<?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-13181312</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:37:59.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Difference</title><subtitle type='html'>OK, I'm back.  I am NEW at this.  Most of what I know about computers is self-taught with MUCH help from friends and nephew. Have had one since 1998.  Still learning. Hope to have some very interesting things to blog about soon.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13181312.post-114732032002965826</id><published>2006-05-10T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:05:20.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"OUCHEE  WOW-WAH!!"</title><content type='html'>I finally got me a pack of those little bitty razors that people use for their eyebrows. So I stood in front of the mirror and looked intensely at my eyebrows.  Studying them oh so closely, I placed my left hand to hold my skin steady and raised my right hand holding the razor carefully. I gotta admit it was harder than I had thought it would be.  I made a stroke.     (deep breath) Ok, that went well.  I turned the razor different positions to get to the spot that needed shaving. I proceeded to shave a patch and "Kkiiikihhhhh"  Oh no! I sliced my damn forehead.  I now have a 1 inch slice on my forehead.  So go ahead. Laugh !!  Let's face it, people with palsy, or spastics shouldn't be allowed to have razors.  Forget shaving the excess hair off my tits! I'd probably SLICE MY THROAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-114732032002965826?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/114732032002965826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=114732032002965826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114732032002965826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114732032002965826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2006/05/ouchee-wow-wah.html' title='&quot;OUCHEE  WOW-WAH!!&quot;'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-114662221265618062</id><published>2006-05-02T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:10:12.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Me Outta Here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;P &lt;/strong&gt;lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;nother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N &lt;/strong&gt;ut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt;ubicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for an MRI but I didn't know it wasn't an OPEN MRI until I got there.  They got me in up to my thighs and I almost PANICED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I said, "Get me outta here!!"&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I went back to get another appt at an O P E N  MRI!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-114662221265618062?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/114662221265618062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=114662221265618062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114662221265618062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114662221265618062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-me-outta-here.html' title='Get Me Outta Here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-114574733349294415</id><published>2006-04-22T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:11:25.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAINS   "Wooo-Wooo"</title><content type='html'>Well, I have collected trains for years. I still have the electric train that I got for Christmas in 1959. I have an N-scale and HO-scale. I'm in the process of displaying the smaller trains for the boys. They love trains, Tyler especially. He is 3 and LOVES that train with all the friends, Thomas. I've already given him a big train that blows it's whistle. I gave him a RR crossing signal bank for his birthday. When you put money in, it makes noise and the lights flash. He really loves it. So the boys have a playhouse, trains, basketball goal, swimming pool, and other things to play with when they visit. I got the bubble guns for their next visit. Man, this is right down my alley. I'm having so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-114574733349294415?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/114574733349294415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=114574733349294415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114574733349294415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114574733349294415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2006/04/trains-wooo-wooo.html' title='TRAINS   &quot;Wooo-Wooo&quot;'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-114574684252442393</id><published>2006-04-22T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:00:42.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JIGSAW PUZZLES</title><content type='html'>During the January-March time period, I began working puzzles. I've done 9 so far but haven't done any in the past month.  Animals, scenes, and of course, ELVIS are among the pictures on the puzzles.  Some I did in a couple of days and some took over a week.  The Elvis photomosaic puzzle took a long time.  Man! It was very difficult.  For those who aren't familiar with photomosaic puzzles, the consist of many many small photos, when put together, will make a larger picture.  It's a good pasttime for us retar--uh retired folks.  So now I am looking for more Elvis puzzles to do.  I have 2.  I also have other puzzles to work.  Now that the weather is pretty, I don't really want to just stay in and work puzzles.  But I have some just in case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-114574684252442393?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/114574684252442393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=114574684252442393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114574684252442393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114574684252442393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2006/04/jigsaw-puzzles.html' title='JIGSAW PUZZLES'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-114572252464696929</id><published>2006-04-22T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:15:24.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos..........</title><content type='html'>The Bible says that our bodies are the temple of the Lord.  So, as I see it, anyone who puts tattoos all over their body is like painting graffiti on the church building.  Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-114572252464696929?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/114572252464696929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=114572252464696929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114572252464696929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114572252464696929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2006/04/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos..........'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-114572237665131910</id><published>2006-04-22T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:12:56.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Lookee Here!</title><content type='html'>Let's see, it's been months since my last post. And alot has happened. My last post was in October, I think. So let's see if I can bring everyone up to par without boring you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: THANKSGIVING! Everyone came up for the holidays. But let's back up to the weeks before. I again came down with bronchitis. Didn't feel like doing anything. Three days before Thanksgiving, I had a little strength and decided to cook some chicken. SURPRISE!! The bottom coil of the oven burned out. TWO DAYS BEFORE THANKSGIVING!!!! So I try to get a coil and it doesn't come in until, let's see,..... FEBRUARY!!!! So we ordered anything that had to be cooked in the oven. Overall, everything was delicious and it all went off without a hitch. Others brought so much wonderful food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: CHRISTMAS! Again everyone but my sister and brother-in-law came up for the holidays. This time, we had more good food(some orderd again, some brought), good times, 2 pregnant women, .............and a DEAD varment in the attic. And it STANK!!!!!!!!! So nobody could sleep in that bedroom. We sprayed, lit candles, burned good-smelling stuff, etc.   NOTHING helped.  This odor lasted for about 3 weeks.  (rewinding) Mother kept hearing something running, scratching, and chewing in the attic. So we got the Cook's man to look and set traps(that kills them and leaves their dead carcus where it dies &amp;  lies) WHEWY!!  Now remember, we had not 1 but &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; pregnant women.  Bless their hearts.   They weren't sick enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January:  Went to therapy for my upper back.  From the MRI(something who is claustrophobic like me shouldn't have to go through), it was found that I have a bone spur, bulging disk, and bad arthritis damage on my vertabrae.  And I have arthritis damage in lumbar area, and misaligned lower lumbar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:  Our little Olivia Lain Montgomery was born on Feb. 27th.  Awwww, she is so precious!  Her big brother, Tyler, turned 3 on Feb. 24th.   Congrats to then parents, Rush and Wendy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: Mom and I both went to therapy; I, for my lower back and mother, for her balance and weakness.   Didn't help either of us.  But we tried.  We also had to have the pipes cleaned out.  Everything was backing up into my tub.   It's always something around here.  &lt;br /&gt;Everyone came up for a few days and we really had a blast.  We saw Olivia for the first time. She is beautiful and so precious!!  My grand-nephews and I had a great time.  Everyone had a good time hiding Easter eggs and letting the boys look for them.  Then we all sat and watched them open the eggs to find prizes inside.  My niece got the bright idea to "build a playhouse". So with scrap presswood and NO power tools, we proceed to build. Tori used a handsaw until she was cross-eyed.  She asked me if I had a skillsaw. "NOPE!"  She asked me if I had a carving knife. "NOPE!"  She finally got her big brother, Rush, involved.  He and I made a 3-wall house. It is cute.  The boys loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:  I have added to the playhouse.  I put some kiddie chairs and tables in it and put their little picnic table by it.  I put the little basketball goal by it too.  I have shelves, and even a "Welcome" sign on the side of it.  I spray painted the inside a little and put some shelf paper on one wall.  I even put a real honest-to-goodness living room rug in it. My niece is gonna try and find a kitchen set &amp; chalk board for it.  I have a small magnetic board and letter and number magnets for it.  So far it has a kitchen w/utencils and a few dishes, dining room, living room, bedroom w/inflatable mattress, picnic area, and basketball court.  Oh, and all of this is in the garage so they can even play when it rains.  I've had lots of fun getting it all together.  Can't wait for the boys to see it. It is NOTHING like it was.   They'll be surprised.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-114572237665131910?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/114572237665131910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=114572237665131910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114572237665131910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/114572237665131910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-lookee-here.html' title='Well, Lookee Here!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-113922157348073565</id><published>2006-02-06T04:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T04:26:13.