<?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-13937552</id><updated>2012-03-15T13:59:57.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving deeper into the depths of...Oh never mind.</title><subtitle type='html'>Random news and general meanderings of the Ulriksen nature.  Pg is not always guaranteed.  Specifically when Peter replies to a post.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-507296791980166407</id><published>2010-09-13T18:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:52:47.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>change your tire?</title><content type='html'>NASCAR pit crews are a bunch of pansies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nascar/blog/from_the_marbles/post/Army-crew-tears-apart-rebuilds-Jeep-in-four-min?urn=nascar-269203"&gt;http://sports.yahoo.com/nascar/blog/from_the_marbles/post/Army-crew-tears-apart-rebuilds-Jeep-in-four-min?urn=nascar-269203&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-507296791980166407?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/507296791980166407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=507296791980166407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/507296791980166407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/507296791980166407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/09/change-your-tire.html' title='change your tire?'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3294858231143018025</id><published>2010-06-03T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:04:08.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE!!!</title><content type='html'>I have my new house!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going on a guys retreat and golfing all weekend while Andrea sets up and cleans the old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didn't plan it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possession date was changed AFTER I arranged to go on this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea will back me up on this. Ask her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3294858231143018025?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3294858231143018025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3294858231143018025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3294858231143018025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3294858231143018025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/06/house.html' title='HOUSE!!!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-2980259040036494243</id><published>2010-05-31T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:40:03.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>I want my new house!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have to wait 2.5 hours to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am a little excited!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2980259040036494243?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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this long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of numerous childhood threats to the contrary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2831287024817666114?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/2831287024817666114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=2831287024817666114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2831287024817666114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2831287024817666114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-mom.html' title='Go mom!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3245850029214215791</id><published>2010-04-21T22:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:14:36.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>61 days in the stroke of a pen</title><content type='html'>We signed today to move the possession date of our house to June 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 days just became 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I guess this means that we just wasted 61 days of packing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Panic yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3245850029214215791?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3245850029214215791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3245850029214215791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3245850029214215791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3245850029214215791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/04/61-days-in-stroke-of-pen.html' title='61 days in the stroke of a pen'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5224072137074005400</id><published>2010-04-06T19:18:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:18:36.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We got a new house!</title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to start by saying that in 4 months we will no longer be living in a basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH!!! That felt really good to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the details...&lt;br /&gt;1050 square feet&lt;br /&gt;3 bedrooms upstairs, 1 downstairs&lt;br /&gt;full bath upstairs, 3/4 with shower downstairs&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen/Dining room&lt;br /&gt;Living Room&lt;br /&gt;developed basement&lt;br /&gt;2 car garage&lt;br /&gt;fenced lot&lt;br /&gt;park adjacent to lot and another across the street&lt;br /&gt;fully renovated upstairs and down, All rooms except furnace/laundry room&lt;br /&gt;$301,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing deal considering the market in Regina right now. We looked at another one ten minutes prior to this one that was listed for $269,000. It was nearly identical and if I were to describe it nothing I listed above would change except for the reduction of one park and the lack of renovations. The yard was horrible and the fence was in rough shape. When you compare the two, either the one we got was $40,000 under priced or the first one we looked at was $40,000 overpriced. I will include some pics of the first house for comparison purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside of house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Half the back fenced yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vjRiySAfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6VOc6LsJAQU/s1600/McIntosh+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457205264024470002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vjRiySAfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6VOc6LsJAQU/s320/McIntosh+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deck between house and garage, inside fenced area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vjRBnnlxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PFjjtiznEpA/s1600/McIntosh+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457205255121377042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vjRBnnlxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PFjjtiznEpA/s320/McIntosh+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; House and garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vjQxsy3rI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oZPYJkqeFDs/s1600/McIntosh+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457205250848120498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vjQxsy3rI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oZPYJkqeFDs/s320/McIntosh+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front of house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vjQV14DpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NSkvfT7z0uI/s1600/McIntosh+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457205243370016402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vjQV14DpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NSkvfT7z0uI/s320/McIntosh+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front yard was nothing but gravel, two huge 35 year old pine trees and a wheelchair ramp.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vlxVdUBJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/n-uoXGBb_yU/s1600/Houses+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457208009225929874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vlxVdUBJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/n-uoXGBb_yU/s320/Houses+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back yard was tiered, it was nothing but dirt, the fences were falling down and the garage needed work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457208005891363682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vlxJCSk2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/gF3w_9zCFQw/s320/Houses+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living room/Kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shelves and tables are built in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vp579i6AI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nSwWCHx9oXo/s1600/McIntosh+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457212555047135234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vp579i6AI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nSwWCHx9oXo/s320/McIntosh+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TV stand built in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vp6U7VJEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3axV6SSD6t0/s1600/McIntosh+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457212561748730946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vp6U7VJEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3axV6SSD6t0/s320/McIntosh+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dishwasher, fridge,stove included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vp6FOU1dI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1S1oJc-9YSM/s1600/McIntosh+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457212557533435346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vp6FOU1dI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1S1oJc-9YSM/s320/McIntosh+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my Great-Grandpa's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vtzot8csI/AAAAAAAAAIw/r5OE5eSUAgA/s1600/Houses+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457216844848722626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vtzot8csI/AAAAAAAAAIw/r5OE5eSUAgA/s320/Houses+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; great 70's colors and appliances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vtzXmIezI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5fg6oowbg_4/s1600/Houses+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457216840252554034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vtzXmIezI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5fg6oowbg_4/s320/Houses+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bedrooms&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Master is smaller than what we have now, but we don't need to have a desk, bookshelves, workout machine and storage in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvVKv1G8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/nukIatVWAEM/s1600/McIntosh+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457218520430746562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvVKv1G8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/nukIatVWAEM/s320/McIntosh+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Updated bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvU0sYcuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xpKyObN-I3g/s1600/McIntosh+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457218514510705378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvU0sYcuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xpKyObN-I3g/s320/McIntosh+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was a girls room and Tim likes it but it will probably turn into an office for the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvUpxgisI/AAAAAAAAAJI/acT0E9I3puM/s1600/McIntosh+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457218511579417282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvUpxgisI/AAAAAAAAAJI/acT0E9I3puM/s320/McIntosh+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what room Jason likes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvT7LphAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H6J-zzQ0a_Y/s1600/McIntosh+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457218499072590850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvT7LphAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H6J-zzQ0a_Y/s320/McIntosh+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep...This one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvTsKF3KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PUYR-US6Plk/s1600/McIntosh+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457218495039528098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vvTsKF3KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PUYR-US6Plk/s320/McIntosh+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The other house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vxxZZ07_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/FSQrNiAIPKU/s1600/Houses+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457221204424585202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vxxZZ07_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/FSQrNiAIPKU/s320/Houses+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yikes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vxw-kzrgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-HCHJmcyrYM/s1600/Houses+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457221197222882818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vxw-kzrgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-HCHJmcyrYM/s320/Houses+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vxwUTWXYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7Nd5e0ztnFQ/s1600/Houses+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457221185875369346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vxwUTWXYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7Nd5e0ztnFQ/s320/Houses+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vzHPnpHwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AekCtieKp_w/s1600/McIntosh+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457222679266926338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vzHPnpHwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AekCtieKp_w/s320/McIntosh+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; laundry/utility, 4th bedroom, stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vzGe4jDeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jOXkWr2fWAE/s1600/McIntosh+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457222666184494562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vzGe4jDeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jOXkWr2fWAE/s320/McIntosh+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing but space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vzF3kkcCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QpAB-a9H8lo/s1600/McIntosh+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457222655631716386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vzF3kkcCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QpAB-a9H8lo/s320/McIntosh+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wide open area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vzFXlnbDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d_HAwAHmXNM/s1600/McIntosh+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457222647046171698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vzFXlnbDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d_HAwAHmXNM/s320/McIntosh+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bathroom needs some work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7v0potHt3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/S6H96WkFVuQ/s1600/Houses+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457224369627969394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7v0potHt3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/S6H96WkFVuQ/s320/Houses+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wood walls, where have I seen that before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7v0pc9QU7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/_LZUOaG60GM/s1600/Houses+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457224366474417074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7v0pc9QU7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/_LZUOaG60GM/s320/Houses+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of space...but uhg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7v0pKplLDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0poHuH-0D5k/s1600/Houses+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457224361560058930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7v0pKplLDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0poHuH-0D5k/s320/Houses+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put things bluntly, the house we got was only $32,000 more than the other nearly identical house but it would probably take $100,000 or more to make it comparable. I say we got the right house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are most excited about the park across the street. It is the same park that we take them sledding every winter! Now we just walk them across the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am actually a little excited too. (Andrea is positively vibrating!