and more our personal information is being rendered into digital formats and zips around the world," he said, adding that any credit card data sent to the United States is subject to U.S. law.&lt;br /&gt;Roger's initial attempt at paying in pennies produced a statement over 32 feet long, according to media reports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113667778772994315?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113667778772994315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113667778772994315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113667778772994315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113667778772994315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/horray-fight-system-down-with.html' title='Horray!  Fight The System!! Down With Outsourcing!!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113658692749376674</id><published>2006-01-06T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:35:27.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Urlacher</title><content type='html'>Brian Urlacher was a frustrated man a year ago. He was injured and called overrated as the Chicago Bears struggled through their third straight losing season. &lt;br /&gt;Now? &lt;br /&gt;The Bears are in the playoffs for the first time in four years.  WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!! An excuse to drink excessively.  If they win, we're celebrating.  If they lose, we're mourning.  Either way, we'll be totally pissed!! &lt;br /&gt;And Urlacher, the latest leader of the Monsters of the Midway, won The Associated Press NFL Defensive Player of the Year award Friday.&lt;br /&gt;The Bears' star middle linebacker and the public face of a ferocious defense that allowed the fewest points in the league this season, Urlacher adds the honor to his 2000 AP Defensive Rookie of the Year award. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7841/1657/1600/NY15101061916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7841/1657/320/NY15101061916.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's definitely exciting," Urlacher said during a conference call. "It's a big honor. When you look at the great defensive players in this league, there's a bunch of them out there." &lt;br /&gt;But his eyes are on a bigger prize. &lt;br /&gt;"This is my sixth year," Urlacher said. "I really hope I have a long way to go and a lot of stuff to prove in this league. I want a ring. All this stuff is great and good, whoop de do. But I want that Super Bowl ring. I feel like we have a really good chance to do it this year." Full-field coverage, intimidating hits and big plays do give us an edge. &lt;br /&gt;And Urlacher did plenty of that this season, after being limited to nine games by leg injuries last season. &lt;br /&gt;"This whole season was a blessing," Urlacher said. "To go through what I went through last year, it was just so frustrating. I can't really explain it because I never had to deal with anything like that before. I had been healthy my whole career high school, college and, up to that point, the NFL." &lt;br /&gt;Besides the injuries, there was the criticism. Eight scouts and two TV analysts all unnamed ranked him the most overrated player in the NFL in a Sporting News article.  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113658692749376674?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113658692749376674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113658692749376674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113658692749376674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113658692749376674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/brian-urlacher.html' title='Brian Urlacher'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113638967983228803</id><published>2006-01-04T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:47:59.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mining Mishap</title><content type='html'>I won't delve into the details surrounding the accident; if you're like me, you've been innundated with images on your local news as well as CNN.&lt;br /&gt;What boggles me is that so much attention is focused on the communication breakdown.  It is unfathomable how it happened in the first place.  It is even more horrendous that they realized the mistake within 20 minutes, yet waited nearly three hours to rectify the misinformation.  Doubtless, they were even then formulating excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I am saddedned for the families.  To have been given false hope and then have it yanked away like that.  To have excuses made, yet no apologies issued.  &lt;br /&gt;The president of the mining company's opening line at the press confrence was "Welcome to the worst day of my life".  Do you doubt for one second that he was referring to the lawsuits that are sure to ensue, or to the bereaved?  I believe it was a referral to the suits to come.  There was no empathy in his manner, only fear for his own ass.&lt;br /&gt;May God be with these people in their time of mourning.  The tragedy will not focus on the human aspect in this case, but on those in the frying pan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113638967983228803?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113638967983228803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113638967983228803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113638967983228803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113638967983228803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/mining-mishap.html' title='Mining Mishap'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113634088910799557</id><published>2006-01-03T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:14:49.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is The Skull Mozart's?</title><content type='html'>Have scientists found Mozart's skull? Researchers said Tuesday they'll reveal the results of DNA tests in a documentary airing Sunday on Austrian television as part of a year of celebratory events marking the composer's 250th birthday.  That's a lot of candles.  I thought turning 30 was pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;The tests were done last year by experts at the Institute for Forensic Medicine in Innsbruck, and the results will be made public in "Mozart: The Search for Evidence," to be screened by state broadcaster ORF.&lt;br /&gt;Past tests were inconclusive, but this time, "we succeeded in getting a clear result," lead researcher Dr. Walther Parson, a forensic pathologist, told ORF. He said the results were "100 percent verified" by a U.S. Army laboratory.  I'd like to know what made the veracity of this round of testing conclusive.  Mayhap it is a load of BS.&lt;br /&gt;For more than a century, the skull has been in the possession of the International Mozarteum Foundation in Salzburg, the elegant Austrian city where Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was born on Jan. 27, 1756.  If you'd seen the movie, you'd know all of this.  Watch the movie.  It's excellent!!&lt;br /&gt;Parson said genetic material from scrapings from the skull was analyzed and compared to DNA samples gathered in 2004 from the thigh bones of Mozart's maternal grandmother and a niece. The bones were recovered when a family grave that was opened in 2004 at Salzburg's Sebastian Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;Mozart died in 1791 at age 35 and was buried in a pauper's grave at Vienna's St. Mark's Cemetery. The location of the grave was initially unknown, but its likely location was determined in 1855.&lt;br /&gt;The grave now is adorned by a column and a sad-looking angel.&lt;br /&gt;Legend has it that a gravedigger who knew which body was Mozart's sneaked the skull out of the grave. The skull -- which is missing its lower jaw -- came to the Mozarteum in Salzburg in 1902, according to Dr. Stephan Pauly, the foundation's director.&lt;br /&gt;The skull long has fascinated experts: In 1991, a French scholar who examined it made the startling -- though unconfirmed -- conclusion that Mozart may have died of complications of a head injury rather than rheumatic fever as most historians believe.&lt;br /&gt;Anthropologist Pierre-Francois Puech of the University of Provence based his belief on a fracture on the skull's left temple. Mozart, he theorized, may have sustained it in a fall, and that would help explain the severe headaches the composer was said to have suffered more than a year before his death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113634088910799557?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113634088910799557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113634088910799557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113634088910799557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113634088910799557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-skull-mozarts.html' title='Is The Skull Mozart&apos;s?'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113631216623072758</id><published>2006-01-03T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:16:06.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Kitty</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know what a sucker I am for animals.  4 cats, fish, 2 gerbils and a dog (and a partridge in a pear tree!).  So is it any surprise this story caught my attention?&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the New Jersey Turnpike can be scary enough. But imagine doing it clinging to the drive train of an SUV.&lt;br /&gt;That was how a gray-and-white domestic shorthair cat traveled for 70 miles before being rescued.  The driver was going down the turnpike from Newark to Cherry Hill two days before Christmas when another driver spotted the cat through the wheel well.&lt;br /&gt;The driver took the frightened feline into the Animal Welfare Association in Voorhees.  I think he should have kept it, after driving it 70 miles from home.  that's what I do every time I find a stray! :)&lt;br /&gt;The association's director speculated that the cat was warming up near the engine when the driver took off.&lt;br /&gt;The cat's paws were burned, a claw was missing and its fur was singed. But otherwise it's OK.  The shelter has named the cat "Miracle" and hopes to find someone who will adopt it and keep it inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113631216623072758?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113631216623072758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113631216623072758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113631216623072758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113631216623072758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/poor-kitty.html' title='Poor Kitty'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113624301201245239</id><published>2006-01-02T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:03:32.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful New Year</title><content type='html'>I DID catch a nice buzz, but it was given to me through an IV in the emergency room.  That's right, I spent my New Years Eve in the ER with an ulcer that popped.  Oops.  At least the drugs were good, though I could think of better ambiance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113624301201245239?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113624301201245239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113624301201245239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113624301201245239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113624301201245239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2006/01/eventful-new-year.html' title='Eventful New Year'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113596425862225275</id><published>2005-12-30T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:37:38.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier Watched Daughter's Birth From Iraq</title><content type='html'>A member of the National Guard stationed in Iraq was able to witness his daughter's birth in Ohio, thanks to the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Maj. Mitch Gargac saw the birth of his third child Thursday on his laptop from a camera set up in a delivery room in Columbus.&lt;br /&gt;A two-way audio feed also allowed him to talk his wife through the six-hour delivery.&lt;br /&gt;Cadence Marie Gargac was born at 12:59 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;There was a problem with the transmission about an hour before the birth, however, when high traffic cut the video feed.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of Gargac's then asked other soldiers who were online to sign off, and the transmission was restored.&lt;br /&gt;Gargac said, "That was kind of an emotional moment."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113596425862225275?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113596425862225275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113596425862225275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113596425862225275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113596425862225275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/soldier-watched-daughters-birth-from.html' title='Soldier Watched Daughter&apos;s Birth From Iraq'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113584233527902668</id><published>2005-12-29T01:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:45:35.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Evaluation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So it was a good year.  Despite my overall grim take on things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are living with me again.&lt;br /&gt;I moved in with my man.&lt;br /&gt;I called my best friend/kid's godmother tonight.  We have plans for New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;I am outta Rockford.&lt;br /&gt;I have something to make my back feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I have great friends.  And no enemies that I know of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113584233527902668?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113584233527902668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113584233527902668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113584233527902668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113584233527902668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-evaluation.html' title='2005 Evaluation'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113579322529656621</id><published>2005-12-28T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:07:05.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Mr. Nice</title><content type='html'>Another posting that proves my theory that people should be subjected to psychological testing before procreating.&lt;br /&gt;Jim Junior Nice, 33, was charged Thursday with three counts of first-degree murder. &lt;br /&gt;Nice admitted the killings after he was taken into custody, and "appeared despondent over his recent divorce," according to a police affidavit.&lt;br /&gt;He also told police he had taken medications in an attempt to kill himself, the affidavit said.&lt;br /&gt;Fatally poisoned were 6-year-old twins, Justin and Spencer, and a 2-year-old girl, Raquel Anna.  The reason behind this abomination?  It was to spare the children the pain of having to go through a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;Divorce records show Jim and Leslie Nice lost custody of the children after the 2004 drowning death of a fourth child, 22-month-old Ian Nice, in a ditch at a local park.  If the kids had already been through so much trauma and didn't live with the parents, what exactly was his reasoning behind this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113579322529656621?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113579322529656621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113579322529656621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113579322529656621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113579322529656621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/meet-mr-nice.html' title='Meet Mr. Nice'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113572012798801163</id><published>2005-12-27T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:48:48.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After The Holidays</title><content type='html'>I am full and I feel fat&lt;br /&gt;Some of the gifts I got made me go "DRAT!!"&lt;br /&gt;I drank too much on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;So that my senses took a temporary leave&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day I spent in a haze&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Bears in a happy daze&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we won...off to the playoffs we go&lt;br /&gt;Where Peyton will surely make us feel low&lt;br /&gt;I still have egg nog in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I've lost the will to live.&lt;br /&gt;Boxes and paper litter my floor&lt;br /&gt;I really can't take any more!&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be New Years Eve&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll surely want to heave&lt;br /&gt;I hate the promise of a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;When all it is, really, is another day to fart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113572012798801163?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113572012798801163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113572012798801163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113572012798801163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113572012798801163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-holidays.html' title='After The Holidays'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113537248322188194</id><published>2005-12-23T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:14:43.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Santa Runs Out Of Prozac</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I've written you for three years now asking for a fire truck. &lt;br /&gt;Please, I really really want a fire truck this year! &lt;br /&gt;Love, Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Joey,&lt;br /&gt;Let me make it up to you. Christmas Eve, while you sleep, I'm &lt;br /&gt;gonna torch your house.  You'll have more fire trucks than you'll &lt;br /&gt;know what to do with.&lt;br /&gt;- Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for &lt;br /&gt;my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can &lt;br /&gt;do. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Teddy,&lt;br /&gt;What, and ruin that hot affair your dad's still having with the&lt;br /&gt;babysitter?  He's banging her like a screen door in a hurricane, &lt;br /&gt;son!  Let me get you some nice Legos instead. &lt;br /&gt;- Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots&lt;br /&gt;or your reindeer outside the backdoor. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Susan,&lt;br /&gt;Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face.&lt;br /&gt;You want to be a kiss-ass? Leave me a glass of Chivas Regal and &lt;br /&gt;some Toblerone.&lt;br /&gt;-Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;- Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy,&lt;br /&gt;That whiney-begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap&lt;br /&gt;don't work up here. You're getting a sweater again. &lt;br /&gt;- Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you making toys?