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Number 2</title><content type='html'>My niece and grand-nephew came up this weekend. We had fun and really enjoyed having them.  Mostly just lazed around but did manage to go to The Children's Museum of the Shoals.  That's always a hoot.  And we went to old faithful Wal-Mart.  My niece got some material and made a blanket.  She is so smart!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I tried to work a Photomosaics puzzle of Elvis.  My nephew gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago.  I waited so long to work it because I finally got some good glasses.  Anyhoo, I didn't even get all the border done.  I don'tknow how anyone works these things.  There are so many small photos that are alike.  SoI instead worked another Elvis puzzle that tells a story of his life and each section gives a clue as to what to work on next. I had all of it done in one day, except for the picture. It is black, white, and grey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and a Merry Christmas.  We now have a new year for fresh starts.  A clean slate, a blank parchment, more chances to start over.  I trust everyone will take advantage of the opportunities that come with the new year and try to improve, do better, care more, love more, worry less, make new friends, and trust God in everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-113922157348073565?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/113922157348073565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=113922157348073565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/113922157348073565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/113922157348073565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2006/02/update-number-2.html' title='Update Number 2'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-113912929679319479</id><published>2006-02-05T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:49:06.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back..................Again!</title><content type='html'>OK, I know. I know. It's been almost 3+ months since my last blog. For that, I apologize. Got busy, been sick, had several holidays, etc. But I hope to be more consistant with my posting from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the news. My nephew and his wife are expecting their second child any day now. And my niece is expecting her second baby in August. We're growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found several interesting sites that I hope to share with you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my first grand-nephew was born, I have kept a photo album of him. I also made on for my second grand-nephew and the little boy next door. I finally got my time and want-to together and updated all three albums. Because I have two more books to start. One for my little grand-niece who is due any day now. And I'll start one for the other child. I've seen so many pics, I'm cross-eyed. It's fun. I also have an album of my grand-nephews together. And I'll make one of my niece and nephew together as they grew up. Than I'm gonna make one of my sister and me as we grew up. Not very far into the future, we might need a wide angle lens for us. HA! Middle-age spread has taken hold. Yep, going through 50+ years of pics can make one melancholy. Where did all the years go? Was I ever that skinny? I wonder what ever happened to some folks. Lots of folks are deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has lived in the same house for 50 years now. Five generations have been in this house and yard. Many friends have played here. Many pets have frolicked here(&amp;amp; some varments not wanted-- see below). Many vehicles have been here from at least a 1956 Chevy to a 2005 Mercury. And some ghosts still linger here from past eons before we moved here in 1956. This old house has seen it's share of good and bad. It was added on to in 1965, partly remodeled in 1974, and added on to in 1991. And with the growing that the family is doing, we need even more space. We only have the whole clan together at the same time mostly during the holidays. But it's nice to have the needed space when they are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, about the varments. In 1990, 91, we had some possums living under the floor. In the springtime, we usually have ants marching through the kitchen. In the summer, I found a Brown Recluse in my tub. So I caught the thing and took it to Cook's Pest Control. Mom and I had to leave for a day while the house was sprayed and traps were set. After that, we had something gnawing around the attic. The Cook's guy put bait up there and whatever was living up there, ate it............and died.............and started stinking. UGH!! Just in time for Christmas and it started to smell. It was so bad, nobody could sleep in the room. And we had 2 pregnant women at the time. I tried several things to get rid of the odor. But when a dead verment smells, there "ain't no getting rid of the stink"!!!!! Hee! We sprayed, put out deoderizers, and finally turned on the vaccumn with deoderizers in the water. I thought about the latter after everybody had gone. Better late than never, I guess. But it only helped temporarily. So after a month of smelling this rancid, foul order, it went away. So a word of wisdom from a fool. DO NOT put bait out to get rid of some varment! Trap it live and get rid of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-113912929679319479?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/113912929679319479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=113912929679319479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/113912929679319479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/113912929679319479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-backagain.html' title='I&apos;m Back..................Again!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112985863775385554</id><published>2005-10-20T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:37:17.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Trip</title><content type='html'>Mother and I went to Pelham area to visit family for a few days.  Had a good time.  All the family members in the area came over two nights to visit.  My bro-in-law cooked and the food was wonderful.  Got to visit my sister's work place and meet a few folks.  Got our eyes checked for glasses where my niece works.  My nephew and his family came over. I played with my two grand-nephews.  We are pooped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my bed was high. Man, mother had to have a B'ham phone book to get up on the bed at my sister's place.  I thank each and every person who's name is in that book.  It is a thick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to run errands when we got home.  Washed and trimmed mother's hair.  "Tired" ain't the word for the way I feel right now.  I passed that hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, family, for the great trip and fun we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112985863775385554?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112985863775385554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112985863775385554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112985863775385554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112985863775385554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/10/great-trip.html' title='Great Trip'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112959693839988584</id><published>2005-10-17T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:59:31.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWYT, part 2</title><content type='html'>Some things that can be substituted for usual needs are:&lt;br /&gt;shampoo-------dry shampoo spray&lt;br /&gt;soap-----------latherless bath rinse&lt;br /&gt;usual size------small personal sizes (get small containers and separate the larger portions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, one can use his/her on discretion when packing the necessary items that might be needed.  The list I made can be altered as one sees fit.  It is only a check list so you can choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112959693839988584?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112959693839988584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112959693839988584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112959693839988584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112959693839988584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/10/wwyt-part-2.html' title='WWYT, part 2'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112939312141334559</id><published>2005-10-15T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T11:18:41.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you take?</title><content type='html'>In the aftermath of Hurricanes Katrina and Rita, along with the floods, earthquakes, and fires that have happened all over the world, it gets one to thinking just what would one take with them if they had to leave in a hurry.  Well, think no more.  For I, Bonya, have thought it all for you.  That's what one does when they retire and have nothing but time on their hands.  First of all, you plan for the future, the far ahead future.  Like into the next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in your house, you need a small area for the things that you would want and need to take.  These items need to be in something that can be carried.  I will try to break it down as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL&lt;br /&gt;toiletries(small sizes)&lt;br /&gt;     disposable razors&lt;br /&gt;     tooth brush/toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;     comb/brush&lt;br /&gt;     sanitary pads(optional)&lt;br /&gt;     deoderant&lt;br /&gt;     shampoo/cream rinse&lt;br /&gt;     soap&lt;br /&gt;     hand sanitizer or cloths&lt;br /&gt;     any very personal items needed for individual attention&lt;br /&gt;extra glasses(for those who wear glasses)/sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;extra hearing aids and batteries(for those who wear aids)&lt;br /&gt;at least one change of clothes per family member(roll up tightly with socks and underwear inside)&lt;br /&gt;one change of shoes(optional)&lt;br /&gt;toilet paper(1 or 2 rolls)&lt;br /&gt;items for babies&lt;br /&gt;     diapers                  rattle&lt;br /&gt;     extra pacifier       blanket&lt;br /&gt;     wipe n dipes         bibs&lt;br /&gt;     bottle                    Rx&lt;br /&gt;items for children&lt;br /&gt;     crayons n coloring book&lt;br /&gt;     stuffed animal or fun toy&lt;br /&gt;     small games&lt;br /&gt;items for pets&lt;br /&gt;     chewy toy&lt;br /&gt;     treats/bones&lt;br /&gt;     small blanket for sit/sleep area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON, YOU CAN DO THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST AID KIT( medium or small)&lt;br /&gt;band-aids&lt;br /&gt;small scissors n tweezers&lt;br /&gt;peroxide&lt;br /&gt;alcohol or alcohol wipes&lt;br /&gt;neosporin&lt;br /&gt;tape&lt;br /&gt;bandages(various sizes)&lt;br /&gt;elastic bandage&lt;br /&gt;ice/heat packs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSINESS(should be in a locked briefcase)&lt;br /&gt;Family BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;pen n pad&lt;br /&gt;calculator&lt;br /&gt;phone numbers(family, personal, business)&lt;br /&gt;folder&lt;br /&gt;     last year's income tax info&lt;br /&gt;     present years infofor the following filing&lt;br /&gt;           (remember the world doesn't stop just because you have to leave home)&lt;br /&gt;     extra credit cards&lt;br /&gt;     insurance papers&lt;br /&gt;     copies of anything that might be finished later(update this as time goes by and           &lt;br /&gt;projects are finished)                   &lt;br /&gt;     pictures of the family(label names, d.o.b., date of picture,  any other info)&lt;br /&gt;     *for those of you with pet(s), label photos also.