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5224072137074005400?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5224072137074005400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5224072137074005400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5224072137074005400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5224072137074005400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-got-new-house.html' title='We got a new house!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S7vjRiySAfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6VOc6LsJAQU/s72-c/McIntosh+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8760164528897742400</id><published>2010-03-16T11:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:03:47.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickkkkkkkk</title><content type='html'>I am not feling good today. I have thrown up a few times and had horrible heartburn. I suspect that I have simply eaten something that did not agree with me. I seem to be getting better as the day goes on though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time I figured I would share another funny picture with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449293492738787970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S5_Hj1-LCoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zV2tLkrCVUY/s400/slide_5253_72162_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess purses go bad after they are stolen. Watch your ankles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8760164528897742400?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8760164528897742400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8760164528897742400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8760164528897742400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8760164528897742400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/03/sickkkkkkkk.html' title='Sickkkkkkkk'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S5_Hj1-LCoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zV2tLkrCVUY/s72-c/slide_5253_72162_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-6519066145576511127</id><published>2010-03-11T21:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:14:11.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat Repeat</title><content type='html'>The other day Jason asked if everyone had their birthday before or after his. I said that a great question and proceeded to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jason, on your birthday everyone else had their birthday before you so they all had a birthday before you. BUT before you have another birthday everyone else will get to have another birthday before you have another one so they all will have a birthday after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused to see if he had anymore questions. He didn't, but he did have a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaad! You're telling me the same story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-6519066145576511127?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/6519066145576511127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=6519066145576511127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6519066145576511127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6519066145576511127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/03/repeat-repeat.html' title='Repeat Repeat'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5295974187805439854</id><published>2010-03-02T20:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:20:30.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture</title><content type='html'>After watching the Olympic closing ceremonies I realised two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There is not much about Canada's culture the demands respect. Our culture is not bad but not much about it demands respect. You look at many other nations and they have ancient ruins or cultural icons that have been around for years. We have beavers, moose, funny money, police in red, hockey and maple leafs. It is not that these things can't be respectable it's just that they don't seem to DEMAND respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It seems to me that about 15-20 years ago Canada as a whole seemed to fully realise that we did not have a culture that demanded respect. What was the result? We shrugged our shoulders put a goofy grin on our faces and decided that we could work with that. Now our collective culture appears to be a collection nick-knacks and the attitude of 'Yeah...so what if it is tacky, its ours and you know you want some!' &lt;a href="http://www.ctvolympics.ca/photos/index.html#/54796"&gt;Take a look.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I can work with that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...off to find a pet beaver. (and a concrete house)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5295974187805439854?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5295974187805439854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5295974187805439854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5295974187805439854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5295974187805439854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/03/culture.html' title='Culture'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5531205040340833404</id><published>2010-02-15T20:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:39:07.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTT!</title><content type='html'>Jason came home from soccer on Saturday and told me that he got 4 shots on net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that was great and that I hoped he had fun. He usually gets 1-2 shots a game and scored a goal a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, during supper, I found out from Andrea that he didn't get 4 shots....he got 4 GOALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder he looked disappointed by my reaction. It was a good reaction but it was not a 4 goal game reaction. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5531205040340833404?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5531205040340833404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5531205040340833404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5531205040340833404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5531205040340833404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/02/shoooooooooooooooooooooooottt.html' title='SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTT!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-6672042355779631687</id><published>2010-02-04T22:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:14:40.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life stuff</title><content type='html'>What an interesting few days we have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On Sunday the power went out for 2 hours and we had to entertain ourselves with nothing electronic. It was awesome. Of course when the power came on the first thing the boys wanted was a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today Andrea dropped a heavy lid on her finger at school. She got to take the afternoon off and go get x-rays to make sure it was not broken. It wasn't. She just has a really bad bruise and may lose a fingernail. She says it is already feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It has been told to me that my name has been mentioned as a possible Elder candidate. It is interesting that people view me that was but after having a few days to think about it I believe that I would turn down any such offer at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jason was complaining that his stomach ached off and on all day Tuesday. When we sent him to bed Andrea said she would check on him later. He woke us up at 1 am to complain that we hadn't checked up on him and that his stomach was now fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I went to work on Wednesday with a headache that got worse all day. It sucked. The whole day just went off the rails. In the morning I tried to dial a phone number 4 times to ask someones SIN number for tax purposes. I finally realised that the call wasn't going through because I was dialing the SIN. I was finally recovering from that 20 minutes later when another phone call ended with me being called an ***hole by a former agent. The guy was not happy. It is a good thing that he is no longer an agent and I no longer have to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tim came into our bedroom one morning and walked up to me, pulled the covers down a few inches then reached up and grabbed my face and hair. Then he sighed and disgustedly said "You're not mom!" and then went to Andrea's side of the bed and crawled in with her. On the plus side, Andrea had to cuddle with me to give him room so I can't really complain. In fact I asked him to do it again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was up till 3 am one night finishing an assignment because I couldn't figure out one of the questions. Seriously, I still don't know exactly what I was supposed to do. You try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Suppose that the IASB adopts a standard similar to SFAS 158. Evaluate the effects of such a standard on the main diagonal probabilities of the information system underlying the balance sheet and income statement (that is, the financial statements proper) prepared under the new international accounting standard. If investors are not rational, and assuming that fair value information was included in the notes prior to adoption of SFAS 158, would your answer change? Indicate briefly why or why not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I understood every word, just not the combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of school, I also found out that I passed my Advanced Taxation class. That is 1 of 4 required classes done. Woo Hoo! The 2 that I am working on right now are ones that I couldn't fit in during university and are technically prerequisites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I turned my alarm on one night when going to bed and we got woke up an hour later when it went off at midnight. Apparently the time had been reset. I then reset the time and went to sleep (angrily i might add). Then I woke up late because I had reset it for 9am instead of 7am. I used to be fine at midnight now I am as coordinated as a drunk monkey and dumber than a bag of rice. I miss being young and immortal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-6672042355779631687?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/6672042355779631687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=6672042355779631687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6672042355779631687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6672042355779631687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-stuff.html' title='Life stuff'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-6561297327497186260</id><published>2010-02-03T20:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:20:58.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Debugin'!</title><content type='html'>Today I was flipping through channels looking for something to watch and I came across a Simpson's episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I selected the description to see what episode it was and it was about homer joining the army and going to basic training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed the title. The episode was called G.I.Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now by itself that is a normal Simpson's play on words but the really funny part was the automatic episode information did with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It changed it to G.I.(Annoyed Grunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that their computer program needs a little bit of  work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-6561297327497186260?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/6561297327497186260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=6561297327497186260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6561297327497186260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6561297327497186260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/02/debugin.html' title='Debugin&apos;!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-7502371975886396029</id><published>2010-02-02T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:01:40.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The next big hit</title><content type='html'>This may be the follow up to everybody poops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2jm5ZlPkoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZX8UCR-_9wo/s1600-h/book-poo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433846824216531586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2jm5ZlPkoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZX8UCR-_9wo/s400/book-poo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-7502371975886396029?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/7502371975886396029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=7502371975886396029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7502371975886396029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7502371975886396029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/02/next-big-hit.html' title='The next big hit'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2jm5ZlPkoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZX8UCR-_9wo/s72-c/book-poo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8620315531539951969</id><published>2010-02-01T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:56:24.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason for promotion</title><content type='html'>One of the people in this picture has a better job than the others. Can you guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2eiAAa388I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9Qu5ScWvegk/s1600-h/2009_2595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433489596442211266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2eiAAa388I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9Qu5ScWvegk/s400/2009_2595.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8620315531539951969?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8620315531539951969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8620315531539951969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8620315531539951969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8620315531539951969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/02/reason-for-promotion.html' title='Reason for promotion'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2eiAAa388I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9Qu5ScWvegk/s72-c/2009_2595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3476539367915029592</id><published>2010-01-31T20:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:02:30.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different era?</title><content type='html'>It seems to me that Disney has evolved over the years. They don't seem to be producing the tantalizing images such as the one shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2ZDrUpZ9mI/AAAAAAAAAGw/n2cmVL0omaQ/s1600-h/126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433104412024895074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2ZDrUpZ9mI/AAAAAAAAAGw/n2cmVL0omaQ/s400/126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Maybe they will return to their roots someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3476539367915029592?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3476539367915029592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3476539367915029592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3476539367915029592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3476539367915029592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/different-era.html' title='Different era?'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2ZDrUpZ9mI/AAAAAAAAAGw/n2cmVL0omaQ/s72-c/126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5674593853653461403</id><published>2010-01-30T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:53:12.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That him.</title><content type='html'>Can anyone explain why Darrell was the first person I thought of after seeing this comic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2UMRReLsrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/l-2t79P3XMs/s1600-h/comic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432762016379679410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2UMRReLsrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/l-2t79P3XMs/s400/comic4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually almost believe that it is him under the mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5674593853653461403?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5674593853653461403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5674593853653461403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5674593853653461403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5674593853653461403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-him.html' title='That him.'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2UMRReLsrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/l-2t79P3XMs/s72-c/comic4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-686040475265192027</id><published>2010-01-28T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:53:55.