&lt;br /&gt;Your friend, Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Thomas,&lt;br /&gt;All toys get made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend&lt;br /&gt;most my time squeezing cocktail waitresses asses, and losing all &lt;br /&gt;my cash at the craps table. Hey, YOU wanted to know! &lt;br /&gt;- Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I wud like a kool toy space ranjur for Xmas. Iv ben a good boy all&lt;br /&gt;yeer.&lt;br /&gt;YeR FReND, BiLLy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Billy,&lt;br /&gt;Nice spelling. You're on your way to being a career lawncare &lt;br /&gt;specialist.  How 'bout I send you a fucking book so you can learn&lt;br /&gt;to read and write?  I'm giving your older brother the space &lt;br /&gt;ranger, at least HE can spell!&lt;br /&gt;-Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is&lt;br /&gt;peace and joy in the world for everybody!  &lt;br /&gt;Love, Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they? &lt;br /&gt;- Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I need more Pokemon cards please! All my friends have more Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;cards than me. Please see what you can do.  &lt;br /&gt;Love, Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Michelle,&lt;br /&gt;It blows my fucking mind. Kids are forcing their parents to buy &lt;br /&gt;hundreds of dollars worth of these stupid cards, and none of you &lt;br /&gt;snot-nosed brats are even learning to play the game. Let me get &lt;br /&gt;you something more your speed, like "Chutes and Ladders." &lt;br /&gt;- Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I want a new bike, playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, &lt;br /&gt;a drum kit, a pony and a tuba. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Francis,&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck names their kid "Francis" nowadays? &lt;br /&gt;- Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're&lt;br /&gt;awake, like in the song?  &lt;br /&gt;Love, Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jessica,&lt;br /&gt;You are that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do, I'm skipping &lt;br /&gt;your house... &lt;br /&gt;- Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Santa,&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?&lt;br /&gt;Love, Marky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark,&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, stop calling yourself "Marky"; that's why you're getting&lt;br /&gt;your ass whipped at school. Secondly, you don't live in a house, &lt;br /&gt;that's a low-rent apartment complex you're living in. Thirdly, I &lt;br /&gt;get inside your pad just like all the burglars do, through your &lt;br /&gt;bedroom window. Sweet Dreams! &lt;br /&gt;- Santa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113537248322188194?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113537248322188194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113537248322188194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113537248322188194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113537248322188194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-santa-runs-out-of-prozac.html' title='When Santa Runs Out Of Prozac'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113531025872918950</id><published>2005-12-22T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:57:38.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Rant</title><content type='html'>Erica at Prudential is a bitch.  She lied.  All insurance reps lie, especially at this time of year, to boost their bonuses.  It is unconcisable.  They have no souls.&lt;br /&gt;Corrina is an even BIGGER bitch, because she is a whore in a supervisory position.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT able to go back to work!! I have 7 doctors willing and able (and they have sent in the proper documentation, in triplicate) to testify to this fact.&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking Xanax like M&amp;M's. It is not helping.  I have been drinking rum with a splash of eggnog.  It is not helping either.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to let this ruin my Xmas. &lt;br /&gt;I will worry about it on the 26th and have a shitty New Year.  That's less important, and just another excuse to be drunk!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113531025872918950?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113531025872918950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113531025872918950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113531025872918950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113531025872918950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-rant.html' title='Another Rant'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113518287915934271</id><published>2005-12-21T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:34:39.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rant</title><content type='html'>You would think there would be a smidgen of kindness in peoples' hearts this time of year.  I guess that does not apply to insurance agencies.  There was a "computer glitch" and they told me my benefits had been discontinued as of 11/30.  No money this month, honey.&lt;br /&gt;I called this morning and had a much more helpful individual than the day before (thank you Erica!!). Lo and behold, they are not set to expire until 12/26...THEN I expect the real fun to begin, with denials and appeals like it was 2 years ago.  Pure hell.  ANYWAY.  I am getting paid this month, but the funds won't be in there til Friday now, so I am going to be reduced to being one of those last minute assholes rushing and shoving my way through the mall.  BAH!&lt;br /&gt;So far, the moving transition has gone well; the boxes are unpacked, the kids are noisy as hell, and we're all having a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I am not up to my usual lovely prose today; I am a bit wired on caffeine and cold pills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113518287915934271?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113518287915934271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113518287915934271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113518287915934271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113518287915934271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/rant.html' title='A Rant'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113513970458714381</id><published>2005-12-20T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:35:04.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeweechu</title><content type='html'>One beautiful December evening Huan Cho and his girlfriend Jung &lt;br /&gt;Lee were sitting by the side of the ocean. It was a romantic full &lt;br /&gt;moon, when Huan  Cho said "Hey baby, let's play Weeweechu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, not now, lets look at the moon" said Jung Lee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I play Weeweechu. I love you and &lt;br /&gt;it's the perfect time," Huan Cho Begged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I rather just hold your hand and watch the moon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please Jung Lee, just once play Weeweechu with me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung Lee looked at Huan Chi and said, "OK, we'll play Weeweechu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huan Cho grabbed his guitar and they both sang....."Weeweechu a &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry &lt;br /&gt;Christmas, and a Happy New Year."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113513970458714381?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113513970458714381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113513970458714381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113513970458714381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113513970458714381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/weeweechu.html' title='Weeweechu'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113488178980866022</id><published>2005-12-17T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:56:29.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Again</title><content type='html'>I am SO scared.  &lt;br /&gt;After six and a half years, I am going to be a full-time Mom again, with my kids living with me.  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!  Bring on the Xanax.  I am elated, terrified to the point of puking on my shoes, and happier than I have been in the whole six plus years.&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention terrified?&lt;br /&gt;They're registered in their new schools, I spent almost $1,500 on a new bedroom set for them and I am (I think) ready for a ravenous 13 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!  Will post more once they're here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113488178980866022?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113488178980866022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113488178980866022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113488178980866022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113488178980866022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/mom-again.html' title='Mom Again'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113458569174482018</id><published>2005-12-14T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:41:31.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am SOOOOOOO Bored</title><content type='html'>...so I decided to see if I can make a list of everyone I've ever known using the entire alphabet.  Sounds like a great way to spend a snowy afternoon, dosen't it?  Maybe it will take my mind off of the fact that my feet are freakin' FREEZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A - My dear buddy Adam&lt;br /&gt;B - Ex-friend, would-be stealer of other people's girlfriends Bob.  AKA Cheap Whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;C - A girl I used to cheat off of in math class in jr high Corrine&lt;br /&gt;D - Debbie, one of my friends in elementary school&lt;br /&gt;E - Eddie Spaghetti. Hope Xmas in Riga is fun this year!!&lt;br /&gt;F - Nope.  No one here.&lt;br /&gt;G - Greg, the first boy I ever kissed.  I cornered him in 1st grade under the teacher's desk and planted one on him!!&lt;br /&gt;H - Hanaka, a Japaneese exchange student I was friends with&lt;br /&gt;I - Iona the brilliant artist&lt;br /&gt;J - Jimmy The Shit.  A drunk Sox fan.&lt;br /&gt;K - Is for Kelli with whom I used to skip school and shoot pool.&lt;br /&gt;L - Lisa, of whom I do not see nearly enough!&lt;br /&gt;M - My Mom, of course, ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;O - Olivia, a mild acquaintence.  Her kids are obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;P - My ex-boyfriend that I would like to burn at the stake for stealing all of my stuff, Pete.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Only through the Harry Potter books, Professor Quirrel&lt;br /&gt;R - Randy, a guy who liked me that I REALLY should have dated&lt;br /&gt;S - The ONLY guy to ever have given me a perfect kiss, Steve. He was also the first one to give me my first "real" kiss.&lt;br /&gt;T - Is for Tony, to whom I lost my virginity. Kissing Steve was MUCH more fun!&lt;br /&gt;U - Another empty spot.&lt;br /&gt;V - Unless I can use last names, I'm drawing a blank for VWXY and Z.&lt;/em&gt;That was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113458569174482018?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113458569174482018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113458569174482018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113458569174482018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113458569174482018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-sooooooo-bored.html' title='I Am SOOOOOOO Bored'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113457934572365549</id><published>2005-12-14T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:55:45.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog Baby?</title><content type='html'>This falls under the heading of sad more than humorous oddities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7841/1657/1600/local1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7841/1657/320/local1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors and nurses at Al-Jomhouri Hospital were surprised on Monday morning while delivering a newborn who was shaped as a frog. The mother, 18, who requested not to be identified, attributed the strange shape to the consumption of drugs during her pregnancy without consulting the physician. &lt;br /&gt;According to her, the medicines she used to take were indisposed analgesics under the term of Vulturine and others without visiting doctors because there isn't any health unit in her locality or close to her residence. The lady was compelled by her relatives to buy analgesics from grocers in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the lady had visited the hospital one month prior to her delivery as she has been suffering from severe pains in the left side of her abdomen, the pain was severe to the extent that she was unable to sit down, and made her relatives take her to the hospital with the belief that she had kidney-related problems. After diagnosing her, physicians discovered that the fetus was dead and has congenital deformity and the mother was in a condition of parturition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113457934572365549?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113457934572365549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113457934572365549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113457934572365549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113457934572365549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/frog-baby.html' title='Frog Baby?'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113450929525059969</id><published>2005-12-13T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:28:15.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Mary</title><content type='html'>"South Park" has proved again that nothing's sacred.&lt;br /&gt;The Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights is condemning an episode of "South Park" that it said "defiled" the Virgin Mary.&lt;br /&gt;The cartoon, which runs on Comedy Central, features an episode this week titled "Bloody Mary," in which a South Park character claims to have been sprayed with blood from a body orifice of a Virgin Mary statue. When Pope Benedict investigates, he declares that she's just having her period.&lt;br /&gt;The Catholic League is urging the board of Viacom, which owns Comedy Central, to apologize to Catholics and stop the episode from airing the next several nights as scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;The Catholic League notes that Viacom board member Joseph Califano is a practicing Catholic, and that Thursday was the church's feast of the Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113450929525059969?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113450929525059969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113450929525059969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113450929525059969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113450929525059969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/bloody-mary.html' title='Bloody Mary'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113445033586883389</id><published>2005-12-12T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:05:35.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts,  music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor &lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer &lt;br /&gt;Dancer  - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maroon 5 Shares Your Taste in Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/maroon-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.462765444&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See their whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;Which Musician (or Group) Shares Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113445033586883389?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113445033586883389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113445033586883389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113445033586883389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113445033586883389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/quiz-results.html' title='Quiz Results'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113442344780673328</id><published>2005-12-12T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:37:27.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>Well, my disc is still herniated.  And it is continuing to deteroriate.  Now, the docs have decided to give me epidural spinal injections to try and kill the pain.  For someone with nine tattoos, you'd think the thought of needles wouldn't be so bothersome.  HOWEVER.  A tattoo neeedle is tiny.  Epidural needles are huuuuuuuuuuuuge.  I inadvertantly saw what they stuck into me while I was in labor with my second daughter.&lt;br /&gt;The second dose of bad news is that on top of the herniation, I have degenerative disc disease.  What that means, as basically as possible, is that my disc is going to rot away until I am crippled.  At some point, I may be a candidate for fusion surgery, where they remove the disc through your back, fuse the spine with metal rods and sew you up for awhile.  Then at a later date, they go in through the abdominal cavity and replace the disc with a fake one.  Sounds like fun, dosen't it?&lt;br /&gt;On Jan. 16th it will have been 3 years that I've been dealing with this.  Attorneys. Doctors.  Failed career and school plans.  Constant and unrelenting pain.  &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done with the pity party.  I don't indulge very often, but I felt the need today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113442344780673328?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113442344780673328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113442344780673328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113442344780673328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113442344780673328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-diagnosis.html' title='My Diagnosis'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113435888543353218</id><published>2005-12-11T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:41:25.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Bears</title><content type='html'>The field was soft and muddy and the snow was falling heavily on one of those nasty-weather days most NFL offensive players despise. To Jerome Bettis, the conditions were next to perfect.  Next to Da Bears, Steelers are my favorite team in the NFL.  I especially love The Bus.&lt;br /&gt;Bettis, the NFL's No. 5 career rusher but a forgotten man much of the season, plowed through the muck and snow for two touchdowns and 101 yards and the Pittsburgh Steelers beat Chicago 21-9 on Sunday to end the Bears' eight-game winning streak.  Sigh.  I have to give him due credit, but it fries my ass to do so.