&lt;br /&gt;     list of Social Security numbers for you family members&lt;br /&gt;     fingerprint kit results for children/family members&lt;br /&gt;     some form of monetary means(money, cashiers checks, money orders, cashable bonds, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW STOP AND TAKE A DEEP BREATH. THIS IS NOT TO BE DONE THE LAST MINUTE.  YOU SHOULD START NOW GETTING THESE ITEMS TOGETHER. &lt;br /&gt;***For those of you with babies or small children, you'll need to update this ever so often.  Kids grow up so fast.  Be sure to change the bottles, diapers, pacifiers, etc with other up-to-date items.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see........what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISC.&lt;br /&gt;flashlights w/extra batteries/bulbs&lt;br /&gt;lighter/matches&lt;br /&gt;candles&lt;br /&gt;playing cards&lt;br /&gt;snacks (raisins, cheerios, crackers, nuts, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;plastic trash bags--any size(you'll need these, trust me)&lt;br /&gt;bottled water&lt;br /&gt;puzzle books/book to read&lt;br /&gt;small tool kits are optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Most of this can be packed in a suitcase on wheels. (or two) Keep briefcase separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU START NOW, YOU MIGHT BE FINISHED BY THE TIME YOU NEED IT. You can do one section a day or every few days.  Don't make yourself sick over it.  You'll be glad you have it if you ever need it.  JUST DON'T FORGET WHERE YOU PUT IT ONCE IT'S PACKED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is enough for now. More later.  Feel free to copy this, send it on to family, friends, business associates, and use it.  Please send any additions/changes/ideas to me, if you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112939312141334559?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112939312141334559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112939312141334559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112939312141334559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112939312141334559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-would-you-take.html' title='What would you take?'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112910453853555111</id><published>2005-10-12T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T03:08:58.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's One For Ya!</title><content type='html'>Since I got my computer repaired, I've got to get a haircut.  I kept it pulled out everytime I tried to get on my computer. Since I no longer have the problems I use to have, my hair is growing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is short, I know.  But big things come in small packages.  And this is a BIG thing to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112910453853555111?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112910453853555111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112910453853555111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112910453853555111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112910453853555111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/10/heres-one-for-ya.html' title='Here&apos;s One For Ya!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112908474526393342</id><published>2005-10-11T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:39:05.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Music</title><content type='html'>I am really enjoying good music since  getting my computer fixed.  &lt;a href="http://www.mikesoldies.com/"&gt;Mike's Oldies Misic&lt;/a&gt; A very good music site.  Great Stuff!!  Ran into my neighbor that fixed my computer. I showed him the BIG smile on my face.  &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/retro2/croonerjd/#"&gt;JD Hay's Crooners Collection of full length music wavs.&lt;/a&gt;  Another good site.    Click and enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112908474526393342?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112908474526393342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112908474526393342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112908474526393342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112908474526393342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-music.html' title='Good Music'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112884547156561880</id><published>2005-10-09T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T03:11:12.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FALL !!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, I love fall.  It is my favorite time of year (except for Christmas).  I want to fall in love and go places.  I feel good. Maybe it's because I can breathe.  No alergy flair-ups.  Whatever the reason, it brings back memories (some I could do without) and I feel like a kid.  I love fall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am REALLY enjoying my computer.  Now I stay on for hours because &lt;strong&gt;I want to&lt;/strong&gt; instead of having to wait that long for it to do something.  I'm like a kid in a candy store.  I'm enjoying listening to music again.  No stuttering or echos.  And I don't have to chase my mouse.  It is obedient.  "Good little mousy."  I was about ready to get me acat.  A BIG cat. A BIT MEAN cat.  One that would put a Siberian tiger to shame.  "Heeeeeere, kitty, kitty."  I just can't be thankful enough of my neighbor who re-worked my computer. He's a genious!!  Thanks, Bro!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112884547156561880?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112884547156561880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112884547156561880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112884547156561880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112884547156561880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-fall.html' title='IT&apos;S FALL !!!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112882056080529231</id><published>2005-10-08T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:16:00.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got my computer working like it should.  Thanks to my wonderful neighbor, Kerry, I can get on in less than 30 seconds and online in less than 1 minute.  I gotta say this, he is so smart when it comes to computers.  It completely builds them from scratch.  I now have Windows XP Home edition.  My camera works once again.  I can listen to music too.  My computer had a stutter and an echo.  Now it is normal.  I'm hoping to burn some CDs too.  He even went over everything and made sure I knew what was what.  He is so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS, KERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112882056080529231?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112882056080529231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112882056080529231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112882056080529231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112882056080529231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-to-21st-century.html' title='Welcome to the 21st Century'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112692400897296472</id><published>2005-09-16T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:26:49.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...Here We Go Again!</title><content type='html'>Voices, knocks, footsteps, things whisking by.  The haints are at it again.  They've called my name and yelled, "Yoo-Hoo".  They've opened doors.  Mom and I have heard them.  Maybe they're getting ready for Halloween.  Don't know.  But they are in charge as to when they make themselves known.  Just.............don't ................touch...............me, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112692400897296472?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112692400897296472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112692400897296472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112692400897296472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112692400897296472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/09/okayhere-we-go-again.html' title='Okay...Here We Go Again!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112638175382634883</id><published>2005-09-10T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T14:49:13.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Constance's Loyalty</title><content type='html'>"Hark! What faire maiden waits on yon hill at the southernmost end of the kingdom?  Why, it's Constance Lynde with her long flowing hair and rosy cheeks as red as the fall sunset.  What?  Why doest thou weepeth?"&lt;br /&gt;     "I know not what dragons of evil lurketh over yon hilltop.  My knight hast gone to battle and I shaint rest till he come again."&lt;br /&gt;     "Why waiteth thou alone? Doest thou not have kindreds in the castle?"&lt;br /&gt;     "Oh, no,my lord.  My kindreds are in a far country and I have traveled seeking fame and fortune and marriage too, should it be along the way."&lt;br /&gt;     "What doth thy knight battle?  Doth he wear shining armor?"&lt;br /&gt;     "No, my lord. My knight wears no suit of shining armor.  He wears only what others have discarded.  But the heart, ooh, the heart is a heart of gold.  He is rich with beauty, wisdom, and love that surpasseth all others in all yon kingdom.  He fighteth the serpants of inflation, the dragons of taxes, and the crocodiles of death.  He rides not on a white stallion.  But on a mare filled with love and trust for her master."&lt;br /&gt;     "When doth thou look for thy loving and noble knight?"&lt;br /&gt;     "I look for my love when the sun openeth his eyes and smiles over yon hills.  I look for my lord when the stars play hide n seek with the moon.  I look for him when the earth is covered with thick blankets of snow.  And I look and I look when the summer is nigh."&lt;br /&gt;     "Ah, but when doest thou expect him?  What, weepeth thou again?"&lt;br /&gt;     "Alas, my poor soul doth weep for I expect not my lord.  I wait and I watch and I pray.  But I expecteth not my love to return from battle.  I shall leave for home on the morrow for I am weary and findeth no rest for my soul.  (pause)      Wait a minute! Where am I?"&lt;br /&gt;     "Scotland, my lady."&lt;br /&gt;     "Well, no wonder.  I'm suppose to be in England!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-3-1978&lt;br /&gt;Bonya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112638175382634883?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112638175382634883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112638175382634883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112638175382634883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112638175382634883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/09/lady-constances-loyalty.html' title='Lady Constance&apos;s Loyalty'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112634968269209665</id><published>2005-09-10T05:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T14:59:05.