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuff said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2JpzPo_0eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UTfGK9vL-NM/s1600-h/328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432020429654970850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2JpzPo_0eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UTfGK9vL-NM/s400/328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-686040475265192027?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/686040475265192027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=686040475265192027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/686040475265192027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/686040475265192027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuff-said.html' title='Nuff said'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2JpzPo_0eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UTfGK9vL-NM/s72-c/328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1048707308865325695</id><published>2010-01-27T19:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:47:10.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Racists are funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2Dry98lWCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zvp3ny81-C0/s1600-h/titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431600411463473186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2Dry98lWCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zvp3ny81-C0/s400/titanic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1048707308865325695?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1048707308865325695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1048707308865325695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1048707308865325695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1048707308865325695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/racists-are-funny.html' title='Racists are funny'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S2Dry98lWCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zvp3ny81-C0/s72-c/titanic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8506531077041376098</id><published>2010-01-26T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:35:24.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I would be scared too if I were to see you on the way to climbing into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1-mJH9LpzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yI-MTl_ySZQ/s1600-h/78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431242351316805426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1-mJH9LpzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yI-MTl_ySZQ/s400/78.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8506531077041376098?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8506531077041376098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8506531077041376098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8506531077041376098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8506531077041376098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/scary.html' title='SCARY!!!!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1-mJH9LpzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yI-MTl_ySZQ/s72-c/78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8524990955289418738</id><published>2010-01-25T19:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:21:46.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is in honor of the 6 feet of snow that fell or blew into my yard in the last couple of days.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S15QQ11n1JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PqJkEjLaVu0/s1600-h/276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430866450915513490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S15QQ11n1JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PqJkEjLaVu0/s400/276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the headline and it makes me think of people in Floridao or somewhere like that who have never seen snow and son't know how to cope with it. Around here a headline like that is only appropriate at 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mid July&lt;br /&gt;2. April 1st&lt;br /&gt;3. NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, it did snow a lot.  The last pic is a rough example of what the whole province of Saskatchewan looks like right now. I go sleep now...too tired from shoveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S15QP1MCsjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0mSEvbswRSo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430866433561244210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S15QP1MCsjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0mSEvbswRSo/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8524990955289418738?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8524990955289418738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8524990955289418738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8524990955289418738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8524990955289418738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-in-honor-of-6-feet-of-snow-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S15QQ11n1JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PqJkEjLaVu0/s72-c/276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5835471767093388702</id><published>2010-01-24T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:00:55.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a game too far</title><content type='html'>Funny Picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish he didn't look like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S10I_9pMQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BOYyTTTFWs8/s1600-h/106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430506620650799938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S10I_9pMQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BOYyTTTFWs8/s400/106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5835471767093388702?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5835471767093388702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5835471767093388702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5835471767093388702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5835471767093388702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-game-too-far.html' title='Taking a game too far'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S10I_9pMQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/BOYyTTTFWs8/s72-c/106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3639727384108911014</id><published>2010-01-23T21:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:49:03.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i AM communicating!</title><content type='html'>We are going through a series of messages at church on marriage. Today the message was about communication and I thought that these pictures might be an effective example of communication in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430147211584158386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1vCHmiNOrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rCLqZszEybA/s400/111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430146107777608706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1vBHWiN7AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mW5MNfn3_LY/s400/112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430146115274877378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1vBHydtKcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AOfVic1AjYI/s400/113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430146122458054338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1vBINOTvsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MsjtS8aAOaU/s400/114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430146126941085346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1vBId7JXqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/a1qbphzB3fw/s400/115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ummm....maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3639727384108911014?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3639727384108911014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3639727384108911014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3639727384108911014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3639727384108911014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-communicating.html' title='i AM communicating!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1vCHmiNOrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rCLqZszEybA/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1539882092454962681</id><published>2010-01-22T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:48:37.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New hobby!</title><content type='html'>I am so going to start drawing this under every keyboard I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1p_VQd6p5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/rarsuUuKzwU/s1600-h/obssessive-compulsive-desk-put-it-back-keyboard.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429792303922980754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1p_VQd6p5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/rarsuUuKzwU/s400/obssessive-compulsive-desk-put-it-back-keyboard.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1539882092454962681?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1539882092454962681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1539882092454962681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1539882092454962681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1539882092454962681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-hobby.html' title='New hobby!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1p_VQd6p5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/rarsuUuKzwU/s72-c/obssessive-compulsive-desk-put-it-back-keyboard.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-2051167422582221494</id><published>2010-01-21T23:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:06:47.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I read it?!!!??</title><content type='html'>Personally, I think that a certain level of cencorship is totally fine. Imagine if you were to &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyy&lt;/span&gt; and then the &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyyy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;occured&lt;/span&gt;? I mean it would seriously&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; yyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that were true then imagine the consequences. First the &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyy&lt;/span&gt; would be able to &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;. That little twist could cause &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; it would be &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyyy&lt;/span&gt; could &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; it would lead to &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1k2OynHQnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tXpvqRIjmSo/s1600-h/censorship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429430453503738482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1k2OynHQnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tXpvqRIjmSo/s400/censorship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2051167422582221494?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/2051167422582221494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=2051167422582221494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2051167422582221494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2051167422582221494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-cant-i-read-it.html' title='Why can&apos;t I read it?!!!??'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1k2OynHQnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tXpvqRIjmSo/s72-c/censorship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-6148435296570445420</id><published>2010-01-20T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:43:00.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT READ THIS POST</title><content type='html'>Yeah....sometimes it is hard to follow instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1ei0_pMidI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mbzKxw5YXp4/s1600-h/2469_2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428986907139541458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1ei0_pMidI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mbzKxw5YXp4/s400/2469_2708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-6148435296570445420?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/6148435296570445420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=6148435296570445420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6148435296570445420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6148435296570445420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-not-read-this-post.html' title='DO NOT READ THIS POST'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1ei0_pMidI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mbzKxw5YXp4/s72-c/2469_2708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5601866427628093192</id><published>2010-01-19T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:46:33.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not packman</title><content type='html'>This is an example of the amazing things you can do with graphical analysis.  I like charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1Z8MaIlF5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QvpELuJEOUY/s1600-h/2021_2601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662953457293202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1Z8MaIlF5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QvpELuJEOUY/s400/2021_2601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5601866427628093192?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5601866427628093192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5601866427628093192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5601866427628093192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5601866427628093192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-not-packman.html' title='This is not packman'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1Z8MaIlF5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QvpELuJEOUY/s72-c/2021_2601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-295107973303204191</id><published>2010-01-18T19:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:11:23.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Chuck.</title><content type='html'>And you thought Chuck Norris was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 608px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428251874386554402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1UGUdQoriI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wrcATigQgv8/s400/329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-295107973303204191?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/295107973303204191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=295107973303204191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/295107973303204191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/295107973303204191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-chuck.html' title='Sorry Chuck.'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1UGUdQoriI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wrcATigQgv8/s72-c/329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3221599397842560367</id><published>2010-01-17T19:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:05:12.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Peter has been pestering me for information about my new car so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it and it is much cheaper than my truck to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I bought it, there was about a 1/4 tank of gas and I went 120km before I had to fill up. The tank only holds about 40 liters. I then drove for 3 weeks, putting on about 380 km. When i filled up it took 34 liters. That means that I am getting 26.3 MPG with nothing but in city driving. I bet it would be much better on long trips. Compare that to my explorer which only got 11 MPG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all, I will be spending about $45/month on fuel instead of $130/month. That makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm...what else to tell Peter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is grey so I never have to wash it. (don't look at me that way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It starts in -35 weather even if I forget to plug it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bomb around like a race car because it is a standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tires spin in first and second gear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have given Andrea lessons but she still avoids using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have owned it for a month and it is still not full of crap and garbage on the inside. (good for me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can use it with the kids easily, which rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally... A little something for Peter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427894009817514674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1PA1_2kwrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tUVgwnbjByc/s400/136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3221599397842560367?