&lt;br /&gt;A season-long lack of offense finally caught up to the Bears (9-4) as their normally exceptional defense was FAR below par, failing to generate any turnovers despite a day seemingly made for mistakes. Instead, it was made for the 260-pound Bus, a power runner who doesn't need snow tires when the temperatures fall and the going gets rough. "He's a mudder," wide receiver Hines Ward said. "Those were great field conditions for him. People think he's down and out and he had a game like he had today."  Another sigh.  Even when we lose to them, I can't help but love 'em.  This was a HELLA tough game for me to watch, with my divided loyalties.&lt;br /&gt;"We're a lot better defense than we were out there," coach Lovie Smith said. "It was a bad day for the Bears."&lt;br /&gt;No shit.&lt;br /&gt;But when the Bears finally needed him to bring them from behind, Orton (17-of-35, 207 yards) couldn't do it, or come close. Still, Smith never considered pulling him for Rex Grossman, who is back after breaking an ankle during the preseason.&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME GROSSMAN!!!  Even though he's only played a total of 8 games, I'd like to see what he's got.  It can't be worse than what we have, though Orton did pull a coupla great passes out of his ass.  I don't think he's got "it", and I think Rex does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113435888543353218?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113435888543353218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113435888543353218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113435888543353218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113435888543353218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-poor-bears.html' title='My Poor Bears'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113415180976239266</id><published>2005-12-09T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:10:09.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER Doctor</title><content type='html'>Off I go to yet another neurologist.  To be poked, prodded and bent into painful pretzel-like positions.  It promises to be a very unpleasant expierience, as these things usually are.&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are not high; in a likelihood, they will pat me on the head and say that there is nothing they can do for me.  The story of my life these past three years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113415180976239266?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113415180976239266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113415180976239266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113415180976239266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113415180976239266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-doctor.html' title='ANOTHER Doctor'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113406297798145649</id><published>2005-12-08T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:29:38.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Holiday News</title><content type='html'>A Miami Beach man is being called a Scrooge by his neighbors. The reason is his unusual holiday display that is upsetting both parents and children. &lt;br /&gt;The scene: a life sized Santa Claus blindfolded, with his wrists bound, a noose tied around his neck and hung from a tree on west 50th street.  If you live near there, take a picture and send it to me! I'll give you $10!!  Well...maybe $5.  I'd love to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Canada's leading cinema chains has stopped handing out Christmas wrapping paper to its patrons after parents complained it featured angels fondling each other suggestively, newspapers reported on Tuesday.  The paper features a male angel grasping the breast of his female partner, while she has hold of his genitals, as they kiss. Both are fully clothed in white angel attire.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, is that how angels are made?  Even I have to pooh-pooh this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113406297798145649?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113406297798145649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113406297798145649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113406297798145649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113406297798145649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/weird-holiday-news.html' title='Weird Holiday News'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113400535185636561</id><published>2005-12-07T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:29:11.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I accomplished today</title><content type='html'>1. Wrapped presents.  Broke a friggin' nail right off while doing it too, and did it ever hurt like a bitch!  125 feet of wrapping paper, 2 rolls of tape and a pile of wrapped presents that I have no place to put.  Still have tons left to do, but felt like 3 hours was enough time spent.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Registered Smelly and Lizard for school.  YAY!!  &lt;br /&gt;I need better nicknames for the kids.  We have a Peanut, Rocky, Smelly and LizardBreath.  We are so damaging their psyches.&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is still a mess, and I DO. NOT. CARE.  Jeff is working doubles, so he won't be awake long enough to make note of the disarray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113400535185636561?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113400535185636561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113400535185636561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113400535185636561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113400535185636561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-i-accomplished-today.html' title='Things I accomplished today'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113397845104688610</id><published>2005-12-07T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:00:51.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I need to do today</title><content type='html'>My closet looks like Santa Claus' elves vomited in there.  There are bags, boxes, boxes and bags.  I MUST BEGIN WRAPPING!!!  Otherwise I will have to do this much hated chore all in one evening, and that is a deplorable thought.  Not even the thought of liberally spiked egg nog makes it any more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;Empty my dishwasher.  The dishes will begin to fosilize if I don't get them out of there soon.  I've been so busy, we've been eating a lot of take-out lately, and my kitchen area is none to spiffy looking.&lt;br /&gt;Register the kids for school.  Peanut said I should let them take the next six months off...nice to know he's sticking up for his step-sisters.  I told him that was a no-go, that they'd have to get jobs and learn to drive.  Since they're too young, all that falls under the heading of child labor.  I much prefer to keep that labor force at home for now folding laundry and scrubbing out the tub.&lt;br /&gt;And shopping.  I must once again venture out into retail hell and purchase MORE things, which will go into the closet and add to the mess.&lt;br /&gt;So...I'd better suck down the rest of my coffee and get my ass in gear!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113397845104688610?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113397845104688610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113397845104688610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113397845104688610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113397845104688610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/stuff-i-need-to-do-today.html' title='Stuff I need to do today'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113392901784910241</id><published>2005-12-06T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:25:50.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Cat</title><content type='html'>Big surprise, considering I have 4. &lt;br /&gt;Toby is my first, and my favorite.  Jr. is the antisocial lil fucker I got to keep cat #1 company.  If Toby didn't love him so much, I'd get rid of him.&lt;br /&gt;Annie is the stray I took in, gave away, and she came back to me.  She is mine by default, because she chose me.  I love her to death.  I think she just loves my warm couch and a full bowl of food.&lt;br /&gt;Harley is another charity case; blind in both eyes and a klutz because of it and ugly as sin to boot.  He has the most lovable personality of ANYONE...cats, dogs and PEOPLE included!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MI/MIS/missmosy/1133603862_EMyPicturescat-girl.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c7f874)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feline&lt;br /&gt;You are Sexy and domeneering and love to be in&lt;br&gt;control, you are pamperd beyond belif and your&lt;br&gt;life revolves around you, people don't hate you&lt;br&gt;for this actually they envy you you have it&lt;br&gt;all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/missmosy/quizzes/what%20were%20you%20in%20your%20past%20life%3F/"&gt; what were you in your past life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113392901784910241?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113392901784910241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113392901784910241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113392901784910241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113392901784910241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-cat.html' title='I Am A Cat'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113390134492807662</id><published>2005-12-06T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:35:44.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Put The Snap Back In Your Turtle</title><content type='html'>It's enough to raise your blood pressure.  Or cancel your prescription for Viagra.&lt;br /&gt;Seniors looking for information about the new Medicare prescription drug program got one of those phone sex hotlines instead.&lt;br /&gt;Humana, a health insurance company, sent out letters to thousands of people who asked about the new program. The letter lists a toll free 1-800 number for info.&lt;br /&gt;But there's a typo in the phone number.  Imagine that...insurance companies making a mistake!&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Medicare information, callers are hearing a pitch for something called "Intimate Encounters." Humana spokesman Dick Brown (the PERFECT guy to use as a spokesman in this instance) said the mistake is "very unfortunate." He said the number is being corrected for future mailings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113390134492807662?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113390134492807662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113390134492807662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113390134492807662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113390134492807662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/put-snap-back-in-your-turtle.html' title='Put The Snap Back In Your Turtle'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113356956137565553</id><published>2005-12-02T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:26:01.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat Me</title><content type='html'>A dominatrix probably isn't what donors to a New York charity had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Alexander is charged with stealing money from the charity he runs, in part to pay for beatings by a dominatrix. Prosecutors accuse Alexander of embezzling more than $237,000 in heart disease research funds from the Cardiovascular Research Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;According to authorities, Alexander paid $11,000 to a woman who calls herself Lady Sage. According to her Web site, Lady Sage charges $250 an hour or $1,500 for an eight-hour session. &lt;br /&gt;This does NOT fall under the heading of charitable donations.  Perhaps it would if he had ejaculated, and then donated it to a sperm bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113356956137565553?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113356956137565553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113356956137565553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113356956137565553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113356956137565553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/beat-me.html' title='Beat Me'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113345267828197052</id><published>2005-12-01T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:57:58.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are Politics?</title><content type='html'>A kid goes to his dad and asks, "Dad, what are politics?" &lt;br /&gt;His dad replies, " Put it this way; I am the breadwinner of the family so I am capatilism. Your mom is the owner of the money so she is government. The government is the provider for the people so you are the people. Your baby brother will be the future, and the nanny is the working class. Now think about that." &lt;br /&gt;So he went to bed. He was woken by his brother. The baby had pooped in his diaper. He went to tell his parents, but he only found his mom asleep in the bed. He didn't want to wake her, so he went to the nanny. The door was locked. He checked through a hole and saw the dad in bed with the nanny. He went back to bed. The next morning, he went to his dad and said, "Dad I know what you mean now." &lt;br /&gt;"You do? Tell me." &lt;br /&gt;"OK, while capatilism is screwing the working class, the government is sound asleep, while the people are watching the future being pooped on!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113345267828197052?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113345267828197052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113345267828197052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113345267828197052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113345267828197052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-are-politics.html' title='What Are Politics?'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113336869353531925</id><published>2005-11-30T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:38:13.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final Resting Place</title><content type='html'>So much for my dream to have my ashes spread in Soldier Field.  Apparently, such things are illegal.&lt;br /&gt;The Eagles season is going down in flames, but that's not the reason a man was busted trying to spread ashes on the field Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Notboom, 44, of Tempe, Ariz., was arrested during the game at Philadelphia's Lincoln Financial Field. He told police he wanted to spread the ashes of his dead mother, who was a loyal Eagles fan.&lt;br /&gt;Notboom was trying to fulfill his mother's dying wish when he charged the field and spread her cremated ashes onto the field during the Eagles-Packers game.&lt;br /&gt;His mother was from Doylestown, Pa., and died of emphysema in January.&lt;br /&gt;Football fans watched Notboom run on the field waving a bag in his right hand, spreading the ashes near the 50-yard line.&lt;br /&gt;He then made the sign of the cross and laid face first on the field as he was apprehended by Eagles security.&lt;br /&gt;Notboom is charged with defiant trespassing, which is a misdemeanor. His hearing is scheduled for next month.&lt;br /&gt;A team spokeswoman said the Eagles have gotten requests to spread ashes in the past, but it's never allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like I'm doomed to spend eternity on someone's fireplace mantle.  I guess it coud be worse...my Aunt and my Grandfather are in a closet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113336869353531925?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113336869353531925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113336869353531925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113336869353531925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113336869353531925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-final-resting-place.html' title='My Final Resting Place'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113322645955809293</id><published>2005-11-28T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:07:39.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic Fetish</title><content type='html'>Everyone's man has a fetish.  Feet are popular.  So are butts, breasts, legs and jell-o.&lt;br /&gt;Meet Sean Kobin. The Wisconsin man, a freak if ever there was one, will be spending time in a Milwaukee jail due to his toxic sexual compulsion. Kobin, you see, gets off by watching women vomit, a process he helps along by feeding them caustic liquid substances. &lt;br /&gt;The 20-year-old was charged earlier this month with felony reckless injury when a woman suffered serious chemical burns after drinking a solution containing sodium hydroxide, a bleach-like substance that Kobin told cops he used at his job to strip aluminum from copper. When Chrystal Kolinski fell to the ground and began vomiting blood, Kobin captured her agony with a camcorder, according to a Circuit Court criminal complaint. &lt;br /&gt;Kolinski, 33, told investigators that Kobin had pestered her for days to drink an "unknown liquid" which, she thought, "just tasted gross and would not hurt her." Instead, Kobin's brew nearly killed her, causing severe burns to the single mother's esophagus and stomach. &lt;br /&gt;Kinda makes my fur-lined handcuffs seem tame by comparison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113322645955809293?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113322645955809293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113322645955809293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113322645955809293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113322645955809293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/toxic-fetish.html' title='Toxic Fetish'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113313728554393655</id><published>2005-11-27T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:21:25.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ode To The Holidays</title><content type='html'>Thursday I gorged on turkey&lt;br /&gt;Until my stomach felt a wee bit murky&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing, potatoes and pumpkin pie too&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing to ease my urge to poo.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I sat&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very fat&lt;br /&gt;In sweatpants and slippers watching the shoppers gather&lt;br /&gt;On-line shopping I'd much rather&lt;br /&gt;SALE SALE SALE was the chant&lt;br /&gt;Whilst elbows were thrown in a rant&lt;br /&gt;CLICK CLICK went my mouse,&lt;br /&gt;Packages delivered straight to my house&lt;br /&gt;Postal service, UPS and FedEx&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, "This is better than sex!"&lt;br /&gt;Free shipping to boot,&lt;br /&gt;I bought many things that are just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;So even though I stayed in the house&lt;br /&gt;With my dog and cats, quiet as a mouse&lt;br /&gt;Retail giants need not despair&lt;br /&gt;I did more damage to my credit than I can repair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113313728554393655?