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Blog Blog.........Blog Blog Again</title><content type='html'>Title to the tune of Barbara Ann by Jan and Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been so long between blogs. Lots of stuff going on and then sometimes I just don't feel the need. I found my notebooks of songs, poems, etc. I plan on sharing some of those off and on. So for starters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It may seem that I don't know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;But don't tell me because I think I do." BRG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost in sin. But now I know my way around. copied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;"Once upon a time in the deep forest of some land whose name has long been forgotten, there lived a beautiful maiden and her brother. The maiden, Constance, loved her brother, Stephano, with all her heart and dreaded the day when he would get married and move out of their humble abode. The time was growing short for he had asked the king for the hand of his daughter in marriage, providing the rest of her came with it. " BRG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I worked for the State of Alabama Dept. of Transportation, I was able to work in several different locations in the state. One of these was Stevenson in the northeast corner next to the AL/TN state line. One day we were attempting to survey a road that had been built up to a somewhat tall height. I was given a walkie-talkie and a level(device for measuring height) and told to go down the side of this road(WAY DOWN) and look for a tree with a colored ribbon on it. I stepped on what I thought was solid ground. But I immediately sank up to my thighs. When I tried to move, I sank even more. So, trying NOT to panic, I calmly radioed my team and told them to, "Get me out of here, NOW!!" By the time they came running down the hill with arms and hair flying, I was up to my mid-drift in the mud. It took a bull dozer and two men to pull me out. Anyhoo, after my ordeal, I came up with some sayings that sort of shed some light on the subject. Oh btw, the pit I was in was around 18ft. And my rubber boots are still down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. Yes, Bonya, there is a mud puddle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOST --- White female&lt;br /&gt;Last seen with level and close to a mud puddle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOTICE: Have you lost a mud puddle?&lt;br /&gt;Contact Bonya, she's found a few."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww, you know Bonya. She's the one who throws herself into her work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's wrong with Bonya lately?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, she's been down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now, enough of that................for now. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112634968269209665?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112634968269209665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112634968269209665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112634968269209665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112634968269209665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-blog-blogblog-blog-again.html' title='Blog Blog Blog.........Blog Blog Again'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112478878352912480</id><published>2005-08-23T03:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T04:19:43.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's 4 In The Morning...</title><content type='html'>...And once more the dawning just woke up the wanting in me."(a classic country song by Faron Young)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, after doing absolutely NOTHING for the "ghost hunting equipment", mother heard noise in my bedroom. It was so obvious, she went to check it out.  Of course, there was nothing there.  But she heard the handle on my bed drawer rattle and some rattle of items being placed on my computer desk.  Now , NOW they surface.  Not while the equipment was set up.  Not while the cameras were rolling and flashing.  Noooooo!! The little buggars.  I guess the flash was willing but the spirit was weak. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These combinations of conglobberations in these combloggerations of imaginations are sometimes imitations of fascinations from inclinations of plain ol' folks."  BG '05 (you may use this any old way you wish)  (I've got to start getting more  sleep) ;~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112478878352912480?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112478878352912480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112478878352912480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112478878352912480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112478878352912480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-4-in-morning.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s 4 In The Morning...'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112469955971485495</id><published>2005-08-22T03:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T03:32:42.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ya Just Hate It ........?</title><content type='html'>I wrote a nice medium-length blog this afternoon.  I was almost finished when the computer went off.  So, I'll try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my family came up for the weekend. One member brought his "ghost hunting equipment" and cameras.  He set it up and we all listened for a few hours.  Now normally, there are voices being heard, things walking by, sweet odors, people touching us, blankets being pulled off the bed, parties being attended by numerous guests, and various other  "hauntings."  But  did anyone show up for the equipment?  NOOOOOOOOO!!! Not a dang thang!  We usually hear doors opening, people talking, music playing, footsteps, etc.  But, like a dog that is asked to perform tricks for the neighbors, NOTHING!!  No chains rattling, no bones creaking, no evil laughter, no evil eyes, NOTHING!!  We were soooooo disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had fun anyway.  And I appreciate all of the effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112469955971485495?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112469955971485495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112469955971485495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112469955971485495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112469955971485495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-ya-just-hate-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Ya Just Hate It ........?'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112466369277109731</id><published>2005-08-21T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:34:52.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need loving</title><content type='html'>I don't want to touch the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me Cloud Nine.&lt;br /&gt;Let my dripping lips touch yours,&lt;br /&gt;Your body lay with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and give me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a great big kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand really still, Dear,&lt;br /&gt;And make sure you don't miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112466369277109731?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112466369277109731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112466369277109731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112466369277109731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112466369277109731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-need-loving.html' title='I need loving'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112415153030417730</id><published>2005-08-15T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:18:50.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Just About Does It, Don't It?</title><content type='html'>Man, I lifted crates today and unpacked them.  This afternoon, I had a sensation in my eye.  It was sore too.  I went to the doctor because it was blood red.  He is sending me to the ER tonight or to my Medical Doctor ASAP.  My blood pressure was 153/104.  Whoa!! He said if it had been inside my head, it'd have been a stroke.  I'm going in the morning when they open.  So whatever has not been unpacked, will not be unpacked.  Whatever is in the garage, will stay there.  I did get alot done this morning.  So as far as the unpacking goes, that just about does it, don't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112415153030417730?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112415153030417730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112415153030417730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112415153030417730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112415153030417730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-just-about-does-it-dont-it.html' title='That Just About Does It, Don&apos;t It?'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112406355708970111</id><published>2005-08-14T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:52:37.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the hits just keep on coming...</title><content type='html'>...and the trash just keeps on going.  Clean out, put up, throw away, toss aside, one pile for Salvation Army, one pile for trash can, one pile for give away, straighten this, change that, lost something, found something else. Wow! Where'd this come from?  I forgot about this thing.  Whoa!  Don't strike a match, Dude!  Give me that.  Take this thing and do something with it.  Where's my mother? She was standing over by the closet earlier. Then she came up missing. I've searched everywhere.  It's been an hour or so.  Where is she?  Oh, she went to the bathroom.  Break Time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've moved some books. Now I have some room on my shelf  for something else. I put the cassette case there. Now I have a hole where the tape case use to be.  Oh, I put my multi-drawer cabinet there. Now I have a hole where the cabinet use to be.  Oh, I'll put my little basket there.  See what I've been going thru this week? Having fun yet? DUH!!?? I no longer  need a haircut. I've pulled it all out myself.  Break Time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112406355708970111?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112406355708970111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112406355708970111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112406355708970111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112406355708970111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-hits-just-keep-on-coming.html' title='And the hits just keep on coming...'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112394893848002532</id><published>2005-08-13T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:02:18.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does This Go????</title><content type='html'>Still trying to put stuff back from being packed up.  I'm about ready to toss it all.  The house is almost back to normal. But still have things in the garage to bring in.  I hope this never happens again.  It is rediculous!  I'm about at the end of my rope.  And Mom has put things where they weren't before.  She wants to use things that we have had for YEARS, DECADES but never used before.  I vote for getting rid of them.  Throw it all out.  Give it all away.  Just GET RID OF IT!!!!! It's not worth breaking my back over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life.  I need a friend.  I need a vacation!!!!!!!!!  But since Mother is no longer getting money from Daddy, I am paying all the bills that we use to share.  I'm tired.  I'm pissed.  I'm gonna scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112394893848002532?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112394893848002532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112394893848002532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112394893848002532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112394893848002532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-does-this-go.html' title='Where Does This Go????'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112362045748746820</id><published>2005-08-09T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T15:47:37.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEW!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, that's over.  