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3221599397842560367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3221599397842560367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3221599397842560367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3221599397842560367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/car.html' title='The Car'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/S1PA1_2kwrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tUVgwnbjByc/s72-c/136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-593325061549949517</id><published>2010-01-09T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:18:00.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car update</title><content type='html'>I now have a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But first some backtracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of November our garage was broken into and our car was stolen. the short story is that we got it back undamaged. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later I walked out to go to work and my truck was gone. This time they found it the next day and made an arrest as there was still someone driving it. Unfortunately it was badly damaged. (at least according to SGI) Based on what I saw when I removed my belongings there was no damage but I am not a highly trained insurance appraiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end they offered me $3428 for it which I gladly accepted as it was more than I paid for the vehicle and nearly double what I thought it was worth. I also went to the auction and found a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the last auction before Christmas and there was only about 20 people around bidding on the vehicles instead of the normal 100 or so. My car was the 3rd one through and when the bid stayed low I entered and got it for a bid of 2100. The final price after the fees and taxes was $2500. I figured that the car had to be worth more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a '03 Hyundai Accent with 91000km on it. It is a standard. I did some research when I go t home and found that cars like this are being advertised for anywhere form $5000-$6500 so I figure that I got a good deal. It even came with an after market Kenwood CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bad(?) news. 3 weeks before the vehicle was stolen, we had arranged for a consolidation loan to pay off all our credit cards and outstanding loans. As part of this process we agreed to use both our vehicles as security. This means that the money that SGI is paying me GOES TO THE BANK NOT ME! I have to buy the new car out of my own pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on paper I have come out ahead but I now have $2500 on a MasterCard on which I am paying 18% interest and my consolidation loan, on which we pay only 6% has gone down by $3400. The payments on the consolidation loan are also fixed so they don't change and I have to add credit card payments each month now after I thought I had got rid of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ok though...&lt;br /&gt;Peter still hates me cause I am beautiful and that is what really matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-593325061549949517?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/593325061549949517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=593325061549949517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/593325061549949517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/593325061549949517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2010/01/car-update.html' title='Car update'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-7062050664122447757</id><published>2009-11-18T23:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:44:27.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone in 36000 seconds!</title><content type='html'>Want to know how to mess with the heads of an insurance company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up in the morning and discover that someone broke into your garage and stole your car while you slept. Wife discovers that purse and keys are missing which means she may have forgoten them in the car the night before.&lt;br /&gt;2. Call police and report it stolen. Then go to work without calling SGI.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have the police find the car at 4pm the next day, parked in an alley 16 blocks away with the doors locked and no visible damage.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get police to tow it to salvage yard for fingerprinting.&lt;br /&gt;5. Call SGI to explain that your undamaged car has been towed to their lot and that you need to file a claim.&lt;br /&gt;6. Explain this again.&lt;br /&gt;7. Explain this again.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell them you aren't kidding and that you can’t remember the name of the officer that called you.&lt;br /&gt;9. Explain this again.&lt;br /&gt;10. Now that it is after regular hours ask for the number of the security office so that you can arrange to get your kids car seats back. The call center employee now believes that you are planning to eat his liver and wear his skin as a coat. He gives you the number.&lt;br /&gt;11. Talk to the nicest guard in the world who (loosely paraphrased) says: Come on down, I'll rustle up some grub and a couple of brewskis to entertain you while you are here.&lt;br /&gt;12. Get stuff from your car while alone in the SGI garage because the guard figures you can be trusted. Nice man that guard, his skin would not make a good coat. Keys, purse and 12 CD’s appear to be all that is missing.&lt;br /&gt;13. Listen to the guard’s hilarious story about the employees setting off the car's anti theft system while trying to unhook it from the tow truck. Give the guard your spare car key to ensure that they don’t actually break something on your unbroken car. The guard accepts this donation like a 6 year old boy getting a transformer for Christmas. Happiness abounds.&lt;br /&gt;14. Call the hotline and explain that you looked at the car yourself and that there really is no damage to the car that they have in their garage.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sigh and explain this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-7062050664122447757?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/7062050664122447757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=7062050664122447757' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7062050664122447757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7062050664122447757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/11/want-to-know-how-to-mess-with-heads-of.html' title='Gone in 36000 seconds!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5073962578034936397</id><published>2009-10-27T20:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:39:00.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a giant robot who had one blue eye. The monsters name was Mike. Mike was a giant robot. He loved knocking things over and breaking roads. The roads were really hard so sometimes he couldn't break them. Mike didn't like really scary robots that came from octopus ships. Mikes favorite food is fish and water, actually sea water. He didn't rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he put all his fish and seawater into a microwave so that no one could find it. Mike decided to spend the day practicing his road breaking. When he reached the first road it didn't break and he hurt his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needed to get some tape to put on his arm to fix his hand. He went to a doctors house but she wouldn't give any tape to him because he didn't have a mouth and couldn't ask for it. He went to his space station and called the policeman and fireman to help him but they wouldn't help him because he was scary. He went to someones house to find some tape but the door was locked. The house was so strong he couldn't even break it to get the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He built a factory to make his own tape but accidentally crushed it. By then his hand felt better so he didn't even need the tape anymore. He went back to his house which was a hole in the ground and checked on his baby robot eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they hatched there were baby robots everywhere and Mike was the dad. When the baby robots grow up then they will be the dads. Mike fed the baby robots and put them to bed. He played with them and read stories to them. They didn't get a lot of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike went to take a walk in the ocean. In the deepest water but he doesn't sink. He made his legs really long to touch the bottom. He saw whales but they were smaller than him. He saw sharks and a pokey fish (Scott edit: swordfish). He went back to his house and waited for his kids to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had supper and lunch and then did nothing the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott: Today I felt like posting but I didn't have much to say so I called Jason over and got him to make up a story. Now I am going to get him to try to spell some words on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;animal&lt;br /&gt;elephant&lt;br /&gt;crocodile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coached him with a few things like choosing c instead of K and the ph in the elephant but he pretty much did the rest on his own by sounding them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5073962578034936397?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5073962578034936397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5073962578034936397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5073962578034936397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5073962578034936397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/10/monsters.html' title='Monsters'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-2662519791302597172</id><published>2009-10-13T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:16:24.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Turkey! Down Turkey!</title><content type='html'>So let me tell you about our Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Mom asked me to cook the turkey and I happily obliged. She even provided the turkey to use. It was a breast and thigh piece from a huge turkey that I had de-boned a while ago. Mom had stored it in her freezer until we had another chance to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I put the turkey in the oven and a couple of hours later both pieces were nicely browned and the whole house smelled of turkey. I finished up the stuffing, sliced the meat and put everything into a pan to hold warm for the next hour until we got to mom's and ate with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then made the gravy. Now is when the frustration began. No mater what I did I could not get the gravy to taste right. something was just wrong. It tasted like cardboard or stale bread. I was using olive oil and have sometimes had problems with that in gravy so I just covered it up as much as I could and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to moms and had an awesome meal. including our cardboard turkey. It was terrible. it tasted like cardboard. It was a little dry but the taste was what killed it. We started talking about it and doing some calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We determined that the turkey was at least 5 years old. We sorta lost track of time. It was a turkey that had been given to us when Andrea's parents still lived in Fort Qu'Appelle and I was working at the Bible College. It was still the Canadian Bible College so it could have been 7 years or more ago. Either way we cooked an ate a turkey that was entirely too old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuffing was awesome. And the pie.   MMMM...home made pies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2662519791302597172?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/2662519791302597172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=2662519791302597172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2662519791302597172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2662519791302597172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-turkey-down-turkey.html' title='Bad Turkey! Down Turkey!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-6942371094556831582</id><published>2009-09-26T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:47:21.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Chris</title><content type='html'>God created a small number of perfect heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he put hair on the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-6942371094556831582?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/6942371094556831582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=6942371094556831582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6942371094556831582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6942371094556831582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-chris.html' title='For Chris'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3498514946177464669</id><published>2009-09-24T20:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:14:43.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/Srwwi8VAmEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/59Lfv0C6z-Q/s1600-h/Jason%27s+Picture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385232631296202818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/Srwwi8VAmEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/59Lfv0C6z-Q/s400/Jason%27s+Picture.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I came home and stared at a picture that Jason painted. It was....Good! Have you ever seen a picture that just seems to talk directly to you even if you don't know what it is saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked it so much that I immediately put it aside to take to work the next day. Now it is hanging in my office where I can look at it often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above is the painting but it really does not do it justice. The real thing is very vivid and expressive. If you click on the picture you will get a much larger version where you can actually see some of the brush strokes and interplay between the colors&lt;a href="http://www.girlgeniusonline.com/comic.php"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday I will know what it is trying to say to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3498514946177464669?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3498514946177464669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3498514946177464669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3498514946177464669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3498514946177464669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/09/other-day-i-came-home-and-stared-at.html' title='Vincent Van Gogh'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/Srwwi8VAmEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/59Lfv0C6z-Q/s72-c/Jason%27s+Picture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-2306869250660238498</id><published>2009-08-17T18:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:30:32.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running man</title><content type='html'>Now that the surprise is over with, I get to tell you guys things about myself again. I spent 3 months wanting to to tell people all about the changes that I had made and fighting my desire to show up with results instead of talking and not living up to the hype. Now that this life change is a legitimate habit I feel free to share a little of what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the camping trip my leg was really hurting a lot so I basically took the next week off with just a few light workouts. It hurt a little less every day and today I was finally able to go for a full run again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a neat twist to today's run though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason came with me!  He learned to ride a bike a few weeks ago so he came along for the run on his bike.  We had to stop and walk a couple of times but on the whole he kept up really good or even forcing me to keep up with him a lot of the time. He spent a lot of time playing games with our shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he sort of liked it, but then got mad when I told him that I wouldn't take him next time. He calmed down right away when I explained that he needed more time to recover than I did and that he could come again with me next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite part was the race home down the alley at the end of the run. (I even ...let?...him win!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2306869250660238498?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/2306869250660238498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=2306869250660238498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2306869250660238498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2306869250660238498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-man.html' title='Running man'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1196004985972019588</id><published>2009-08-15T09:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:52:54.