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113313728554393655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113313728554393655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113313728554393655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113313728554393655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-ode-to-holidays.html' title='My Ode To The Holidays'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113312589023570908</id><published>2005-11-27T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:11:30.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Fingers</title><content type='html'>Planning a wedding is fun. Picking out the flowers, torturing your bridesmaids with hideous dresses.  I look forward to the day when Jeff and I start planning our own wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we can trust our friends.  In Brownsville, TX ome wedding guests are suspected of helping themselves to the happy couple's presents.&lt;br /&gt;A police report says $2,500 in cash and gifts are missing from a "money tree" at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;The not-so-happy couple told police they believe a two of their guests pocketed some of the cash as the tree was being taken down after the reception.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the party favors weren't enough for the sticky-fingered wedding guests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113312589023570908?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113312589023570908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113312589023570908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113312589023570908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113312589023570908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/sticky-fingers.html' title='Sticky Fingers'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113296375805268973</id><published>2005-11-25T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:09:18.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>What a blissful day.  While the ones who are prone to trample-related injury rise at 3:00 AM to stand outside and freeze, I am snug as a bug in my little bed, sleeping triptophan induced dreams.&lt;br /&gt;We did brave the horde and head to Best Buy.  I had in in my head that I wanted the Friends Boxed Set, and try as I might I couldn't being myself to pay over $200 to watch the antics of Phoebe &amp; Joey again.  Chandler's wit IS priceless, but I think I'll try my luck on Ebay.  There has GOT to be a cheaper way for me to get these DVDs.  It is my one driving ambition this holiday season...and the only thing I really want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113296375805268973?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113296375805268973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113296375805268973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113296375805268973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113296375805268973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/black-friday-friends.html' title='Black Friday &amp; Friends'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113276432203532805</id><published>2005-11-23T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T10:45:22.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays Need Not Apply</title><content type='html'>I like to think I am pretty liberal in my thinking; live and let live, as long as you don't hurt anyone in the process.  After all, I am a card-carrying member of the "I don't give a shit" generation.  Or I used to be, before I started paying taxes and lived a few years without health insurance!&lt;br /&gt;The stance the Cathoic church has my ass up on my shoulder though, with the proclamation that says sexually active homosexuals and those who support gay culture are unwelcome in the priesthood, unless the candidate has gotten over homosexual tendencies for at least three years.&lt;br /&gt;The church won't let gays marry.  Homosexuality is a sin.  Yet they're willing to drop their standards and let gay men become preists.  In the position they've been in lately, with priests being brought up on molestation charges, one would think this would be the last thing that they would want.  "Check the little box that says 'heterosexual' to gain enrty into seminary, please."  &lt;br /&gt;One does not "overcome" gayness. It's a part of who you are; ingrained into you culture by way of your relationships, by the company you keep and how society as a whole views you.  &lt;br /&gt;And who set the three year parameter?  Poof!  After 1,095 days all traces of gayness have vanished from you, as if a fairy has waved her sparkling magic wand, sprinkled tastefully color coordinated fairy dust all over you, and you are now heterosexual?  &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shouldn't have used a fairy to make that analogy.  Oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113276432203532805?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113276432203532805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113276432203532805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113276432203532805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113276432203532805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/gays-need-not-apply.html' title='Gays Need Not Apply'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113267881617310871</id><published>2005-11-22T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:00:16.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy</title><content type='html'>Have I been deliquient about posting!!  &lt;br /&gt;Shopping is my excuse.  Bed Bath &amp; Beyond.  Peir 1.  Target.  I have put some major damage on my pieces of plastic BEFORE the retail giants expect me to.  But I am ahead of the game; I got some amazing deals, crossed off over half of my list and still have over a month before Xmas arrives.  YAHOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;In my recent hiatus I have also discovered the secret to getting your man to behave.  It is a sneaky and underhanded trick.  It hurt me to have to stoop so low, but boy, was the payoff ever worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I told him I was going to marry another man.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I played sick for two days while he ran around and took care of all the kiddos (well, I wasn't really playing.  I DID have a fever of 100.7 degrees).  He brought me dinner in bed, felt my forehead every few minutes and yelled at me about my germs when I tried to kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he came home from work and then took me to our neighboorhood tavern to meet for drinks with one of the guys he works with.  Then, in a stroke of apologetic genius, he took me to Menards, where we spent 45 minutes and $100 picking out ornaments for our tree.  Then we came home and ordered Chineese food.&lt;br /&gt;What a guy..even if I DID have to stoop uncharestically low to get him to act like this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113267881617310871?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113267881617310871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113267881617310871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113267881617310871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113267881617310871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/therapy.html' title='Therapy'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113215730313317071</id><published>2005-11-16T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:08:23.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance Companies</title><content type='html'>Gallagher-Basset.  Prudential.  These are two names that cause the bile to rise into the back of my throat.  Their reps are condesending.  Their policies are skewed.  The ammount of paperwork one has to file is astonishing.  Yet even after all of that, NOTHING gets accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;I have a back injury, which means that when I am not plopped on the couch watching HBO all day, I am on the phone with theese eijits.  Eijits!!  Yes, that is a valid word when applied to insurance reps.&lt;br /&gt;My counter looks like a pharmacy with all the pills I take.   I have gained SO much weight because I can't jog in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Loss of income, loss of my sense of self.  How do you put a price tag on these things?  I spend all day in a vicodin induced haze to try and dull the pain, which almost never works.&lt;br /&gt;And as a topper today, it is snowing.  Itty bitty white flakes are being driven into my window with gale force winds.  Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113215730313317071?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113215730313317071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113215730313317071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113215730313317071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113215730313317071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/insurance-companies.html' title='Insurance Companies'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113192027559793231</id><published>2005-11-13T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:17:58.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Sunday</title><content type='html'>A pot of chili bubbling in the crock pot.  Not only do the Bears win, but one of the. Best. Plays. Ever. occured (of course, I was at Dominicks on a booze run.  I left with 34 seconds left in the half, not thinking anything good was going to happen).  I have seen the replay about 87 times so far though.&lt;br /&gt;Tess is being adorable, chewing on her Packer's sweatshirt. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7841/1657/1600/DSC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7841/1657/200/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Jeff is asleep on the couch with the race on, and I am blogging.  Neither one of us took a shower today (ew!!) and we're just sitting around in sweats.  My brain is mush.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will think of something profound to post.  Today I am just enjoying domestic bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113192027559793231?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113192027559793231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113192027559793231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113192027559793231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113192027559793231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/perfect-sunday.html' title='The Perfect Sunday'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113185397907244198</id><published>2005-11-12T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:52:59.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A disturbed Brooklyn man who believed his mother loved the family dog more than him hurled the pooch out a fifth-floor window to its death Friday afternoon after attacking his mom, police and relatives said."He had a mental problem and he's smoking the reefer," his mom said. "It was eating his brain cells."  &lt;br /&gt;Having known more than a few potheads in my time, I find it hard to believe that a hardcore bud smoker would have the energy to carry out this task.  If he ate the dog after a raging case of the munchies, I'd be more apt to buy into the plausibility behind the story.  Most likely, the dog was a yappy little fucker who was kiling the guy's buzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113185397907244198?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113185397907244198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113185397907244198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113185397907244198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113185397907244198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/disturbed-brooklyn-man-who-believed.html' title=''/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113166817144257810</id><published>2005-11-10T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:16:11.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I started a new photo blog of pics of our family.  &lt;br /&gt;I do not promise to update it on a regurlar basis.&lt;br /&gt;I do not promise to always post flattering pictures.&lt;br /&gt;But it'll give all of you out in the blogosphere an idea of what I have to deal with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://boringpicsofus.blogspot.com"&gt;Pictures Of Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113166817144257810?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113166817144257810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113166817144257810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113166817144257810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113166817144257810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113164390300091157</id><published>2005-11-10T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T11:31:43.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks 'Till Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>...and then the real horror of the holidays begins.  Putting up the tree.  Putting the tree up again.  I have four cats, and the tree seems to suffer at least one catnip-related casualty each year.  Last year, I anchored the damn thing to the wall with fishing line.  All of my ornamnets are plastic and wood.  The cat poo, at  least, is pretty and sparkly for a month, since they have an affinity for ingesting tinsel.  &lt;br /&gt;After the tree is safely secured, I am presented with the dilemma that shopping presents.  Do I order on-line and hope that everything arrives in time?  This can lead to some nasty run ins with my friendly neighborhood mail carrier.  She is a nice old lady, and I have no wish to whack her over the head with my umbrella because a package is late in showing up on my doorstep.  &lt;br /&gt;Lotto tickets are cheezy.  Gift cards are too easy.  Wish me luck as I begin the elusive hunt for the perfect gifts this holiday season.  At least my fiancee and I are covered; we decided to buy ourselves a "joint" gift this year...we're finally joining the masses and will have a DVR.&lt;br /&gt;If it's still a scramble to find that perfect gift this holiday season, do what 4 percent of consumers do -- stop by the local convenience store and pick up something (grin) I have been known to buy a few last minute things at Walgreens on Christmas Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113164390300091157?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113164390300091157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113164390300091157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113164390300091157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113164390300091157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/2-weeks-till-turkey-day.html' title='2 Weeks &apos;Till Turkey Day'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113157368576658565</id><published>2005-11-09T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:01:25.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids Aren't Alright</title><content type='html'>As a parent, I know I am full of failures both large and small.  The news is constantly full of horrible stories of parents neglecting and abusing their children. There is no call for this; yet it is rare to read about a case of children killing a parent.  Not to say it is unheard of, but rare.  &lt;br /&gt;In Brampton, Canada a mother’s descent into alcoholism drove her two teenage daughters to drown her in a bathtub, court heard today as the eldest girl recounted her crimes in dramatic videotaped evidence presented during the first day of their trial."Only four minutes . . . that’s how long I held her head under water for. After that she just kept convulsing and twitching." &lt;br /&gt;It’s alleged the sisters, who were 15 and 16 at the time, planned their mother’s death in January 2003 by making sure she was drunk when she took her bath.  They also fed her an undisclosd ammount of Tylenol 3.  Codiene and booze.  They could have dispensed entirely with the drowning and let the chemical cocktail do the work forr them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113157368576658565?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113157368576658565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113157368576658565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113157368576658565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113157368576658565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/kids-arent-alright.html' title='The Kids Aren&apos;t Alright'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113147444724945117</id><published>2005-11-08T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:29:48.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking In Chicago</title><content type='html'>Go anywhere in the country, and we Chicagoans are immedeatley recognized for the way we talk.  Maybe it's the way our 'a' and 'r' sounds come straight down our nasal passages.  A pop isn't something you do to your buddy when he's pissed you off, for us it's that drink with bubbles in it the rest of the world calls soda.  What is a garitchkey?  It's the key that opens the building where you store your car.  Hopefully, after you've had a couple two tree beers at the tavern, you'll be able to use your garitchkey!&lt;br /&gt;Language is strange no matter where you're from.&lt;br /&gt;   There is no egg in the eggplant&lt;br /&gt;   No ham in the hamburger&lt;br /&gt;   And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;   English muffins were not invented in England&lt;br /&gt;   French fries were not invented in France.&lt;br /&gt;   We sometimes take English for granted&lt;br /&gt;   But if we examine its paradoxes we find that&lt;br /&gt;   Quicksand takes you down slowly&lt;br /&gt;   Boxing rings are square&lt;br /&gt;   And a guinea pig is neither a pig or from Guinea.&lt;br /&gt;   If writers write, how come fingers don't fing.&lt;br /&gt;   If the plural of tooth is teeth&lt;br /&gt;   Shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth&lt;br /&gt;   If the teacher taught,&lt;br /&gt;   Why didn't the preacher praught.&lt;br /&gt;   If a vegetarian eats vegetables&lt;br /&gt;   What on earth does a humanitarian eat!?&lt;br /&gt;   Why do people recite at a play&lt;br /&gt;   Yet play at a recital?&lt;br /&gt;   Park on driveways and&lt;br /&gt;   Drive on parkways&lt;br /&gt;   You have to marvel at the unique lunacy&lt;br /&gt;   Of a language where a house can burn up as&lt;br /&gt;   It burns down&lt;br /&gt;   And in which you fill in a form&lt;br /&gt;   By filling it out&lt;br /&gt;   And a bell is only heard once it goes!&lt;br /&gt;   English was invented by people, not computers&lt;br /&gt;   And it reflects the creativity of the human race&lt;br /&gt;   (Which of course isn't a race at all)&lt;br /&gt;   That is why&lt;br /&gt;   When the stars are out they are visible&lt;br /&gt;   But when the lights are out they are invisible&lt;br /&gt;   And why it is that when I wind up my watch&lt;br /&gt;   It starts&lt;br /&gt;   But when I wind up this poem&lt;br /&gt;   It ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113147444724945117?