The guys from Cook's came and sprayed the powder everywhere and placed their little sticky traps.  Man, it's been a hell of a week.  Now comes the fun part of putting everything back where it use to be.   We are tired.  It'd be a good thing to have another yard sale instead of putting some of the stuff back.  Christmas struff is definately going!!  And some glassware and cookware.  Any bids??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112362045748746820?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112362045748746820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112362045748746820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112362045748746820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112362045748746820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/whew.html' title='WHEW!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112334235520589976</id><published>2005-08-06T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:32:35.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No, Not Again!!</title><content type='html'>Well, as you know, I posted earlier that our house looks like a tornado hit it. Yesterday we had a freak summer storm with HIGH winds. So now the yard looks like a tornado hit it too. Limbs, twigs, &amp; debris everywhere. I raked twice  and the yard guy picked up the piles and mowed the small stuff.  It even blew down most of our original Grandfather Greybeard tree that is over 150yrs old.  But there is new growth, so that's good.  Man, I'll be glad when this spider stuff is over.  It'll take us more time to go through everything carefully and throw away or pack up or put back.  I blew everything off outside preparing to put more boxes and crates out there.  We had just cleaned out our drawers and closets a few weeks ago.  And here we go again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're going to a friend's place for the day Tuesday.  I do work for her on the side. So I'm gonna work that day updating her Real Estate listing book.  We now think we'll have to be away from the house 10 hours while the pesty guys spray for spiders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112334235520589976?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112334235520589976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112334235520589976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112334235520589976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112334235520589976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-no-not-again.html' title='Oh No, Not Again!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112310502289951160</id><published>2005-08-03T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T16:37:02.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OW OH UGH OW-OW!!!</title><content type='html'>Man, having to prepare for the exterminators is back-breaking.  They won't be able to come until next Tuesday.  In the meantime, it looks like a tornado hit the inside of our house.  Back brace, CHECK! wrist brace, CHECK! knee brace, CHECK! elbow brace, CHECK! brain brace, CHE, What?? OUCHEE!!!! I hurt.  I hope the guys kill the spiders BEFORE it kills me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112310502289951160?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112310502289951160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112310502289951160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112310502289951160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112310502289951160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/ow-oh-ugh-ow-ow.html' title='OW OH UGH OW-OW!!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112304284894511087</id><published>2005-08-02T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:20:48.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy Bitsy SPIDER!!!!??!!!??</title><content type='html'>This morning started with me catching a live Brown Recluse.  I put it in a container and hauled it to Cook's Pest Control.  Yep, it was a Brown Recluse, for sure.  So now we are packing stuff from the cabinets, closets, drawers, etc, so the exterminators can spray fine white powder in the attic, under the house, in the light switch sockets, the elec. sockets, and various other places that these buggars tend to hide.  It will take 2 men 6 hours one day to do the exterminating.  Mom and I have to leave for the day.  I just had a huge yard sale but I think I sold the wrong stuff.  Man, we've got so much more stuff IN the house.  And Christmas stuff you wouldn't believe.  We've got to life in this mess until they find time to exterminate, which may or may not be in the next 2 weeks.  They average one house a day right now.  And they have a list of customers who have the same problem.  One of my friends came around 8:30 to help.  It's tough on 2 women who are handicapped/disabled to do all of the packing and moving alone.  One or both of us need a sugar daddy.  HA!  I've been itching all day.  I guess I think spiders are on me.  Oh, did I mention that they don't want anything in cardboard boxes???  Well, DUH!!  I bought 4 plastic storage crates.  The Christmas stuff alone filled those and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112304284894511087?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112304284894511087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112304284894511087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112304284894511087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112304284894511087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/08/itsy-bitsy-spider.html' title='Itsy Bitsy SPIDER!!!!??!!!??'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112242973861461697</id><published>2005-07-26T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:02:18.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingeniosity</title><content type='html'>Is that being ingenious? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondermous:  Being wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durgey purp:  Cute little puppy dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitney cat:  Kitty cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantabulous:  Fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidiotic:  Stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesha-musho:  WOW!! or MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancified:  Fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I think some of these things up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112242973861461697?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112242973861461697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112242973861461697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112242973861461697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112242973861461697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/ingeniosity.html' title='Ingeniosity'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112242848902986201</id><published>2005-07-26T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:41:29.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY ARTIST</title><content type='html'>A poem by Bonya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He painted me on the canvas of his heart;&lt;br /&gt;He drew me with a crayon of love.&lt;br /&gt;He made me look angelic with wings and a halo. &lt;br /&gt;My face looked the symbol of a dove.&lt;br /&gt;He colored my lips, a heart of crimson red;&lt;br /&gt;My lap was as the wide open sea.&lt;br /&gt;He painted my hands as sheep lying in a pasture;&lt;br /&gt;But the model that he used was me.&lt;br /&gt;My hair was flowing down as a waterfall;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were as the stars in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;My breasts were painted as the mountains of love&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't help but wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;My artist saw me as the perfect lady;&lt;br /&gt;He saw me as no other artist sees.&lt;br /&gt;He saw me as the top, the beginning, and the end;&lt;br /&gt;But all that was standing there was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c: 3-13-73&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112242848902986201?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112242848902986201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112242848902986201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112242848902986201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112242848902986201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-artist.html' title='MY ARTIST'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112233283861910916</id><published>2005-07-25T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:07:18.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did They Go??</title><content type='html'>Where did the little strawberry blond go that use to play with her bride dolls?  Where did she go after she left the land of fantasies and dreams? She fell in love and rode off into the sunset with her prince.  Only the prince turned out to be the Great Ogre from the land of darkness.  He cast spells and ordered demons to do his biddings.  There have been other loves, some noble, others were commoners.  But then she met the one true love who use to give her the bride dolls.  The little girl became his bride doll.  And they lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the little tomboy who shot up the town and rode off into the sunset on her stick horse?  No one knows.  What is she doing these days? Not a damn thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112233283861910916?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112233283861910916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112233283861910916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112233283861910916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112233283861910916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-did-they-go.html' title='Where Did They Go??'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112224703218483263</id><published>2005-07-24T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:17:12.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time....</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been thinking about the past.  Where has the time gone?  There were so many things that I wanted to do, places I wanted to go.  Due to things and circumstances (health, money, care-giving)beyond my control, my time of doing and going is past.  Just to take a trip somewhere for a couple of days would be so nice.  A change of scenery, a change of pace.  Just to be with a close friend for awhile having fun and relaxing.  I think about the friends that I've had through the years. I wonder where they are and what they are doing.  But it seems that evereytime an old friend comes back into my life, it is short-lived. A certain someone thinks that they are not good enough for me or finds something about them that she doesn't like about them. Out of jealousy or fear from this person, I am to have only this one person in my life constantly. I like people, I like traveling.  But that is in the past.  I get melancholy once in awhile listening to the oldies that were popular "in my day". Life was full of fun.  I enjoyed it.  Anyhoo, just remenising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112224703218483263?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112224703218483263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112224703218483263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112224703218483263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112224703218483263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time....'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112212852537960380</id><published>2005-07-23T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T09:22:05.