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>someone is craviing a beating!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Found on a discussion board for nutrition and health related topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"48. Posted by johnhowton@att.net on Thu, Aug 13, 2009, 1:11 pm PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encourage our children to eat Big Macs as often as possible because they seem to sleep better at night. You can't go to bed on an empty stomach. As a treat on the way to school each morning we do the drive-thru for McDonald's bacon, egg, &amp;amp; cheese biscuits. Even though my children have health problems &amp;amp; do not want to participate in sports, they love me for giving them their special treats whenever they want them! They think of me as a true friend &amp;amp; that is what matters to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone is trying to pick a fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off to read the rest of the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1196004985972019588?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1196004985972019588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1196004985972019588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1196004985972019588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1196004985972019588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/08/someone-is-craviing-beating.html' title='someone is craviing a beating!!!!!!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-278687336663367625</id><published>2009-08-04T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:27:32.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Piracy on the High Seas!</title><content type='html'>Today I felt like a thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to look across the street where a local restaurant was advertising their ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT SUSHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought..."Wow, I have had all I can eat and I didn't even pay for it. I wonder if that makes me a thief?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say a sushi buffet is not high on my list of culinary desires. Of course, if you take that same fish and put a doughy batter on it and let it spend several minutes in a deep fryer then I might be interested in partaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-278687336663367625?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/278687336663367625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=278687336663367625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/278687336663367625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/278687336663367625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/08/piracy-on-high-seas.html' title='Piracy on the High Seas!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8230665943082942728</id><published>2009-05-23T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:58:50.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At church tonight the subject was the final part of a series on the four-fold gospel. Tonight's topic was the coming king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostess always ends the announcements with a little story or example that serves as a prep or prelude to the topic of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she related a story about what happened this week when she showed some former co-workers photos from a wedding involving another woman they all used to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ladies viewing the photos remarked that she couldn't believe that the bride wore white as this was her second wedding, she had 2 kids and the bride and groom had already been living together for a year. Yvonne, our hostess, told us that this made her think about our relationship with Christ who is our bride-groom. It occurred to her that it doesn't matter what we have done in the past or all the different ways that we have screwed up. We can still wear the white as our sins are covered. What matters most is working our hardest to be ready as the bride-groom arrives, much like the bible indicates in the parable of the virgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fairly good example. I had no problems with it. The problem is in my own twisted sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to keep myself from laughing because as she finished relating this story and comparing our relationship with Christ to a modern day bride I started thinking about Jesus as the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine Jesus sitting around sighing at semi-panicked preparations of his bride and constantly saying, "Yes dear. I agree with you. Whatever you think is best. I'll be happy as long as you show up.", or calling up his friend the Holy Spirit and saying "Dude, you would not believe how many napkin patterns I looked at today. She is busy tonight registering for china patterns. You want to call God and come over to watch the game? Oh, and bring the 'Smite Peter' button because I really need a laugh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I did snicker a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8230665943082942728?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8230665943082942728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8230665943082942728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8230665943082942728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8230665943082942728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-church-tonight-subject-was-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1379783151959082494</id><published>2009-05-09T19:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:10:05.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Balancing Sucks.</title><content type='html'>Hve you ever started your day by working out for an hour and then ended it with a KFC meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did today and then I realized that all I did was balance my intake with my output.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am gonna work my but off for an hour I should at least get a result!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1379783151959082494?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1379783151959082494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1379783151959082494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1379783151959082494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1379783151959082494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-balancing-sucks.html' title='When Balancing Sucks.'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5051457450792661950</id><published>2009-04-29T17:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:17:45.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Sir! No Sir! Right away Sir!</title><content type='html'>The other day I went to work and about 10 minutes after 8 my phone starts ringing. I don't get many calls in my job and when I do they are usually doozies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached for the phone I see that the cal display says: L Schnieder. The only L Schnieder that I know is a former Mayor of Regina. He is also a board member of Queen City College and so I have talked to him a few times when I worked at the Bible College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-Good morning, STC, Scott here.&lt;br /&gt;L-Hi. I was calling to see if you have ever arranged to have a sign put on Highway 5 going into Muenster from the East.&lt;br /&gt;S-Uh...&lt;br /&gt;L-I put the request in a few months ago when I was travelling for the Saskatchewan Economic Development committee after I noticed that there was no sign from that direction.&lt;br /&gt;S-(pause)What kind of sign are you needing?&lt;br /&gt;L-The town name sign. Have you arranged for it to be replaced?&lt;br /&gt;S-I can honestly say that I have not.&lt;br /&gt;L-Can you check to see when the request was actually logged and what the status is?&lt;br /&gt;S-Uhh....I don't think I can, you see I am an accountant for STC which is the Saskatchewan Transportation Company. The Bus company.&lt;br /&gt;L-I wondered when you answered but I had asked for the transportation department and when you answered I thought that maybe you guys looked after that as well.&lt;br /&gt;S- Uhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;L-(laughing) Based on your reaction I am going to assume that you don't know anything about getting road signs put up.&lt;br /&gt;S-Well, I am an accountant so if you send me the bill I can probably figure out a way to pay it but otherwise no Sir, I do not.&lt;br /&gt;L-Well Scott it was good talking to you and I will try to call the right department next time. Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;S-Yes sir, you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was the start of another fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I sent a credit to an agency for $315 because they had not reported a MasterCard transaction. Today I spent all day on the phone with them trying to explain that all we knew was that they rang in a $315 MC purchase, We had the money in the bank and that if they didn't want to take the credit it didn't matter to me. They were upset by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who are reading this...I promise that if you give me $315 I will not complain. I take cheques, money orders and cash. I look forward to hearing form you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5051457450792661950?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5051457450792661950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5051457450792661950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5051457450792661950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5051457450792661950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-sir-no-sir-right-away-sir.html' title='Yes Sir! No Sir! Right away Sir!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-341854090561981587</id><published>2009-04-17T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:27:22.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranny-drop!!!!</title><content type='html'>The major problem with the car was the exhaust system. They tested the backpressure from the catylitic converter and discovered that it was producing 15 pounds of backpressure instead of the normal 1 pound. They replaced the plugged converter and my car works like a well oiled machine.(which I hope it is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Peter, the tires do spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked. (big grin!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-341854090561981587?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/341854090561981587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=341854090561981587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/341854090561981587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/341854090561981587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/04/tranny-drop.html' title='Tranny-drop!!!!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3652915970184559449</id><published>2009-04-11T16:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:24:39.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid cavalier bidding wars!</title><content type='html'>I went to another auto auction today and came away with a new car. (new to me) It is a 2003 Saturn L300 with 230k. I paid $2500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have posted the pics here, mostly for Peter, and have made a few comments to go along with them. Here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the inside, the white dials are a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trippy&lt;/span&gt; but I am sure I will get used to them. The dirty spot on the floor is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; me today because it is muddy out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeEURcd3GkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pM8ypPrcJPc/s1600-h/Saturn+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323558524460407362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeEURcd3GkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pM8ypPrcJPc/s400/Saturn+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front view. I mean, come on...what man can resist a good bra? And yes Peter, I may actually get around to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;removing&lt;/span&gt; the front licence plate cover. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeEUHeEnKXI/AAAAAAAAACw/C15La9PZ6Qs/s1600-h/Saturn+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323558353092684146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeEUHeEnKXI/AAAAAAAAACw/C15La9PZ6Qs/s400/Saturn+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back: Hey! Chrome trim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeEUAlVBudI/AAAAAAAAACo/5pKFOkBHX9o/s1600-h/Saturn+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323558234781497810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeEUAlVBudI/AAAAAAAAACo/5pKFOkBHX9o/s400/Saturn+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tires: El cheapo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Moto-master&lt;/span&gt; specials. Just my style. And they still have some usable tread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeET4kZEDCI/AAAAAAAAACg/XX8uF9ciyk8/s1600-h/Saturn+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323558097091038242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeET4kZEDCI/AAAAAAAAACg/XX8uF9ciyk8/s400/Saturn+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One side: There seems to be something sticking up from the back window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeETowK51dI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OVU5jqRhgFU/s1600-h/Saturn+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323557825374967250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeETowK51dI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OVU5jqRhgFU/s400/Saturn+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other side: You seen one side you seen 'em all! At least now I know where the gas goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeETgtsRnJI/AAAAAAAAACI/pMGGDLmJGJY/s1600-h/Saturn+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323557687270677650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeETgtsRnJI/AAAAAAAAACI/pMGGDLmJGJY/s400/Saturn+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The roof: My favorite part...The sun roof! I predict it will never open! Also you can see me trying to take this picture in very bottom of the photo. I reflect really good so I must not be a vampire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323560451184999074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeEWBmEzOqI/AAAAAAAAADA/4vNHm2K5WUw/s400/Saturn+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is it. My new car. I will take it to the garage for a complete go over next week. Based on the prices I can find for these I can spend up to $3000 on any needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;engine&lt;/span&gt; repairs and still have spent less than the cheapest price I found in a quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; search.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Auctions are fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3652915970184559449?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3652915970184559449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3652915970184559449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3652915970184559449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3652915970184559449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupic-cavalier-bidding-wars.html' title='Stupid cavalier bidding wars!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SeEURcd3GkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pM8ypPrcJPc/s72-c/Saturn+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4670662394976550864</id><published>2009-03-28T20:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:55:31.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane dog saves plastic toy soldier! Details at 11!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is a sad day because my dog died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frodo was always a little nuts but he fit in well with us and his passing will leave a hole that will take awhile to fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long illness for him and very frustrating for us to watch him get worse and worse over the last 2 months. Finally we just spent the last week making sure he was as comfortable as we could make him and waited for the inevitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happened this afternoon but he was warm and safe when he went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is at his best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318437656625740930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/Sc7i3tM8_II/AAAAAAAAACA/VVqXmOf2YEo/s400/Frodo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4670662394976550864?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4670662394976550864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4670662394976550864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4670662394976550864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4670662394976550864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/03/insane-dog-saves-plastic-toy-soldier.html' title='Insane dog saves plastic toy soldier! Details at 11!