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113147444724945117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113147444724945117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113147444724945117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113147444724945117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/speaking-in-chicago.html' title='Speaking In Chicago'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113140793849787017</id><published>2005-11-07T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:58:58.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleaders Gone Wild</title><content type='html'>By now we all know about TO's ego being out of control &amp; the fact that he won't be playing (hallelujah chorus) for the rest of the year.  But here is some lesser known sports trivia from the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Two Carolina Panthers cheerleaders were charged after their arrest at a bar where witnesses told police the women had sex in a restroom.  Wonder what they did with their pom-poms while this was going on?!?&lt;br /&gt;Renee Thomas, 20, of Pittsboro, N.C., and Angela Keathley, 26, of Belmont, N.C., were taken to Hillsborough County Jail early Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The cheerleaders were kicked off the team Monday for violating a signed code of conduct, Panthers spokesman Charlie Dayton said. The two violated a rule that bans conduct that's embarrassing to the team or organization.&lt;br /&gt;Witnesses said the women were having sex with each other in a stall, angering patrons waiting in line to get into the restroom at the club in the Channelside district.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas was charged with battery Sunday after allegedly striking a bar patron when she was leaving the restroom, then landed in even more trouble after police said she gave officers a driver's license belonging to another Panthers cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas, who made the trip to Florida for Sunday's game between the Panthers and Tampa Bay Buccaneers, was released from jail on $500 bail before police learned she was not the person she claimed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Providing police with a false name is a misdemeanor. However, Thomas was charged Monday with giving a false name and causing harm to another - a third-degree felony punishable by probation or a jail term of one to five years, said police spokeswoman Laura McElroy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113140793849787017?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113140793849787017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113140793849787017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113140793849787017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113140793849787017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/cheerleaders-gone-wild.html' title='Cheerleaders Gone Wild'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113138145812005312</id><published>2005-11-07T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:37:38.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>It was a superhuman effort to even get out of bed today.  Now that I have risen, all I want to do is crawl back in &amp; hide underneath my covers, re-read Harry Potter &amp; The Half-Blood Prince and eat cheetos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGNS YOU MAY BE SUFFERING FROM DEPRESSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You've got enough Prozac in your purse to tranquilize King Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You really lose it whenever someone says, "Good morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You spend more time in bed than a hooker at a Shriners convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You keep your house so dark that mushrooms are growing in the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Given a choice, you'd have no preference between sex or a root canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* On a really bad day, you wouldn't come to the door if it was Publishers Clearing House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You list Dr. Kevorkian as a character reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Alcohol gives you strength and food settles your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your hands shake so badly that you can brush your teeth without any voluntary movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You've cried so much that your contacts have rusted to your eyeballs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113138145812005312?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113138145812005312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113138145812005312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113138145812005312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113138145812005312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113123690465757955</id><published>2005-11-05T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:31:21.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bunnies</title><content type='html'>I have no life.  Even worse, I am a corrupting influence on our children.  I am addicted to 30 Second Bunny Theatre from Starz on Demand.  Now they are too.  Actually, it was the oldest child that got us all hooked in the first place.  &lt;a href="http://www.starz.com/appmanager/seg/s?_nfpb=true&amp;_pageLabel=angry_alien"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian summer is over.  It is cold, rainy and feels like a true November day in Chicago.  I spent the day curled up in bed with one of my favorite men, Nicholas Sparks.  A guilty pleasure, to be sure.  Jeff would be SO jealous if he knew!!&lt;br /&gt;Since I have nothing going on and my random factiods were so beloved, here are a few more:&lt;br /&gt;*Albert Einstein was offered the presidency of Israel in 1952, but he declined.&lt;br /&gt;*It was illegal to sell E.T. dolls in France because there is a law against selling dolls without human faces.  &lt;br /&gt;*In the U.S., more than 10% of lottery prizes go unclaimed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113123690465757955?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113123690465757955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113123690465757955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113123690465757955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113123690465757955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/bunnies.html' title='The Bunnies'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113104053254845439</id><published>2005-11-03T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:55:32.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Summer &amp; Odd Factoids</title><content type='html'>I'm off to enjoy an almost unheard of event in Chicago...70 degree weather in November.  We could be buried in snow up to our ass cracks, and instead it's warm enough to go out without a jacket.  In capris, even!  So I'm not going to waste this lovely day sitting in front of my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Before I venture out, I will leave you with a few bizarre random facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-dairy creamer is flammable.&lt;br /&gt;Minnows have teeth in their throat.  (Makes it very, very sad to be a boy minnow.)&lt;br /&gt;It costs about .03 cents to make a dollar bill.&lt;br /&gt;The average human body contains .1 mg of uranium, .2 mg of gold, and 7 mg of arsenic!&lt;br /&gt;Frogs cannot swallow without blinking.&lt;br /&gt;It is estimated that at any one time, 0.7% of the world's population are drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Most liquid laundry detergents are alive with living organisms that help to break down stains!&lt;br /&gt;One in three snake bite victims is drunk. One in five is tatooed.   There's a joke there SOMEWHERE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113104053254845439?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113104053254845439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113104053254845439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113104053254845439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113104053254845439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/indian-summer-odd-factoids.html' title='Indian Summer &amp; Odd Factoids'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113089608978491354</id><published>2005-11-01T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:48:13.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Flu Pandemic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, as a self-proclaimed hypochondriac who will not come within 15 feet of someone with the sniffles and 30 feet of someone who has vomited within 48 hours, this news is a little hard for me to stomach.  I haven't sworn of KFC quite yet, but I don't think I'll be cooking as much poultry at home as I have in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;President Bush outlined a $7.1 billion strategy today to prepare for the danger of a pandemic influenza outbreak, saying he wanted to stockpile enough vaccine to protect 20 million Americans against the current strain of bird flu as a first wave of protection.&lt;br /&gt;The president also said the United States must approve liability protection for the makers of lifesaving vaccines. He said the number of American vaccine manufacturers has plummeted because the industry has been hit with a flood of lawsuits.  Wecome to America, where everyone has a dream that involves a class-action lawsuit.&lt;br /&gt;Bush said no one knows when or where a deadly strain of flu will strike but "at some point we are likely to face another pandemic."  It's been almost 40 years since the USA faced it's last pandemic flu outbreak.  Before that was the deadly 1918 strain, that decimated a generous proportion of our population.&lt;br /&gt;The president, in a speech at the National Institutes of Health, said the United States must be prepared to detect outbreaks anywhere in the world, stockpile vaccines and anti-viral drugs and be ready to respond at the federal, state and local levels in the event a pandemic reaches the United States.&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to have the manufacturing capability by 2010 to brew enough vaccine for every American within six months' of a pandemic's start.  That's great; but it's 5 years away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to keep my anxiety in check and this post in perspective:  last year 3,500 people died from influenza in the US.  Bird Flu has been around for 9 years, and only 62 people have died worldwide.  I hope the odds stay in our favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113089608978491354?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113089608978491354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113089608978491354' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113089608978491354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113089608978491354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/11/bird-flu-pandemic.html' title='Bird Flu Pandemic'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113082102346439678</id><published>2005-10-31T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:57:03.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish My Boobs Could Do This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7841/1657/1600/boobs4oj.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7841/1657/320/boobs4oj.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I believe that I have a very nice set of my own boobs.  I have an adorable boyfriend.  But I'd still like to be her ---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;for an hour or two on a Saturday night.  (SIGH) Wish in one hand and shit in the other.  Besides, I'd never drink Heiniken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113082102346439678?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113082102346439678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113082102346439678' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113082102346439678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113082102346439678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wish-my-boobs-could-do-this.html' title='I Wish My Boobs Could Do This'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113078099801816701</id><published>2005-10-31T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:49:58.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and his name is Charles Tillman.  Just when I'd about given up hope for a win yesterday, he swooped out of mid-air on angel's wings &amp; made the best pick of the season thus far.  Then, with a spring in his step, he ran that lovely ball right into the end zone to win the game.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This is my third year in the league and the first time I've been in first place," gushed the gloried cornerback Tillman, whose first career touchdown on a 22-yard interception return put the Bears atop the NFC North.  What a way to pop your cherry in the NFL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure, they're only one game above .500 and have yet to reach the midway point of the season.  But we Chicagoans are raised on hope and pipe dreams.  Never say die.  Win or die trying.  Our sports metaphors are full of death!  Perhaps because they're our warriors.  Perhaps I'm glorifying them to an undeserved degree.  Mayhap I am just full of coffee this morning and my prose is overly verbose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113078099801816701?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113078099801816701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113078099801816701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113078099801816701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113078099801816701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m In Love'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113071620002699633</id><published>2005-10-30T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:50:00.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin of Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't dress up this year, in keeping with my chepskate tradition.  I can never come up with a good "couples" costume idea as it is.  Friends of mine had a GREAT costume at a party we went to last night; she was a socket and he was a plug.  Many off-color jokes ensued as a result!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halloween's origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in).&lt;br /&gt;The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland...originating in Spain.  Betcha didn't know THAT! They emigrated to United Kingdom, and northern France as well as Ireland and Scotland.  They celebrated their new year on November 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth.  Whooooooooo!  Look out, here comes Caspar! In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter. To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities.  The Druids were especially infamous for their human sacrifices when things weren't going their way.  Makes me glad I live in modern times where the only sacrifices are chickens and goats to the voodoo gods Congo &amp; Petro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent the day on the couch addicted to AMC's run of classic scary movies.  For a network cable station, they edit little out.  I still haven't seen any of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies, which are my all time favorites.  Excepting Freddy Versus Jason.  That was worse than Alien Versus Predator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113071620002699633?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113071620002699633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113071620002699633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113071620002699633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113071620002699633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/origin-of-halloween.html' title='The Origin of Halloween'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113055783525484642</id><published>2005-10-28T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:50:35.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YUM!</title><content type='html'>Friday night at home and we have a sweet tooth.  Tried these out, and oh my sweet heaven they were fantastic.  Easy to make, and we ate a whole bunch.  Straight from the lips to the hips!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devil's Food Cupcakes with Marshmallow Filling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.sunset.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3/4  cup (3/8 lb.) butter, at room temperature1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1/2  cups sugar2  large eggs2  cups all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1/2  cup Dutch-process unsweetened cocoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2  teaspoons baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1/2  teaspoon salt1  cup milk1  jar (7 oz.) marshmallow cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://food.aol.com/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;recipe_id=524157"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. In a bowl, with a mixer on medium speed, beat butter and sugar until smooth. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition and scraping down sides of bowl as needed.&lt;br /&gt;2. In another bowl, mix flour, cocoa, baking powder, and salt. Stir in half the flour mixture into butter mixture. Stir in milk just until blended. Add remaining flour mixture and stir just until incorporated. Spoon batter equally into 16 muffin cups (1/3-cup capacity; cups should be almost full) lined with paper baking cups.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bake in a 350º regular or convection oven until tops spring back when lightly pressed in the center or a wooden skewer inserted into the center comes out clean, about 20 minutes. Let cool in pans on racks for 5 minutes; remove cupcakes from pans and set on racks to cool completely, at least 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. With a small, sharp knife, cut a cylinder about 3/4 inch wide and 1 inch deep from the center of the top of each cupcake. Trim off and discard about 1/2 inch from bottom of each cylinder. With a knife, hollow out a small cavity inside each cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;5. Spoon marshmallow cream into pastry bag fitted with a 1/2-inch plain tip. Twist end of bag tightly to secure. Place tip in cavity of one cupcake; without moving tip, squeeze filling into cavity, to 1/4 inch from top. Repeat to fill remaining cupcakes. Insert cake cylinders into holes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Spoon chocolate cream cheese frosting into another pastry bag, fitted with a 3/4-inch star tip, and pipe onto tops of cupcakes, or spread on cupcakes with knife.&lt;br /&gt;Yield: Makes 16 cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113055783525484642?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113055783525484642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113055783525484642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113055783525484642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113055783525484642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/yum.html' title='YUM!