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does the Bible say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biblestudyguide.org/bible-answers/body-piercings-tattoos.htm"&gt;What does the Bible say about body piercings and tattoos?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112212852537960380?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112212852537960380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112212852537960380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112212852537960380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112212852537960380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-does-bible-say.html' title='What does the Bible say?'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112212815381962195</id><published>2005-07-23T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T09:15:53.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Job!!</title><content type='html'>Well, if any of you have been reading my blogs, you've noticed that I've held a variety of jobs.  But I had to take an early retirement due to disabilities.  But that doesn't mean that I should lay down and die.  Right? OK, looking for something to do that will pay me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;under the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Nothing big, just a few extra dollars to help between paychecks.   I am a great organizer, catergorizer, filer, record keeper, counter,(HA!), etc.  Something on computer or mailings.  Something to pass the time of day besides watching tv and checking my e-mail.  Just let me know.  Any questions, just ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112212815381962195?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112212815381962195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112212815381962195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112212815381962195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112212815381962195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-job.html' title='Get a Job!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112210538871553374</id><published>2005-07-23T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T02:56:28.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check This Out Sometime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biblestudyguide.org/"&gt;Bible Study on BibleStudyGuide.org. Study the Bible on the Internet. Topics in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112210538871553374?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112210538871553374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112210538871553374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112210538871553374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112210538871553374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/check-this-out-sometime.html' title='Check This Out Sometime'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112208399667162133</id><published>2005-07-22T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:59:56.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1....2.......3.........4..........5..............</title><content type='html'>Counting..........I can't count how many times I stop to count things.  I find myself counting the chairs in the choir loft at church, the potted plants on the stage, banners on the wall.  I count white cars on a short trip to town.  I count the fish or flowers on towels, bites left on my plate. Whatever there are more than two of, I count.  I put The Count on Sesame Street to shame. And I'm sure that I'm NOT the only one who does this. When I worked for the State of AL Dept. of Trans., I had to count orange and white barrels, orange cones,  barricades, flashing lights,etc. So, I guess it kinda stuck with me.  And how many times has my heart been broken?  I can't count that high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112208399667162133?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112208399667162133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112208399667162133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112208399667162133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112208399667162133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/12345.html' title='1....2.......3.........4..........5..............'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112179338432535360</id><published>2005-07-19T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:16:24.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever did I do? OR Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>Well, to get an idea of what I use to do when I was on the work force, let me try and fill you in.  I worked as a librarian in high school and college. I was a reading instructor, 3rd &amp; 4th grades' Teacher's Aide at a christian school for 1 1/2 yrs.  This also included cheerleader sponsor and girls' basketball coach.  And I was a cartographer for a guarantee co. and a land/resident info collector for a land appraisor company for a few years.  Then, I became a blooming idiot in the floral dept at a grocery store for 2 yrs.  For 15 yrs, I worked for the State of AL Dept. of Trans.  It took me to Huntsville, Madison, Decatur, Rainsville, Dutton, Stevens, Russelleville doing many various jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the places I've been, of all the jobs I've had, of all the things I've done, I have learned ONE MAJOR thing.  SAVE MONEY!!!!! Don't spend it frivilously thinking that you'll keep working and making money.  I thought I had many years to work.  Instead, I was forced to take an early retirement on disability.  Now I live on a fixed income.  Thank God for the jobs I had and the great insurance that I still have.  But if I had it all to do over, I would SAVE!!! SAVE!!! SAVE!!!!!  The things that you think you just cannot live without, you can.  The toys that you just have to have, you don't.  The trips you think you must take, just don't spend as much on them as you think you should.  Take it from a fool.  Believe me, you never know!!  Some of you are thinking, "Oh yeah, right!  I'm still young. What could happen to me?"  Did you know that every time you get into your vehicle and get in traffic that  about 95% of the drivers are impaired in some way.  Some of these ways are: upset, sick, angry, on medication, on illegal drugs, talking on the phone, doing make-up, eating, hearing impaired, seeing impaired, listening to music, hurt limb (leg or arm might be in cast), intoxicated, arguing with someone, laughing , day dreaming, driving in B'ham.  So the next time you go somewhere, remember that there are alot of people who do not give driving their undivided attention.  So ANYTHING can happen.  And that could cost you your health, your job, your life.  If I had the chance, I would speak to folks about saving money and being careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my 2 cents worth.  I hope it is worth more to you.  Better yet, I hope it doesn't cost you anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112179338432535360?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112179338432535360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112179338432535360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112179338432535360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112179338432535360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-ever-did-i-do-or-where-does-time.html' title='What ever did I do? OR Where does the time go?'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112153069942768711</id><published>2005-07-16T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T11:18:19.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day is Never Over</title><content type='html'>A song that I wrote for some roommates in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is never over, if it leaves a memory.&lt;br /&gt;With the memories, a day is never through.&lt;br /&gt;And I have alot of days that aren't over,&lt;br /&gt;For I have alot of memories of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With memories to cling to, a day is never over.&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever say, "That day is gone."&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of days I can cling to.&lt;br /&gt;For you gave me memories to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heart full of love, the memories stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever take those days away.&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is full of love that will never die.&lt;br /&gt;With the love I have, the memories will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c 10-10-1975&lt;br /&gt;Bonya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112153069942768711?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112153069942768711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112153069942768711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112153069942768711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112153069942768711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-is-never-over.html' title='The Day is Never Over'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112153027877795431</id><published>2005-07-16T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T11:11:18.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Thinks....</title><content type='html'>A poem by ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks me is a dream that someone else is dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;And I hear a scream that someone else is screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Someone just said a prayer; but t'was not I a-praying.&lt;br /&gt;My life is but a scheme that someone else is scheming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I not born to live though someone else be living?&lt;br /&gt;My, tis hard to give when someone else is giving.&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks, me thinks, me thinks; but twas not I a-thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my bones do quiver, yet some other's bones are a-quivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me stands beside the grave and I alone am graving.&lt;br /&gt;The dirt, my body craves, which no one else is craving.&lt;br /&gt;Down in the deep, I lie, and I alone am lying.&lt;br /&gt;The dark alone I brave, that no one else is braving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.1980s&lt;br /&gt;Bonya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112153027877795431?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112153027877795431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112153027877795431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112153027877795431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112153027877795431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-thinks.html' title='Me Thinks....'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112131035677649004</id><published>2005-07-13T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:05:56.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Polio Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Been reading up on PPS.  Found out there are support groups in Madison and Birmingham, AL.  Trying to find out what kind of info Mom can use to help her.  There were a couple of write-ups in the local paper a couple of weeks ago.  Seems there are several folks around the Shoals area that have PPS.  &lt;a href="http://www.timesdaily.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050701/NEWS/507010332&amp;SearchID=73214082257725"&gt;Welcome to TimesDaily.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.timesdaily.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050626/NEWS/506260358&amp;SearchID=73214082424644"&gt;Welcome to TimesDaily.com&lt;/a&gt;  Just checked Mom and she has 3 knots on her head. OUCH!!  She really had a hard fall.  I just packed her in ice packs and put her in the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112131035677649004?