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/Sc7i3tM8_II/AAAAAAAAACA/VVqXmOf2YEo/s72-c/Frodo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8950202840166301200</id><published>2009-03-12T22:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:31:32.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VAMPIRE!!!!</title><content type='html'>Jason was asking a bunch of questions about letters today and asking what letters certain words started with. At one point Andrea asked him if he knew any words that started with 'V'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim looks up from across the room, throws his hands up in the air and yells "VAMPIRE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several shocked seconds later Andrea says"....yeeesssss..." and Tims turns around and starts playing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our best guess is that he got it from a "Max and Ruby" episode where Max buys glow in the dark vampire teeth to give to his grandma. I love kids shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8950202840166301200?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8950202840166301200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8950202840166301200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8950202840166301200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8950202840166301200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/03/vampire.html' title='VAMPIRE!!!!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4281281844832071527</id><published>2009-03-11T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:45:59.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BRRRRRRRR!</title><content type='html'>Today it was -35. The coldest march day ever for Regina. The windchill was -48 and we only had a 4mph wind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4281281844832071527?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4281281844832071527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4281281844832071527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4281281844832071527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4281281844832071527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/03/brrrrrrrr.html' title='BRRRRRRRR!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4563683519997855220</id><published>2009-03-11T18:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:44:49.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Breaker</title><content type='html'>Chris broke the code!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me a birthday card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4563683519997855220?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4563683519997855220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4563683519997855220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4563683519997855220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4563683519997855220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/03/code-breaker.html' title='Code Breaker'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1849554112210846030</id><published>2009-03-07T16:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:48:50.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This looks neat.</title><content type='html'>I came across this movie today and it looks really neat. I have heard nothing about it but it has some great actors in it including Ron Pearlman and John Malcovich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/magnolia/mutantchronicles/"&gt;Mutant Chronicles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes out in 6 weeks and I think I will definatly check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few other ones I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/supercapers/"&gt;Super Capers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/planet51/"&gt;Planet 51&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/weinstein/fanboys/"&gt;Fanboys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/transformersrevengeofthefallen/"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/wolverine/"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/gijoeriseofcobra/"&gt;GIJoe: Rise of Cobra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/dreamworks/monstersvsaliens/"&gt;Monsters vs Aliens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/disney/racetowitchmountain/"&gt;Race to Witch Mountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last year of mostly drek I am looking forward to the next several months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1849554112210846030?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1849554112210846030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1849554112210846030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1849554112210846030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1849554112210846030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-looks-neat.html' title='This looks neat.'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-2450851284881135641</id><published>2009-03-04T18:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:02:24.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wher'd 'e go?</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to get an instant message from my brother Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smurferrific34 says:&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to give you a heads up on some cool supplements. I lost 7 pounds in a week and I only paid $5. You can see the page I found here &lt;a href="http://www.papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://loomleap.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he just SPAMed me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2450851284881135641?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/2450851284881135641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=2450851284881135641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2450851284881135641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2450851284881135641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/03/wherd-e-go.html' title='Wher&apos;d &apos;e go?'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4543047844176153351</id><published>2009-02-27T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:22:57.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest musical ever!</title><content type='html'>They are making a Spiderman musical with music by U2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like combining sex and pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superherohype.com/news/spider-mannews.php?id=8115"&gt;DUDE! IT'S REAL!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4543047844176153351?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4543047844176153351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4543047844176153351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4543047844176153351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4543047844176153351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/02/greatest-musical-ever.html' title='Greatest musical ever!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8318805962238119776</id><published>2009-02-23T17:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:58:20.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church of Ralph Part II</title><content type='html'>SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutter crawling. comode hugging sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make the boys look healthy by comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I pass outtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttnafssssssssssssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8318805962238119776?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8318805962238119776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8318805962238119776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8318805962238119776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8318805962238119776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/02/church-of-ralph-part-ii.html' title='Church of Ralph Part II'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5940230213840743993</id><published>2009-02-21T20:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:11:14.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church of Ralph!</title><content type='html'>The last 18 hours have been more eventful than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started at 1 am on Friday night. Tim came and told us that he (peeed?, peed?, pee’d?, pee’ed? screw it...) wet himself so Andrea got up to check on him. This was a little weird as he still wears a diaper at nights and he has never done this before. A minute later Andrea asks for help as she has discovered that ,while he is dry as a bone, he has vomited on every surface of his bed. Andrea and Scott then get to clean everything up. By 1:20 we all go back to bed and everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:30 Jason comes and scares the crap out of me by RUNNING up to the bed and yelling “I can’t sleep!”. By my addled reasoning I am being attacked by a madman in my own house and I just manage to not reach out and squish him before I realize who it actually is. I mutter threats at him to keep trying and he goes back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am on an adrenaline high, so I get to lie awake in bed for 30 minutes. At 2 am I am finally drifting off again which is Tim’s cue to start puking everywhere again. Andrea is snoring so I just get up and clean everything up again. I go back to bed but within minutes I hear Tim coughing so I get back up and get him a drink and take him potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:40 his internal timer has indicated that dad is about to fall asleep and it is time to puke AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I get him cleaned up but now I am running out of blankets, sheets, pillows, teddy bears and sanity so I go and start a load of laundry and find something I can use as a sheet. In the laundry room I discover that the dryer and the washer are both full and we have no empty laundry baskets. I manage to jury rig one and I am able to empty both. I start to fill the washer with all the vomit covered clothing and bedding and discover that Andrea has simply balled up the first sheet with all the puke chunks still in it to clean up the next day. I discover this by lifting it and opening it up and dropping puke chunks all over my feet. Now I have to clean up the laundry room too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I finish in the laundry room and go to wash the residue off my feet when I realize that I hadn’t actually finished with Tim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the room, I find him sitting calmly on Jason’s bed where I put him 15 minutes ago. He is shivering because I still haven’t put any new PJ’s on him and he is very grateful to see me. I get him warmed up and then deal with Jason who insists that if Tim is sick so is he. Jason gets a bucket by his bed because he is a big boy and can puke in it instead of on himself. He thinks this is a good plan and decides that since Tim no longer has a clean pillow then he won’t use one either. This may have been a magnanimous gesture of love and understanding for his brother but it is 3:15am and I still haven’t slept so I just think he is nuts but I ignore it and go back to bed because sleep sounds better than trying to fix my obviously broken son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed feels so good.....why am I uncomfortable?....CRAP!....I get right back out of bed because I never did clean the vomit residue off my feet from the laundry room accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:30 Jason come screaming into the room and tells me that Tim has to pee. I go see Tim who looks confused but willingly goes and sits on the potty and DOES NOTHING. After putting him back to bed I have a short “discussion” with Jason and he decides that it is time for him to go to sleep and stop worrying about Tim. I may have voiced some more severe threats than were really needed in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to sleep at about 4 am but even then I dream of puke. In my dreams the kids are yelling again and I am trying to wake up but keep deciding that they can deal with it on their own. Finally Andrea goes to clean everything up and doesn’t ask for held so I keep dreaming happily. Dream Andrea is so awesome. I slept late in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got up, I found the sheets I put on Tim's bed at 3 am gone and a towel on the bare mattress instead of a sheet along with another new blanket that I know I hadn't given to Tim. Andrea then informs me that he threw up again at about 4:30 and all I did was mumble so she went and cleaned it up. Apparently I did manage to tell her that I started the laundry but she just used the towel because everything was still wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was much better. The boys were tired but no one was throwing up so everything was all roses. We even went to church!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Jason threw up in the truck as we pulled into the church parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are home, the kids are clean and we are doing wash again. Tomorrow, I get to try to clean the truck. Right now it smells like the underside of a diseased yak. Church was great for the 30 seconds we were there finding things to wipe Jason up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! The church of Ralph, How great thou art!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5940230213840743993?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5940230213840743993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5940230213840743993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5940230213840743993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5940230213840743993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/02/church-of-ralph.html' title='The Church of Ralph!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8035669060592455805</id><published>2009-02-06T13:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:43:19.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Funnies!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is awesome going to bed later than my wife. Andrea is not always coherent about an hour after she goes to bed. We have had several GREAT conversations during this time and she usually doesn’t remember any of it. It is very amusing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it happened again. This is my best description of the resulting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott walks into the room; the bedroom light is still on.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea half sits up and looks at him.&lt;br /&gt;A-You know what…? I don’t have it either!&lt;br /&gt;Long Pause&lt;br /&gt;S-Have what?&lt;br /&gt;Long pause as Andrea stares at me.&lt;br /&gt;S-I think you are dreaming again.&lt;br /&gt;A-What?&lt;br /&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;S-What don’t you have?&lt;br /&gt;A-You know…You know…Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;S-Really, what?&lt;br /&gt;A-The…the…you know…&lt;br /&gt;Long pause&lt;br /&gt;S-What?&lt;br /&gt;A-Never mind…you know…the…it…&lt;br /&gt;Long pause&lt;br /&gt;S-OK…You may get mad but now I have to know. What don’t you have?&lt;br /&gt;A-THE POWER CORDS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Long pause as Andrea stares at me like I am nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Scott leaves before he asks something that gets him killed.&lt;br /&gt;Scott goes into the other room and laughs until tears roll down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I asked Andrea if she remembered any of it and she actually did this time. She then informed me that the only thing she remembered was that she was talking about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUITAR power cords!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made it funny all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8035669060592455805?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8035669060592455805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8035669060592455805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8035669060592455805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8035669060592455805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/02/late-night-funnies.html' title='Late Night Funnies!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5526708402223624129</id><published>2009-01-07T22:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:42:07.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of life</title><content type='html'>There are only 10 types of people in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who understand binary and those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am type 1, what are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5526708402223624129?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5526708402223624129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5526708402223624129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5526708402223624129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5526708402223624129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2009/01/theory-of-life.html' title='Theory of life'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-359527764291846438</id><published>2008-12-16T17:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:05:06.