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113052056729312493</id><published>2005-10-28T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T12:29:27.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbidly Real Halloween Decoration</title><content type='html'>The apparent suicide of a woman found hanging from a tree went unreported for hours because passers-by thought the body was a Halloween decoration.&lt;br /&gt;The 42-year-old woman used rope to hang herself across the street from some homes on a moderately busy road late Tuesday or early Wednesday, state police said.  The body, suspended about 15 feet above the ground, could be easily seen from passing vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;State police spokesman Cpl. Jeff Oldham and neighbors said people noticed the body at breakfast time Wednesday but dismissed it as a holiday prank. Authorities were called to the scene more than three hours later.&lt;br /&gt;"They thought it was a Halloween decoration," Fay Glanden, wife of Mayor William Glanden, told The (Wilmington) News Journal.&lt;br /&gt;"It looked like something somebody would have rigged up," she said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113052056729312493?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113052056729312493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113052056729312493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113052056729312493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113052056729312493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/morbidly-real-halloween-decoration.html' title='Morbidly Real Halloween Decoration'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113039292612154384</id><published>2005-10-27T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:02:06.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOX SWEEP THE WORLD SERIES!!!</title><content type='html'>One thing about those American League curses -- once they let up, they leave no trace. The poor, tormented team is suddenly free to dominate the World Series and go dancing into the night.  I'm singing Jungle Boogie in my head..."get down, get down"...&lt;br /&gt;Years from now, the early 21st century in Chicago will be remembered for the sweet feel of liberation. Just a year after the Boston Red Sox were freed from 1918 and the Curse of The Babe, the Chicago White Sox have dispatched 1917 -- the year of their last world title -- and maybe even 1919, the year they allegedly fixed the World Series.  Shame on them for that!&lt;br /&gt;As for the cross-town Cubs, don't ask.  It will only depress me, and right now I'm reveling in a Chicago joy I haven't felt since 1985 when I was 9 years old (I'm not counting the Bulls; I don't like basketball).&lt;br /&gt;The Cubbies  are not only stuck on 1908, their last conquest of the baseball world, they had to sit around all week and watch the White Sox sweep Houston.  Tee hee, I bet they have a case of the big green monster going on.&lt;br /&gt;One can only imagine the unbridled joy on the South Side (and all OVER the suburbs) tonight as manager Ozzie Guillen's boys polished off a 1-0 victory that left them 11-1 for the postseason, one of the most dominant October runs in the game's history.&lt;br /&gt;The White Sox were supposed to be lucky, and lord knows there's plenty of evidence, from incompetent umpiring (ahem!! I had to throw that in for the great debaters) to the fact that they faced a total of two innings against Curt Schilling, Bartolo Colon and Roger Clemens over the course of three series. Call it luck if you want, but it's tough to argue with 11-1. The Sox have had distinct edges in moxie, creativity and resolve for three solid weeks. They didn't wait around for something awful to happen, in the great White Sox/Chicago tradition. They took a stranglehold on the proceedings and would not let go.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, there is a certain dignity in big-game participation, especially the World Series. The Astros feel nothing today but disgrace. When it mattered, they turned into a bunch of Punch-and-Judy hitters who couldn't get a key hit to save their lives. They scored in the eighth inning of Tuesday night's Game 3 marathon, then served up 15 innings of shit. In a two-day home stint that seemed all too short, especially to their loyal fans, they offered nothing but a few choice sliders from their pitching staff.&lt;br /&gt;It was Jermaine Dye who drove in the Sox's only run, with an eighth-inning single, but it could have been anyone. Dye was given the Series' MVP award, but at least a half-dozen Sox qualified.  Personally, I'd give it to Crede.  Nothing gets past him, and he finally proved that he, indeed, can hit the ball, which was in doubt before now. And shortstop Jose Uribe ranks as a candidate on the ninth inning alone.&lt;br /&gt;Massive relief pitcher Bobby Jenks (AWESOME!!) was out there, shrugging off the burden of working two after-midnight innings the night before, and it was a mismatch. Jason Lane's leadoff single was a pitiful blooper that fell into shallow center field. With Lane at second after a sacrifice, pinch-hitter Chris Burke lofted a foul popup toward the stands off third base, and Uribe made a sensational grab as he dove into the third row of seats.&lt;br /&gt;There would be no "Killer Bs" in this final chapter. Jeff Bagwell had wasted the only bullet in his gun, grounding out weakly as a pinch-hitter in the seventh. Craig Biggio will be standing in the on-deck circle throughout the winter. It was a somewhat obscure pinch-hitter, Orlando Palmeiro, stepping in against Jenks for the final out. Summing up the Astros' attack, he hit a little chopper over the mound. Uribe, fluid yet hasty with no time to spare, made a difficult pickup and strong throw, nailing Palmeiro by a step. Vintage White Sox, and sadly appropriate Astros.&lt;br /&gt;Guillen isn't much for on-field celebrations, preferring to let the players pile on top of each other and celebrate what is rightfully theirs. That was fine; other people came to Ozzie with lingering, meaningful embraces. Guillen actually talked (as if we could understand him) of retirement during the Sox's gloomy late-season slump, and he mentioned it again the other day, but such a move seems terribly unlikely. From an older man, maybe; for a 41-year-old manager just getting a taste of the job, making this brand of history ... put it this way, the city won't let him leave.  We love him, we love the Sox!!!! A great day in Chicago history, and one I am proud to say I'll tell my kids about when we next do something spectacular, around the year 2059.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113039292612154384?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113039292612154384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113039292612154384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113039292612154384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113039292612154384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/sox-sweep-world-series.html' title='SOX SWEEP THE WORLD SERIES!!!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113037162842226368</id><published>2005-10-26T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:07:08.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Need</title><content type='html'>This is pretty intresting.  Go to &lt;a title="http://www.google.com/" href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;www.google.com&lt;/a&gt; and type in "what 'your name here' needs" (without the quotes, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah needs a kidney transplant.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah needs to meet YOUR needs for estate planning.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah needs to start eating cheeseburgers again.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah needs you and everyday I love you more and more ...&lt;br /&gt;Deborah needs to focus on her strongpoints instead of making the mistakes which she did.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah needs help in crocheting the mini booties.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah needs more than a little comedy to spice up her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the statements are eerily true...I really can't crochet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113037162842226368?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113037162842226368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113037162842226368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113037162842226368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113037162842226368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-i-need.html' title='What I Need'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113036560575384465</id><published>2005-10-26T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:26:45.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Odds On The Sox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Las Vegas Sports Consultants, advisers to most of Nevada's licensed sports books made the Sox 6-5 favorites to win the Fall Classic, with the Astros at 2-1 .Even when the postseason began, they were 10-1 long shots. They already have beaten the 5-1 odds against them winning the American League pennant when they squared off against the Red Sox two weeks ago.  Wish I'd placed a bet or three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113036560575384465?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113036560575384465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113036560575384465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113036560575384465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113036560575384465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/vegas-odds-on-sox.html' title='Vegas Odds On The Sox'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113034392599474910</id><published>2005-10-26T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:25:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One For The Record Books</title><content type='html'>The Chicago White Sox moved to within a game of winning their first World Series since the world was flat - OK, since 1917 - with a Game 3 victory over the Houston Astros that was both surreal and historic.  And very, very long.  I am drinking some super strong coffee this morning in order to regain my equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;Geoff Blum's solo home run in the top of the 14th inning broke open a tie game and helped the White Sox to a 7-5 victory. It was their 15th win in their last 16 games, and they lead the series three games to none.  My predicted sweep is still a hopeful reality.&lt;br /&gt;The game ended at 1:20 a.m. CDT.  I was unfortunatley, sleeping on the sofa.  I have a wicked crick in my neck this morning because of it.&lt;br /&gt;At 5 hours, 41 minutes, it was the longest in World Series history.&lt;br /&gt;The White Sox can put an end to the series, and 88 years of baseball frustration in their home city, with a win in Game 4 Wednesday night.  If Boston can do it, so can we!!&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Mayor Richard M. Daley, a Sox fan and criminal, shouldn't map out a parade route just yet, but he can certainly start thinking about one. History is on the White Sox' side. Twenty-one teams have led the World Series by three games to none and all have gone on to win it, 18 in four games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113034392599474910?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113034392599474910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113034392599474910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113034392599474910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113034392599474910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-for-record-books.html' title='One For The Record Books'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113028318847470096</id><published>2005-10-25T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:33:08.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers crossed</title><content type='html'>I have my fingers crossed for the game tonight.  Even though I still feel, deep in my heart that it should have been the Cubbies.  Any win for Chicago makes my cute little toes tingle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113028318847470096?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113028318847470096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113028318847470096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113028318847470096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113028318847470096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers crossed'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113026024637926934</id><published>2005-10-25T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:10:46.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morality Goes Too Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a sexual assault one recent weekend, a young Tucson woman spent three frantic days trying to obtain the drug to prevent a pregnancy, knowing that each passing day lowered the chance the drug would work.&lt;br /&gt; While calling dozens of Tucson pharmacies trying to fill a prescription for emergency contraception, she found that most did not stock the drug.&lt;br /&gt; When she finally did find a pharmacy with it, she said she was told the pharmacist on duty would not dispense it because of religious and moral objections.  How did his morally justified soul feel about a young woman who had just been raped having to expierience even more tragedy? &lt;br /&gt;A 2004 survey of more than 900 Arizona pharmacies found less than half keep emergency contraception drugs in stock, with most saying there is too little demand, but some cite moral reasons, according to the Arizona Family Planning Council.&lt;br /&gt;Family-planning agencies say they've seen a 60 percent increase in demand for the drug in recent years. The statistics are creating what advocates say is a frightening situation for some women. But others are glad pharmacists have a choice.&lt;br /&gt; Women who report sexual assaults to police receive treatment, examination and the immediate offer of emergency contraception at a local emergency room, according to the policy of most Tucson hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;Like many sexual assault victims, the 20-year-old woman did not report the assault because she felt traumatized and guilty she had put herself in a situation that left her vulnerable. Only 20% of rapes are actually reported, though statistics vary.  It is difficult to gain an actual estimate of rapes that occur because many women confide in a friend rather than report it to the authorities.                                                                                                                                                                                                     The manager of the Fry's pharmacy at 3920 E. Grant Road, where the refusal occurred, offered to find another location where the prescription could be filled, according to a Fry's spokeswoman. But the young woman said she was offered no other options.&lt;br /&gt; Although emergency contraception drugs have been around in one form or another for more than two decades, they remain highly controversial, with anti-abortionists and religious conservatives saying they can abort a fertilized egg...my favorite argument of "life begins at conception".&lt;br /&gt;The issue surfaced in Arizona last winter, when Gov. Janet Napolitano vetoed a bill that would have permitted pharmacists to refuse to dispense it on moral or religious grounds.&lt;br /&gt;But her veto was essentially meaningless, as most of the drugstore chains that dominate Tucson already allow that as a matter of corporate policy. Most also require that the customer be immediately referred to another pharmacist or drugstore willing to fill the prescription.             On the night three weeks ago when an on-duty Fry's pharmacist refused to fill the emergency contraception prescription, the pharmacy manager offered to find another pharmacy that would, according to Doyel.&lt;br /&gt; "He felt he was making every attempt to help her get what she needed. A pharmacist would never just say 'you're out of luck,' " said Doyel, who would not allow any of the Fry's employees involved in the incident to be interviewed.&lt;br /&gt; But a friend with the sexual assault victim that night strongly disputed that account.&lt;br /&gt; "He (the manager) said he would fill it himself if we could get there before his shift ended, within 10 minutes," said Sabrina Fladness, a University of Arizona student and owner of a computer service business.&lt;br /&gt; "But we were more than 10 minutes away, so that was impossible. So he said we would have to come back the next morning" - after the shift of the refusing pharmacist ended.&lt;br /&gt; "He made no provision for getting it that night," she said.&lt;br /&gt; "We have all kinds of compassion for a rape victim - in that case, Plan B is OK, the church has no problem with it," said Ron Johnson, with the Arizona Catholic Conference, which supports the right of any health-care worker to refuse to dispense emergency contraception and lobbied hard for passage of the Arizona law to allow it.&lt;br /&gt; But the biggest roadblock to obtaining emergency contraception was that most pharmacies simply do not stock it, Fladness said. She said she called nearly 50, before finding two that had it and agreed to dispense it.&lt;br /&gt; The Fry's spokeswoman could not immediately say how many of its stores had emergency contraception in stock. Polzin, the national Walgreens spokesman, said only one of the 50 Walgreens in the Tucson area did not have the drug on the shelves last week.&lt;br /&gt; But that somewhat contradicts the formal Arizona Family Planning Council survey that found only 43 percent of Arizona pharmacies keep it in stock, with most that don't - nearly 60 percent - citing lack of demand as the reason. Another 10 percent cited moral reasons.&lt;br /&gt; At the same time, officials at Planned Parenthood say they have seen a dramatic rise in demand for emergency contraception in recent years - filling more than 5,000 prescriptions for it this year, compared with 3,000 last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113026024637926934?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113026024637926934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113026024637926934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113026024637926934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113026024637926934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/morality-goes-too-far.html' title='Morality Goes Too Far'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113017609826473891</id><published>2005-10-24T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:48:18.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day For Chicago Fans!</title><content type='html'>First we watch the Bears win.  I know, I know, I should be talking about the world series and how the Sox are going to sweep it in four games.  But I am, first and foremost, a football fan.  And the Bears won!  Chicago hasn't permitted a touchdown in its last two games and leads the league in fewest points allowed per game at 10.3, just ahead of Indianapolis (11) and Tampa Bay (12).&lt;br /&gt;And on to our oh so lovable and pride inducing Sox...