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112131035677649004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112131035677649004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112131035677649004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112131035677649004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/post-polio-syndrome.html' title='Post Polio Syndrome'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112130871916410311</id><published>2005-07-13T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:38:39.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, What a Week!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a hell of a week.  As a matter of fact, it's been a hell of a few months.  I'm glad it's just about over.  I'm having to wear 2 braces on my back.  Although the therapy is over, I'm still in pain at times.  I still have to get up every night to "rest" my back.  Mom has been tried mentally, emotionally, and now physically and other ways.  All we can do is rely on God and leave whatever others have done to us to Him.  He is the Great Healer, the Great Physician.  He is Judge and Juror.  "Vengeance is mine," saith the Lord, "I will repay."  We trust Him to take care of everything in His time in His way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112130871916410311?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112130871916410311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112130871916410311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112130871916410311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112130871916410311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/whew-what-week.html' title='Whew, What a Week!!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112109694690452001</id><published>2005-07-11T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T10:49:06.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ol' House cont'd</title><content type='html'>Well, it will be a long time before we can do anything else to the house.  It appears that our moolah is lower than first thought.  But God will provide.  If He expects us to live in this house, He will help us get it repaired.  But we have almost all of it done.  Just the garage doors and they can wait.  We've done a little each month and paid as we got something done.  So God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112109694690452001?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112109694690452001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112109694690452001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112109694690452001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112109694690452001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-ol-house-contd.html' title='This Ol&apos; House cont&apos;d'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112096459461898752</id><published>2005-07-09T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:03:14.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine down, 42 to go.</title><content type='html'>Well, we got some of the things repaired around the house.  But we have to wait till we have some more money saved up to continue.   It takes alot of money to keep a house up.  And when you live on a fixed income, it's sometimes difficult to have the funds to do so.  So, we'll wait and save some more.  I still have a list of things needed to do.  May have to do one thing a month. When a house is 49 yrs old, it takes alot to keep it up.  So we'll wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112096459461898752?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112096459461898752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112096459461898752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112096459461898752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112096459461898752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/nine-down-42-to-go.html' title='Nine down, 42 to go.'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112085458701197827</id><published>2005-07-08T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:29:47.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!</title><content type='html'>Q: "How do you find a needle in a haystack?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Just sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time a Viking ship was going on a crusade.  The drummer in the bottom of the ship stopped drumming and said, "I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that we're gonna get some rest and relaxation."  With this, the rowers yelled and whooped, throwing their hands up in the air. "Now for the bad news", said the Drummer.  "The Imperor wants to go water skiing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112085458701197827?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112085458701197827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112085458701197827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112085458701197827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112085458701197827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112083130977994264</id><published>2005-07-08T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:01:49.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Learned.......WHAT??!!!</title><content type='html'>Went to college for 2 yrs i  the 70s, as mentioned in a previous post.  I learned a few things.  The following being some of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Starkle, starkle, little twink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who the heck you are, I think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not as drunk as some thinkle peep I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besides, I've only had tee martoonies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've got all day sober to Sunday up in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fool so feelish, I don't know who's me yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the drunker I sit here, the longer I get."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;author unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the boarding house where I lived,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything was green with mold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long green hairs were in the butter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silver threads among the gold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the dog died, we had hot dogs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the cat died, catnip tea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the landlord died, I left there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spare ribs were too much for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;author unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something about milking a cow and passing &lt;em&gt;"the other udder to me other brother."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one about the cow that kicked the lantern over in the barn and starting a big fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember the English, History, Speeches, or other college that I studied. But I DO remember the good stuff. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112083130977994264?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112083130977994264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112083130977994264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112083130977994264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112083130977994264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-learnedwhat.html' title='You Learned.......WHAT??!!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112075424918833479</id><published>2005-07-07T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:37:29.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ribbit-Ribbit"</title><content type='html'>"Don't mind me&lt;br /&gt;     I'm just a little toad.&lt;br /&gt;If that blade gets any lower,&lt;br /&gt;     I'll be a little mowed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ribbit"  Bonya  1980s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never tell a young person that something cannot be done. God may have been waiting for centuries for somebody ignorant enough of his impossibilities to do just that thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No day is ever over if it makes a memory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonya   1980s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112075424918833479?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112075424918833479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112075424918833479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112075424918833479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112075424918833479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/ribbit-ribbit.html' title='&quot;Ribbit-Ribbit&quot;'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112075378194372537</id><published>2005-07-07T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:29:41.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Thought About....</title><content type='html'>I think I'll put some of my personal writings on this blog.  It is all copy-writed but may be used with my permission.  Some of it is funky and some is pretty good, even if I do say so myself.  Got any ideas for me to put on my blog, just let me know.  Anything you want to know about? Any info you need, let me know and I will try to help you out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have to re-do things alot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I sit  here so patiently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting to find out what price&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have to pay to get out of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going through all these things twice."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonya 1980s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112075378194372537?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112075378194372537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112075378194372537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112075378194372537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112075378194372537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-thought-about.html' title='I&apos;ve Thought About....'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112070487989774260</id><published>2005-07-06T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:54:39.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, YES, my house is haunted.  Don't know how many ghosts we have.  But someone or something is deffinately here.  They get noisy on occasion, usually when my niece comes. They like her.  So through the years, we've seen things, heard things, felt things.  Pets have seen them, children have seen them, they have kept me awake at times when I worked.   I mean, they have PARTIES with music and chatter.  I hear them run through the house. AND I'M DEAF!!!  They have never hurt us.  As a matter of fact, it has been told that whoever it is , is a protector.  Gotta go. The men in the white jackets just arrived.  "Howdy fellas! Can I ride in the big white truck?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112070487989774260?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112070487989774260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112070487989774260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112070487989774260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112070487989774260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/boooooooooo.html' title='&quot;BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112070445196196309</id><published>2005-07-06T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:47:31.