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Solution!</title><content type='html'>I wrote my last test yesterday. It was a 100 level class about Greek and Roman History that I took just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test comprised of 3 sections.&lt;br /&gt;50 Quiz type questions. (simple name or number answers)&lt;br /&gt;3 short answer questions (paragraph about a person or place)&lt;br /&gt;1 essay question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote most of it with relative ease but still had 3-4 of the quiz questions that I was struggling with after an hour and a half. (Did I use "an" correctly Darrell?) I was able to make some guesses at all of them except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After further reflection I decided that I was being stupid. I had spent 5 minutes staring at a question that I was not going to be able to answer correctly. It was the last question that I would have to answer to get my degree. On making this simple realization I smiled and wrote my final University answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't remember, how about a pity mark?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked up and handed it in. I smiled all the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-359527764291846438?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/359527764291846438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=359527764291846438' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/359527764291846438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/359527764291846438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/12/inal-solution.html' title='The Final Solution!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3179476725694662878</id><published>2008-12-10T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:59:31.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thumb Hurts!</title><content type='html'>Last night I wrote a 3 hour exam. By the third hour my hand hurt from writing and now this morning I can't move my thumb without it aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 exams done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am five days and 3 exams away from finishing my program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I will go from being the only brother not having a degree to being the only brother with a REAL degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3179476725694662878?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3179476725694662878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3179476725694662878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2782069219690066000?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/2782069219690066000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=2782069219690066000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2782069219690066000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2782069219690066000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5851482971523087090</id><published>2008-12-01T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:31:32.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>times!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5851482971523087090?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5851482971523087090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5851482971523087090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5851482971523087090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5851482971523087090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/12/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1513849005027228330</id><published>2008-12-01T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:31:09.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>Quit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1513849005027228330?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1513849005027228330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1513849005027228330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1513849005027228330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1513849005027228330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/12/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-259750878080126965</id><published>2008-12-01T22:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:30:35.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>Complaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-259750878080126965?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/259750878080126965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=259750878080126965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/259750878080126965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/259750878080126965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/12/6.html' title='6'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1846593832942129660</id><published>2008-11-03T12:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:38:13.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I teaching them?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I was driving with my son on some errands. One of the stops I was making was to a kitchen that I used to work at. I told Jason that I used to work there and cooked lots of meals every day for boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sent him on a who has a penis tangent. After listening to him spend two minutes telling everyone he knew who did and did not have a penis I decided that maybe this was a learning opportunity. I spent 30 seconds telling him that women had a vagina instead of a penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining everything to him I asked if he understood. Jason looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puzzled&lt;/span&gt; for a few seconds and then said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes.....but where do they scratch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pull over because I was laughing to hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1846593832942129660?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1846593832942129660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1846593832942129660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1846593832942129660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1846593832942129660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-am-i-teaching-them.html' title='What am I teaching them?'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-2528636822787403988</id><published>2008-09-20T18:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:32:31.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I need a title?</title><content type='html'>I am now not a sick as I was.  I started with strep throat and then added a virus that attacked my gums and a nice sprinkling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bronchitis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad in the end. I couldn't chew anything which meant I never had to worry about the painful act of swallowing and I spent all my time coughing which meant I never had time to try to eat any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result is that after 2 weeks of this I am now able to breath sometimes, and I can even chew and swallow some of my own food again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to admit that it is a little weird taking an hour to eat a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I experienced pain like this it was in my balls after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vasectomy&lt;/span&gt; so I guess it could have been worse. At least this time I could walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2528636822787403988?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/2528636822787403988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=2528636822787403988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2528636822787403988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2528636822787403988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-do-i-need-title.html' title='Why do I need a title?'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-7582259979160835600</id><published>2008-09-09T09:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:35:59.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweater cows</title><content type='html'>I hate arriving at class at 8:30 and then discovering that it doesn't start until 10:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me angry and you wouldn't like me when I am angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-7582259979160835600?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/7582259979160835600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=7582259979160835600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7582259979160835600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7582259979160835600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweater-cows.html' title='Sweater cows'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4207390426127242428</id><published>2008-07-29T22:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:55:58.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>POP!</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago I was driving around and decided to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Slurpee&lt;/span&gt;.  I pulled into 7-11 and noticed a kid starting to fill his bike tire with air. I turned and started moving some things around on the seat beside me to make room for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Slurpee&lt;/span&gt; and a snack if they had anything good. When I looked up I realised that the kid was STILL filling his tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched for a couple of seconds while thinking that he should stop before he broke the tire. He KEPT filling. I opened the truck door to tell the kid that he should stop adding air and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire world sounded like it exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I see the humor in the situation but I also think that it is sad that this kid has just broke his bike and I decide that the sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;outweighs&lt;/span&gt; the funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the kid who is staring back at me with a shocked look on his face. I said "I think you put to much air in the tire." He just looked at me and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOT AGAIN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; and walked away so that I didn't laugh in his face. That is a mistake you make once in your life. It should NEVER be something you do twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went into 7-11 and had to stop the clerks from calling the police. Apparently it was even louder than I described.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4207390426127242428?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4207390426127242428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4207390426127242428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4207390426127242428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4207390426127242428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/07/pop.html' title='POP!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-7398693481952075701</id><published>2008-04-16T19:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:39:49.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Pocking Wrench</title><content type='html'>I found a new comic series that is great! It is called Girl Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlgeniusonline.com/"&gt;http://www.girlgeniusonline.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic premise is that it is a Victorian era world and the elites of the world are those who can create inventions and mechanical devices. Everything is run on steam or gears and springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witty repartee is hilarious and the authors are never afraid to follow a funny segue. The best example I can give you is in the next link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To set the scene, a group of people are travelling through the sewer on a rescue mission. The two guys in the middle of the first panel are local plumbers who have been forced to show them where secret tunnels are. The guy with the purple face mask is a 'special agent' for the local royalty. He does not appear to be a gentle person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlgeniusonline.com/comic.php?date=20060505"&gt;http://www.girlgeniusonline.com/comic.php?date=20060505&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recommend sitting down for a good read and be prepared to laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-7398693481952075701?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/7398693481952075701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=7398693481952075701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7398693481952075701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7398693481952075701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-pocking-wrench.html' title='Big Pocking Wrench'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1288277400131379393</id><published>2008-04-09T08:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:22:07.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>insert random 4 letter word here "...." eg. DREK!</title><content type='html'>Now that I posted about golf, its all I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it ok to like something you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R_zb6OK_-uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kmiEMjt5jog/s1600-h/47930152_d5e4d2c749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187262664107096802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R_zb6OK_-uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kmiEMjt5jog/s400/47930152_d5e4d2c749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1288277400131379393?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1288277400131379393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1288277400131379393' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1288277400131379393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1288277400131379393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/04/insert-random-4-letter-word-here-eg.html' title='insert random 4 letter word here &quot;....&quot; eg. DREK!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R_zb6OK_-uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kmiEMjt5jog/s72-c/47930152_d5e4d2c749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-7484259675101457337</id><published>2008-04-05T11:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:51:44.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The other four letter word</title><content type='html'>Golf is a funny game. There is no other way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I came across an interesting story about a PGA tournament. The details are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tour Officials said that Cink, on the 15th hole of the third round, ran into a recent ruling by a USGA ruling on Rule 13-4a. Cink apparently stood inside a bunker to play a ball that wasn't in the hazard and then hit his next shot into a bunker, at which point he raked the bunker he was standing in. The UGSA recently ruled, "that the player is in breach of Rule 13-4a by testing the condition of a similar hazard. As his ball did not lie in the first bunker, Exception 2 the Rule 13-14 does not apply. Additionally, the answer is the same regardless of whether at the time of the raking he knew his ball lay in the other bunker.&lt;br /&gt;This is, according to the rules, a no-no: "Testing the surface of a hazard", it results in a two stroke penalty. Unfortunately, no one caught the violation at the time, and as such Cink finished his round and signed his card w/o a penalty. So, when he called a rule official this morning to self-report the apparent rules violation, he was disqualified for having signed an incorrect scorecard. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up:&lt;br /&gt;-His ball landed a few inches away from a hazard.&lt;br /&gt;-He stood in the sand to play his ball.&lt;br /&gt;-He hit his ball into another hazard.&lt;br /&gt;-He went to the next hazard and made his shot.&lt;br /&gt;-His CADDY took 2 seconds to rake his tracks out of the first bunker as he was on the way to the next hazard.&lt;br /&gt;-This is a 2-stroke penalty for “testing the conditions of a similar hazard”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard me. The act of his caddy raking his footprints out of the first bunker is constituted as testing the conditions of a similar hazard. It would have been fine if the ball had landed a few inches over and actually touched the first hazard. In that case he was playing form one hazard into another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. I can’t describe it any other way. It is just as bad as Walruss getting DQ’d for placing a towel down under his knees for a shot from under a low tree a few years ago. Apparently, some thought he was improving his lie. I personally thought it was acceptable to kneel on a towel instead of the mud to make a shot but I apparently have a different version of reality than PGA rules officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love golf but the method I play involves a few less rules than those used by the PGA.