&lt;br /&gt;It was a special instance in the heat of competition, the kind that is replayed over and over on highlight reels and even commercials, that almost caused White Sox center fielder Aaron Rowand to lose consciousness in the postgame celebration.  NOW that's a good one.  I know plenty of people who were unconcious last night, but it was long after the win.  And a fair number of them didn't make it into work today.&lt;br /&gt;It was a walk-off home run from Scott Podsednik, clearly the most unlikely candidate in the White Sox lineup and maybe even among position players on the 25-man roster, that moved the South Siders within two victories of their first World Series title since 1917.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113017609826473891?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113017609826473891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113017609826473891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113017609826473891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113017609826473891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/great-day-for-chicago-fans.html' title='Great Day For Chicago Fans!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113017941172863867</id><published>2005-10-24T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:43:31.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Can't Come To Work Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman calls her boss one morning and tells him that she is staying home because she is not feeling well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What's the matter?" he asks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have a case of anal glaucoma," she says in a weak voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "What the hell is anal glaucoma?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can't see my ass coming into work today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113017941172863867?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113017941172863867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113017941172863867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113017941172863867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113017941172863867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-i-cant-come-to-work-today.html' title='Why I Can&apos;t Come To Work Today'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-113013251652812744</id><published>2005-10-22T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T00:41:56.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Suspended For being A Dick</title><content type='html'>Wow...if it were only this easy to get rid of all the pricks in the world...&lt;br /&gt;The parents of 14-year-old James Watkins agree he deserves school discipline for wearing a penis costume outside a dance at Steilacoom High School.But they want a "sexual harassment" note about the incident dropped from his school record.&lt;br /&gt;The Pioneer Middle School eighth grader and his parents agree the prank Saturday was wrong, but they say he did not sexually harass anyone.&lt;br /&gt;He was suspended for three days and his father Mark says the notice says it was for "sexual harassment, misbehavior at school-sponsored event, disruptive conduct and dress and appearance."&lt;br /&gt;James Watkins says he was just trying to be funny, and others were laughing and having their picture taken with him. He complied when teachers asked him to take off the costume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-113013251652812744?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/113013251652812744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=113013251652812744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113013251652812744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/113013251652812744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/student-suspended-for-being-dick.html' title='Student Suspended For being A Dick'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112991764411559547</id><published>2005-10-21T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:00:44.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies for sale on Ebay</title><content type='html'>Just when you thought the grilled cheese Virgin Mary was the oddest thing you could find on Ebay, someone found a way to top it.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese police are investigating a report of attempted baby trafficking on an internet auction site, according to a state-owned newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;The advertisement was reportedly placed on eBay's Chinese website, Eachnet.&lt;br /&gt;Boys were advertised for 28,000 yuan ($3,450) while girls were offered for 13,000 yuan ($1,603), Eachnet manager Tang Lei told the China Daily.&lt;br /&gt;The offer could have been a hoax, but it comes as baby trafficking is seen as an increasing problem in China.&lt;br /&gt;China's strict "one child" birth control policy, coupled with the traditional bias for male children, has led to widespread reports of child abductions, and several people have been sentenced to death for their part in smuggling rings.&lt;br /&gt;According to Eachnet, the advertisement was registered in Shanghai on 16 October.&lt;br /&gt;The seller, under the user name "Chuangxinzhe Yongyuan" or "innovator forever", said the babies would be available within 100 days of their birth.&lt;br /&gt;The seller said the service was being provided for the benefit of China's millions of infertile couples.&lt;br /&gt;All the children were described as coming from Henan province in central China.&lt;br /&gt;Although no deals were struck, more than 50 people browsed the listing before it was removed, including one who left an enquiry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112991764411559547?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112991764411559547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112991764411559547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112991764411559547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112991764411559547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/babies-for-sale-on-ebay.html' title='Babies for sale on Ebay'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112985231537533300</id><published>2005-10-20T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:51:55.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome baby for Noah Wyle</title><content type='html'>My favorite ER doc, Noah Wyle had a baby.  Well, actually, his wife had the baby.&lt;br /&gt; He played dad instead of doctor as he and his wife welcomed their second child, a girl. The baby, weighing almost 7 1/2 pounds, was born in Los Angeles on Saturday to Wyle and wife Tracy, People magazine reported. The baby was named Auden, after the poet W.H. Auden.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom and baby are doing great," Eddie Michaels, a spokesman for the actor, told the magazine. "Everyone is thrilled."&lt;br /&gt;The infant's older brother, Owen Strausser Wyle, turns 3 next month.&lt;br /&gt;Weird name for a kid.  Why do celebs DO that to their children?  I think traditional names are still the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112985231537533300?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112985231537533300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112985231537533300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112985231537533300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112985231537533300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-baby-for-noah-wyle.html' title='Welcome baby for Noah Wyle'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112983684598786728</id><published>2005-10-20T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:34:05.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddam Hussein On Trial</title><content type='html'>Saddam Hussein has been captured, and now his trial has begun.  Barefoot and holding his holy book, he refuses to accept the American court system that is set to try him. How will he, and other members of his regime, be brought to justice?  What constitutes justice in his case?  I think this is a highly publicized farce.&lt;br /&gt;The United States could defer to a newly formed Iraqi court system, or lead the way through Coalition trials. These, and all options -- except for the International Criminal Court -- should be considered. Though, in the end, the Iraqi judicial system should be given preference once it is capable of handling the matter in a fair and just manner.&lt;br /&gt; History offers a lesson.&lt;br /&gt; After World War II, the Allies used three different judicial mechanisms:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nuremberg trials&lt;/strong&gt;. Most prominently, the war’s victors convened the Nuremberg trials where the leaders of the Nazi war machine were tried before a tribunal of judges drawn from the major allied powers. The allies jointly created, staffed and administered these tribunals and they operated based upon principles of international law, independent of the laws of the countries who fought the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Independent Military Tribunals&lt;/strong&gt;. Each of the allied powers also convened its own independent military tribunals where other leaders – often, military commanders such as Japan’s General Tomoyuki Yamashita -- were tried. In the end, hundreds of foreign nationals were tried (for violations of the laws of war) in military courts very much like the military tribunals presently authorized for the Guantanamo detainees.&lt;br /&gt;All three of these options are reasonable possibilities for dealing with Saddam, and other high-ranking member of his regime. Indeed, a combination of all three options is the most likely result, as thousands more as-yet-unidentified Iraqis will be tried for their role in the brutal Saddam state.&lt;br /&gt; Where possible, the coalition forces should defer to a renewed Iraqi judicial system. However a hasty trial is not necessary, and it would be best to first insure that the newly-refurbished Iraqi court system can function in a fair and transparent manner (ha ha) that will engender the confidence of the world. History reminds us that it look a lot longer than six months to capture and try all the Nazi and Japanese war criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICC&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not an Option&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There is one option that should not be adopted: reliance on the mechanism of the United Nations. The permanent International Criminal Court in The Hague was created as part of a treaty the United States has, rightly, chosen not to sign – it lacks the authority to conduct Iraqi war crimes trials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112983684598786728?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112983684598786728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112983684598786728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112983684598786728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112983684598786728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/saddam-hussein-on-trial.html' title='Saddam Hussein On Trial'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112976857306453768</id><published>2005-10-19T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:36:13.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does God Hate Us?</title><content type='html'>With the upcoming arrival of Hurricane Wilma, one must ponder if indeed, God does hate us all.  Is this an apolopytic judgement on the US and all of our sins?  If one were to belive the survivors of Katrina, it is most certianly the case.  I believe we've fucked up our cliamate so much, we're getting our just just desserts.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Wilma became the most intense hurricane on record in the Atlantic Basin when its pressure plunged to 882 mb (26.05" on your home barometer). The pressure has since risen slightly, but is still lower than Rita and Katrina ever attained. The eye of wild Wilma continues to follow a wobbling WNW track through the western Caribbean with a turn toward the NW expected during the next 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Fluctuations in intensity are likely, but Wilma is forecast to remain an extremely dangerous Category 5 hurricane through Thursday. The projected track of the storm alludes to a potential landfall on the Yucatan Peninsula. Beyond that, Wilma is expected to fall under the influence of westerly winds aloft blowing across the Gulf. That should shift the hurricane toward the Florida Peninsula, probably the southern part of the peninsula, this weekend. Some weakening is expected by then, but could there is a high potential that Wilma may still be a major hurricane (winds over 110 mph) when it makes landfall.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in the Caribbean, Wilma's downpours will continue to lash Cuba, the Cayman Islands, Swan Island and areas from Honduras northward to Yucatan Peninsula. As much as 25 inches of rain may unload on the mountainous terrain of Cuba through Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112976857306453768?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112976857306453768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112976857306453768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112976857306453768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112976857306453768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/does-god-hate-us.html' title='Does God Hate Us?'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112976912430142062</id><published>2005-10-18T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:45:24.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall Of The Roman Empire Echoes in USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="Decline in Morals and Values"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decline in Morals and Values&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those morals and values that kept together the Roman legions and thus the empire could not be maintained towards the end of the empire. Crimes of violence made the streets of the larger cities unsafe. Even during PaxRomana there were 32,000 prostitutes in Rome. Emperors like Nero and Caligula became infamous for wasting money on lavish parties where guests ate and drank until they became ill. The most popular amusement was watching the gladiatorial combats in the Colosseum. These were attended by the poor, the rich, and frequently the emperor himself. As gladiators fought, vicious cries and curses were heard from the audience. One contest after another was staged in the course of a single day. Should the ground become too soaked with blood, it was covered over with a fresh layer of sand and the performance went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Public Health"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Public Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many public health and environmental problems. Many of the wealthy had water brought to their homes through lead pipes. Previously the aqueducts had even purified the water but at the end lead pipes were thought to be preferable. The wealthy death rate was very high. The continuous interaction of people at the Colosseum, the blood and death probable spread disease. Those who lived on the streets in continuous contact allowed for an uninterrupted strain of disease much like the homeless in the poorer run shelters of today. Alcohol use increased as well adding to the incompetency of the general public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Political Corruption"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Political Corruption&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most difficult problems was choosing a new emperor. Unlike Greece where transition may not have been smooth but was at least consistent, the Romans never created an effective system to determine how new emperors would be selected. The choice was always open to debate between the old emperor, the Senate, the Praetorian Guard (the emperor's's private army), and the army. Gradually, the Praetorian Guard gained complete authority to choose the new emperor, who rewarded the guard who then became more influential, perpetuating the cycle. Then in 186 A. D. the army strangled the new emperor, the practice began of selling the throne to the highest bidder. During the next 100 years, Rome had 37 different emperors - 25 of whom were removed from office by assassination. This contributed to the overall weaknesses of the empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Unemployment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unemployment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the latter years of the empire farming was done on large estates called latifundia that were owned by wealthy men who used slave labor. A farmer who had to pay workmen could not produce goods as cheaply. Many farmers could not compete with these low prices and lost or sold their farms. This not only undermined the citizen farmer who passed his values to his family, but also filled the cities with unemployed people. At one time, the emperor was importing grain to feed more than 100,000 people in Rome alone. These people were not only a burden but also had little to do but cause trouble and contribute to an ever increasing crime rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Inflation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inflation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roman economy suffered from inflation (an increase in prices) beginning after the reign of Marcus Aurelius. Once the Romans stopped conquering new lands, the flow of gold into the Roman economy decreased. Yet much gold was being spent by the romans to pay for luxury items. This meant that there was less gold to use in coins. As the amount of gold used in coins decreased, the coins became less valuable. To make up for this loss in value, merchants raised the prices on the goods they sold. Many people stopped using coins and began to barter to get what they needed. Eventually, salaries had to be paid in food and clothing, and taxes were collected in fruits and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Urban decay"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urban decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wealthy Romans lived in a domus, or house, with marble walls, floors with intricate colored tiles, and windows made of small panes of glass. Most Romans, however, were not rich, They lived in small smelly rooms in apartment houses with six or more stories called islands. Each island covered an entire block. At one time there were 44,000 apartment houses within the city walls of Rome. First-floor apartments were not occupied by the poor since these living quarters rented for about $00 a year. The more shaky wooden stairs a family had to climb, the cheaper the rent became. The upper apartments that the poor rented for $40 a year were hot, dirty, crowed, and dangerous. Anyone who could not pay the rent was forced to move out and live on the crime-infested streets. Because of this cities began to decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Inferior Technology"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="Military Spending"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Military Spending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining an army to defend the border of the Empire from barbarian attacks was a constant drain on the government. Military spending left few resources for other vital activities, such as providing public housing and maintaining quality roads and aqueducts. Frustrated Romans lost their desire to defend the Empire. The empire had to begin hiring soldiers recruited from the unemployed city mobs or worse from foreign counties. Such an army was not only unreliable, but very expensive. The emperors were forced to raise taxes frequently which in turn led again to increased inflation&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/17242988-112976912430142062?