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ol' House Shore Needs a'Fixin'</title><content type='html'>Well, we've been fairly busy keeping the house up to snuff.  Got the Florida Room painted. Got new faucets in the kitchen and my bathroom tub.  Measured today for astro-turf for the front porches and steps.  Also getting a new switch on the Breakfast Room ceiling fan and a new blade connector on the Florida Room ceiling fan.  Gotta get a new board on the front door so the door will close.  Still gotta get a new garage door since the mechanism on one is broken and the other door is torn up.  I have been playing musical doors for  a few months now.   So should I park behind door number 1, door number 2, or door number 3???  Yup, there's always something to do when you live in a house.  Have to wait till we get paid to get something else done.  So it will take awhile.  How's the world tereatin' you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112070445196196309?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112070445196196309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112070445196196309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112070445196196309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112070445196196309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-ol-house-shore-needs-afixin.html' title='This Ol&apos; House Shore Needs a&apos;Fixin&apos;'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112070347639356813</id><published>2005-07-06T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:31:16.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Roomie</title><content type='html'>I attended college at Bob Jones University in Greenville, S.C. for 2 years.  I have recently found one of my ex-roomies and I can't tell you what that means to me.  She was always the sweetest kid you'd ever want to meet. Kinda shy and always polite, no matter how upset she got.  I don't know who cried the most, the first week of college, being so far away from home.  I thank God that I have re-united with her via computer.  Kari, here's to you, kid!!  Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112070347639356813?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112070347639356813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112070347639356813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112070347639356813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112070347639356813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-lost-roomie.html' title='Long Lost Roomie'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112065681238884840</id><published>2005-07-06T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T08:33:32.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>One day after a lady had washed her sheets and hang them on the clothesline to dry, it came a terrible storm.  It rained and thundered for a long time.  Later, a group of men were exchanging stories about the big storm.  One said that he was asleep and diudn't know anything about it.  The other mentioned that he saw some chickens blow by.  The third man said, "It was terrible.   All I saw was three sheets in the wind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112065681238884840?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112065681238884840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112065681238884840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112065681238884840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112065681238884840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/windy.html' title='Windy!!!!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112057127920207484</id><published>2005-07-05T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T08:47:59.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>munny,munny,munneeeeee</title><content type='html'>Found an interesting site for those who like money and wonder what all the things mean.  &lt;a href="http://www.bankersonline.com/articles/bhv01n03/bhv01n03a7.html"&gt;Know Your Money&lt;/a&gt;  They sure put alot of thought into the money that we spend with no thought of what it consists.   ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112057127920207484?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112057127920207484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112057127920207484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112057127920207484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112057127920207484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/munnymunnymunneeeeee.html' title='munny,munny,munneeeeee'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112047724839498778</id><published>2005-07-04T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T06:40:48.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooowwwwwwww!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, let me tell you something.   This blogging can be a headache!!  I keep trying to set it up and get a template.  But it seems I have to just about start over to find my own blog.  I don't think I'm doing something right.  I've asked for help from my nephew, the genious, Maybe HE can make heads or tales out of this mess, if he can find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112047724839498778?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112047724839498778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112047724839498778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112047724839498778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112047724839498778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/oooooowwwwwwww.html' title='Oooooowwwwwwww!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112044935021949732</id><published>2005-07-03T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:55:50.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would also like to thank..........</title><content type='html'>My niece also gives me Elvis items for gifts.  I am lucky to have such thoughtful a niece and nephew.  Wish we lived closer together.  But alas, we are up north compared to them.  Three hours away can be too far at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112044935021949732?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112044935021949732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112044935021949732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112044935021949732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112044935021949732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-would-also-like-to-thank.html' title='I would also like to thank..........'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112044872950957237</id><published>2005-07-03T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:45:29.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Collections</title><content type='html'>I have recently, as in the past, assisted my nephew in collecting items of interest.  Star Wars, Star Trek, The X Files, etc. are just a few of the interests he has had.  I am also a nut for collecting.  I like little metal cars and trucks, Elvis, trains, caps, Elvis, oldies music, and Elvis, among others.  So when I read that my nephew  was collecting Star Wars toys from Burger King, I just HAD to join in his endeavor.  And, man, I had a blast!!  Oooweeeee, it was fun!!  What's next, Bro?! Oh did I mention that I collect Elvis? LOL  My nephewis so thoughtful. Every Christmas he and his wife get me something pertaining to Elvis.  And I can't tell them how much I appreciate it.  They are so thoughtful.  I am easy to buy for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112044872950957237?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112044872950957237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112044872950957237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112044872950957237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112044872950957237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/collections.html' title='Collections'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112044819080830123</id><published>2005-07-03T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:36:30.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mixed-up Feeling</title><content type='html'>A bad accident occurred on the highway just outside of town.  One car had hit a cow after slamming into a truck going at a high speed.  When the emergency crews arrived, they asked the police officer  on the scene how badly folks were hurt.  Standing over one victim, he pointed down and said, "Well, this one is pretty bad off. He is wearing his heart on his sleeve."  "Yeah", said another officer, This one has a chip on his shoulder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat Hut&lt;br /&gt;7-3-05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112044819080830123?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112044819080830123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112044819080830123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112044819080830123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112044819080830123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/mixed-up-feeling.html' title='A Mixed-up Feeling'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-112020729415892871</id><published>2005-07-01T03:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T03:41:34.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I may be slow, but I'm consistant.  Just be patient with me, I'm still learning how to blog. It might be easier if I knew just what on earth a blog was.  My nephew and niece blog and I can't have them out-doing me now, can I? I just hope I'm doing this right.  I hope to have some pretty interesting subjects to "blog" about soon.  So, now I'm a blogger.  I blog.  I'm in the 21st century.  I'm up-to-date. I'm current.  Does that make me a current event?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two posts in over a month. Well, I told you I was new at this.  Slow but sure, that's what I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stated in my profile, my name, in the Amazon language, means "Sweat hut". It is a place of cleansing and relaxation.  A person goes into the hut, strips down to his/her birthday suit, and lies or sits by steaming coals,wood, whatever is burning.  They hare then swatted with palm leaves or something comparable.  Ummm.  It's a modern day sauna room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-112020729415892871?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/112020729415892871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=112020729415892871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112020729415892871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/112020729415892871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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-13181312.post-111707523735747699</id><published>2005-05-25T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:40:37.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW to This!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have FINALLY started a blog.  Congratulations to me!!  &lt;em&gt;THANK YE!!  &lt;/em&gt;So what do I do now?  Post?  OK, I can do that.  I will get started soon.  So, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13181312-111707523735747699?l=sweathut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/feeds/111707523735747699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13181312&amp;postID=111707523735747699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/111707523735747699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13181312/posts/default/111707523735747699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweathut.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-to-this.html' title='NEW to This!!!'/><author><name>sweathut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306070610815209681</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>