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112976912430142062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112976912430142062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112976912430142062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112976912430142062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/fall-of-roman-empire-echoes-in-usa.html' title='The Fall Of The Roman Empire Echoes in USA'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112976890618128510</id><published>2005-10-17T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:41:46.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In spite of the sage advice our Founders provided, America has abandoned the Constitutional Republic bequeathed to us and accepted the anarchic tyranny of the majority which is the unavoidable result of Democracy. So brain washed are our citizens that the most erudite among us will regularly, in public, refer to America as a Democracy and support the spread of this most abominable form of tyranny to other nations.America has become the "any other" referred to by John Adams.&lt;br /&gt;Individual responsibility was inherent in our Christian heritage. The desire to improve our individual behavior - to become more "Christ-like" used to be a goal of the majority of our population. Emphasis of the new morality is abstract and non-personal, theoretically good but without subjective application.The Clinton administration was characteristic of this new apostasy. While spouting morality and the common good, in true Machiavellian style, he, himself, lived in debauchery. Those that provided his support maintained his personal life had nothing to do with his ability to function as a President. To them morality was an abstract behavior that had to do with others.While President Bush touts freedom and Democracy for the Iraqi people, American soldiers and Iraqi civilians are being killed in an aggressive and coercive war. This abstract morality requires that Iraq become moral but the American President may use amoral means in bringing it about.Abstract morality is everywhere; guns are the cause of murder, MacDonalds is the cause of obesity, whites are the cause of black poverty, parents are the cause of poor education, poverty is the cause of crime, and all societal disorder is caused by a lack of government control. Ryn maintains that this tendency to vest responsibility in others results in transferring it to government resulting in ever more centralization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112976890618128510?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112976890618128510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112976890618128510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112976890618128510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112976890618128510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/american-empire.html' title='The American Empire'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112951750344624407</id><published>2005-10-16T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:51:43.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football's Ultimate Weapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drew Brees might need to feel threatened about his job security. It's not first-round pick Philip Rivers breathing down his neck, it's star running back LaDainian Tomlinson.&lt;br /&gt;Tomlinson threw his second touchdown pass of the season and added scores running and catching the ball in a performance for the record books, leading the San Diego Chargers to a 27-14 victory over the Oakland Raiders on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;"In the celebration in the end zone I said, 'Superman, you can do it all,"' Brees said. "He can do a lot of things. Obviously, he had a big game today."&lt;br /&gt;Tomlinson delivered another big performance against the Raiders (1-4) - he has 620 yards rushing in the last four meetings - to help San Diego (3-3) dominate this rivalry in a way they haven't since Al Davis was on the Chargers' side.&lt;br /&gt;They have won four straight over the Raiders for the first time since taking the first six meetings from 1960-62, when Davis was their defensive ends coach. Chargers coach Marty Schottenheimer improved to 24-7 in his career against the Raiders.&lt;br /&gt;"Marty hates the Raiders. I don't know why," safety Terrence Kiel said. "He told us that last night. It's something personal."&lt;br /&gt;The Raiders, who had been competitive in their first three losses, regressed coming out of the bye week and struggled after losing Randy Moss with bruised ribs and a strained groin in the first quarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112951750344624407?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112951750344624407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112951750344624407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112951750344624407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112951750344624407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/footballs-ultimate-weapon.html' title='Football&apos;s Ultimate Weapon'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112949661492172831</id><published>2005-10-16T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:03:34.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bears pull it out of their asses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thomas Jones rushed for 89 yards and two touchdowns and Desmond Clark caught two TD passes for the first time in his seven-year NFL career to lead the Bears to a 28-3 victory over the Minnesota Vikings Sunday at Soldier Field. Chicago's defense kept an opponent out of the end zone for the second time this season as the Bears (2-3) snapped a two-game losing streak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now if only the Sox can win tonight, it will be a perfect day for all Chicagoans.  Dare we hope?  Or did we use up all our winning mojo during da Bears game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112949661492172831?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112949661492172831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112949661492172831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112949661492172831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112949661492172831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/bears-pull-it-out-of-their-asses.html' title='Bears pull it out of their asses!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112949780338345262</id><published>2005-10-15T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:23:23.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doom 3 Cheats for Xbox</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend is totally hooked on this game.  Unfortunatley, he's not very good at it.  Here are some cheats that have enhanced his performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Keys, All Weapons, and Full Ammo&lt;/strong&gt;: hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press A,B,A,B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berserk Mode&lt;/strong&gt;: hold LEFT TRIGGER and press X,X,X,Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End Level&lt;/strong&gt;: hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press A,A,B,B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chainsaw&lt;/strong&gt;: hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press B,B,A,A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weapons and Ammo&lt;/strong&gt;: hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press B,B,B,B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD Mode&lt;/strong&gt;: hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press A,A,A,A. (total invincibility)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invisibility:&lt;/strong&gt; hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press X,X,Y,Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light Amplification Goggles:&lt;/strong&gt; hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press Y,Y,Y,X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radiation Suit&lt;/strong&gt;: hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press X,Y,Y,Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show All Map&lt;/strong&gt;: hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press Y,Y,Y,Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporary Invincibility&lt;/strong&gt;: hold down LEFT TRIGGER and press X,X,X,X.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112949780338345262?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112949780338345262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112949780338345262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112949780338345262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112949780338345262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/doom-3-cheats-for-xbox.html' title='Doom 3 Cheats for Xbox'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112932797637326151</id><published>2005-10-14T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:12:56.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra Incognizant</title><content type='html'>Here's a little insight to my personal life...not something often posted in this blog, but revelant nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think by now, I would know my way around&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't miss you so badly, I should be on familiar ground.&lt;br /&gt;How many more lonely years, must meander by,until I learn the lesson&lt;br /&gt;It does no good to cry.&lt;br /&gt;What manner of iron will, must some people possess,to be always looking forward&lt;br /&gt;To never accept regress.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I was willing, to let someone take me by the hand,they could show me a happy place, in this unfamiliar land.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm only homesick, for all the joys that once were mine,&lt;br /&gt;I must accept that they and you, belong to another place and time.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that deep within my heart, there's a place where only you reside,&lt;br /&gt;and when the pain of loneliness comes, it knows that is where I hide.&lt;br /&gt;So if sometimes it seems to you, I'm clinging to the past&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly because I can't yet accept, that our love didn't last.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try, I've yet to get over you,&lt;br /&gt;For the part of me that's still alive, believes you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there will come a day, when that part will finally die,and feeling strong with a heart reborn, a new love I will finally try.&lt;br /&gt;And what a splendid day that will be, when I awaken to discover,I'm happily learning a great new land,&lt;br /&gt;with a great new friend and lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112932797637326151?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112932797637326151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112932797637326151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112932797637326151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112932797637326151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/terra-incognizant.html' title='Terra Incognizant'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112924849429046574</id><published>2005-10-13T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:08:14.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harriet "Mushy" Miers</title><content type='html'>Sure, nobody seems to know anything about Supreme Court nominee Harriet Miers's judicial philosophy, abortion position, or conservative bona fides. But here's something not open for debate: the old gal loves exclamation points and seemed to enjoy writing gushy notes to then-Governor George W. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;In a 1997 Hallmark greeting card (adorned with a photo of a dog), Miers sent along belated birthday wishes and noted that "You are the best governor ever--deserving of great respect!" In another note (penned on an American Greetings card), Miers wrote that she hoped Bush's daughters realized that their parents were "cool." A 1995 Miers note thanked Bush for a visit, adding that an airplane ride with the governor was "Cool!" Sadly, the document dump did not include Miers's e-mail or IM messages, which are surely filled with loads of sappy emoticons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112924849429046574?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112924849429046574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112924849429046574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112924849429046574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112924849429046574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/harriet-mushy-miers.html' title='Harriet &quot;Mushy&quot; Miers'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112917268103915495</id><published>2005-10-12T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:16:57.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing much going on today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's an interesting bit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bug is the common name of all insects, but true bugs are insects of the order Hemiptera. There are many different kinds of Hemiptera. Some are very large, and some are almost too small to be seen. Some have wings, and others do not. Bugs may live in water, but most bugs live on land. None of the Hemiptera has teeth or chewing parts. They suck blood.&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/17242988-112917268103915495?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112917268103915495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112917268103915495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112917268103915495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112917268103915495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112907768449172359</id><published>2005-10-11T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:41:24.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JR Fired on Raw!</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a class="softlink" href="http://www.wwe.com/superstars/raw/jimross/"&gt;Jim Ross&lt;/a&gt; was the one who got fired on Monday night. Show of hands...who was surprised? Anyone? Unfortunately, I didn't think so. He was an easy target, being &lt;a class="softlink" href="http://www.wwe.com/superstars/raw/stonecold/"&gt;Stone Cold&lt;/a&gt;'s buddy and all.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the fans &lt;a class="softlink" href="http://www.wwe.com/superstars/raw/toddgrisham/"&gt;Todd Grisham&lt;/a&gt; talked to during the first WWE Unlimited segment of the night felt the same way. Either that, or they read it on the internet somewhere. Those guys are on the ball, man! They thought JR sucked anyway, so they should be happy.  The point is that JR is gone, and I for one feel that a little piece of me died on Monday night.  I hate coach and Lawler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112907768449172359?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112907768449172359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112907768449172359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112907768449172359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112907768449172359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/jr-fired-on-raw.html' title='JR Fired on Raw!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112898871389241534</id><published>2005-10-10T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:58:53.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bears Blow It...AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What a crying shame. I had such high hopes for Orton, and he is falling far below expectations. &lt;sigh&gt;like any good Chicago fan, I'm already looking forward to next year. Maybe Grossman will be back then, and stay healthy. IF da Bears don't release him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Browns (2-2) trailing 10-6, Dilfer, making his 100th career start, hit Bryant for a 33-yard TD with 3:02 left. The scoring strike was also the 33-year-old Dilfer's 100th career TD pass, and five plays later, he got No. 101.&lt;br /&gt;After Bears rookie quarterback Kyle Orton's fumble was recovered by Chris Crocker, Dilfer found Bryant on the same route in the left corner, this time a 28-yard TD that put the Browns up by 10 points with 2:24 remaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112898871389241534?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112898871389241534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112898871389241534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112898871389241534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112898871389241534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/bears-blow-itagain.html' title='The Bears Blow It...AGAIN!!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242988.post-112892253218031981</id><published>2005-10-09T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T00:35:32.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranged</title><content type='html'>Kathleen Yeoman, a 46-year-old divorced mother of two, staged an elaborate fake burglary to win back the affection of Paul Cockerhill, her neighbor in Brixworth, Northamptonshire (England), on October 30th, 1998. She ransacked her house, tipping out drawers and throwing jewelry on her bed. She piled electrical goods in the front room, taped her mouth, put a plastic bag over her heard and tied her hands together. Leaving her front door open, she lay across the front doorstep of her former lover. As she waited for his return from a pub, she vomited and, unable to remove the tape from her mouth as her hands were shackled with self-tightening plastic ties, she choked to death. Police at first treated the death as suspicious, but they reviewed the case when they found that nothing had been taken and she still had £918 in her handbag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17242988-112892253218031981?l=oldstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/feeds/112892253218031981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17242988&amp;postID=112892253218031981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112892253218031981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17242988/posts/default/112892253218031981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldstars.blogspot.com/2005/10/estranged.html' title='Estranged'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181494794469232035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