&lt;br /&gt;Hit the ball, laugh at Peters bad shot, hit it again, listen to Peter laugh at my bad shot, hit it in the hole, start over. My version rocks, and you don’t get in trouble for kneeling on a towel in the mud, in fact I am willing to let you lose a stroke if you kneel in the mud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-7484259675101457337?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/7484259675101457337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=7484259675101457337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7484259675101457337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/7484259675101457337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/04/other-four-leter-word.html' title='The other four letter word'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-6914394943594128418</id><published>2008-03-29T21:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:15:11.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really get curious about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not from the point of view of trying to meet and connect with my distant relatives. Although those who know me understand my desire to run up and introduce myself to every random person i meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. That is not true. I tend to be a little more reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What interests me is more the history behind the people. I am not interested in tracking down and talking to my Great-great-great uncle whatshisname twice removed but I do get interested in knowing the history and story behind why he lives in Texas when every other relative of his lives in Ontario. Or who has achieved greatness or if not greatness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;achieved&lt;/span&gt; the life they always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nearly my whole life I have know that if I ran into another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I would somehow be related to them. About ten years ago that changed. Suddenly other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ulriksens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started appearing that we couldn't find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;connections&lt;/span&gt; with. This shouldn't be surprising given that the root of the name means "Son of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ulrik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Five hundred years ago in northern Europe there were a heck of a lot of people named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ulrik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so it is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;likely&lt;/span&gt; that many unrelated lines of descendants could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ulriksens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago I did an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; search and found a few hits on the name. A couple were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; I was related too and all the others were in eastern European languages that I couldn't read. Those hits appeared to primarily scientific journals with the name listed as one of the references or contributor to the paper. Nothing that really filled me with any sort of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent some time searching again and found many more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;occurrences&lt;/span&gt; and some were very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a H. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; listed as the operator of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Southend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; airport in northern Saskatchewan. That is only about a 9 hour drive form where I live and nobody in my family has any idea who that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who appears to be a very successful artist. He does private works and illustrates for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;New Yorker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;magazine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a link to the air guitar world championships with a performance by Andre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have included it here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVeEipnuUhI&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVeEipnuUhI&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Thor A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who apparently sells cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a picture of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reunion that has 3 people I don't think I am related to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rsepulveda/583203453/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/rsepulveda/583203453/&lt;/a&gt; It shows Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ULRIKSEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; RUIZ, Rodrigo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SEPULVEDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SCHULZ, Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;VIÑAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ULRIKSEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Karsten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who appears to be a fictional character in some sort of game. &lt;a href="http://www.hattrick.org/Common/PlayerDetails.asp?playerID=73220838"&gt;http://www.hattrick.org/Common/PlayerDetails.asp?playerID=73220838&lt;/a&gt; This one really made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind there is also a Fritz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the same league &lt;a href="http://www.hattrick.org/common/playerDetails.asp?playerID=30326906"&gt;http://www.hattrick.org/common/playerDetails.asp?playerID=30326906&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Staale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: a researcher at the Norwegian Institute of Foreign Policy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;NUPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Vidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: State Secretary Norwegian Labour Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Stene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LC, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: one author of an article in a scientific journal "Use of cod liver oil during pregnancy associated with lower risk of Type I diabetes in the offspring." 2000. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Diabetologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 43:1093-1098. &lt;a title="Digital object identifier" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital_object_identifier"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;DOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a class="external text" title="http://dx.doi.org/10.1007/s001250051499" href="http://dx.doi.org/10.1007/s001250051499" rel="nofollow"&gt;10.1007/s001250051499&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="external" title="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/11043854" href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/11043854"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;PMID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 11043854&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Forward player on a paintball team&lt;br /&gt;Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: author of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;articles relating her horrible experiences in a very fundamentalist religious school&lt;/span&gt; as a teen &lt;a href="http://www.rationalatheist.com/Articles/Secret_Sabotage_included.html"&gt;http://www.rationalatheist.com/Articles/Secret_Sabotage_included.html&lt;/a&gt; and detailing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;opposition&lt;/span&gt; to further faith based initiatives by the Bush government. &lt;a href="http://www.rationalatheist.com/Articles/faith_initiatives.html"&gt;http://www.rationalatheist.com/Articles/faith_initiatives.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As an aside, I believe that faith based teaching is a very important part of raising my own kids but I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; agree that the type of fundamentalist schooling that she experienced has no place in our society.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Macarena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ulriksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A 21 year old blogger from Chile. How did the name get to Chile? All others I found were from Northern Europe or north America and now suddenly there is someone in Chile. I have put a link to her blog on my site please check hers out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. The stories would be endless. Perhaps someday I will know a few of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-6914394943594128418?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/6914394943594128418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=6914394943594128418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6914394943594128418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/6914394943594128418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/03/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1708474864068056568</id><published>2008-02-11T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:22:07.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my new car</title><content type='html'>I Just thought Peter would like to see a picture of my new car!&lt;br /&gt;Here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R7EigSnlYQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PmzyFs4chj4/s1600-h/My+new+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165948185719693570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R7EigSnlYQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PmzyFs4chj4/s400/My+new+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it puuuurdddy!???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1708474864068056568?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1708474864068056568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1708474864068056568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1708474864068056568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1708474864068056568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-car.html' title='my new car'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R7EigSnlYQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PmzyFs4chj4/s72-c/My+new+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4911729059765511369</id><published>2008-01-17T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:33:31.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lurker!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Mom is a lurker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claims to always read our blogs but I never see any comments from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we embarass her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. I love you mom!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4911729059765511369?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4911729059765511369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4911729059765511369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4911729059765511369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4911729059765511369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/01/lurker.html' title='Lurker!!!!!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4363689381204774008</id><published>2008-01-16T10:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:35:43.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing in the rain</title><content type='html'>I have NO voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4363689381204774008?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4363689381204774008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4363689381204774008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4363689381204774008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4363689381204774008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/01/singing-in-rain.html' title='Singing in the rain'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1779619156303583129</id><published>2008-01-14T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:53:12.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Sick</title><content type='html'>I am mostly better but still have a nasty nagging cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the type of cough that hits you every 20 seconds or so. It is overpowering and forces me to hack my toes out through my nose. The demoralising part is the fact that nothing every changes from the cough. No matter how hard I cough I will still have to cough again in 20-30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my brain feels like it is loose in my head from all the coughing and it rattles around with each hack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; I actually loosen some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;phlegm&lt;/span&gt; or get that satisfied feeling that I actually accomplished something with an individual hack. Luckily that only lasts a few seconds until I realise that it is just playing with me and nothing actually got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1779619156303583129?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1779619156303583129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1779619156303583129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1779619156303583129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1779619156303583129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-sick.html' title='Still Sick'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-85514785245341683</id><published>2008-01-01T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:22:08.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Christmas pics</title><content type='html'>My son has discovered prat-falls. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now randomly falls down if you bump him so that he can laugh at your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R3rUx47bLzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zXL61q0YpTo/s1600-h/Dec+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150663077411893042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R3rUx47bLzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zXL61q0YpTo/s400/Dec+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now a Christmas photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150664653664890722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R3rWNo7bL2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PBY505IAa38/s400/Dec+2007+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrea says that Jason is my son and this picture may be definite proof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-85514785245341683?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/85514785245341683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=85514785245341683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/85514785245341683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/85514785245341683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-cristmas-pics.html' title='Some Christmas pics'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/R3rUx47bLzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zXL61q0YpTo/s72-c/Dec+2007+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4750043423183151931</id><published>2007-12-29T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:42:31.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>official</title><content type='html'>I now officially have a 85.2% average for the semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4750043423183151931?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4750043423183151931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4750043423183151931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4750043423183151931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4750043423183151931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/official.html' title='official'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-2725644653934357530</id><published>2007-12-28T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T19:08:07.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I smart am</title><content type='html'>It looks like I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marks for my last class have been posted by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;professor&lt;/span&gt; and will be made official by the dean in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She provides a histogram and some basic statistics for all marks listed. The graph for the final exam shows that 4 people got a mark between 90 and 100. The statistics listed 94% as the highest mark on the final. I got a 94%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that I am one of the 4 who got 90% or higher but I don't know if I am the only one who got a 94% or if some or all of the other 3 also got that mark. The average mark was a 67%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 94% in the final resulted in a 90% final mark in the class. The highest total class mark was a 94% and only 7 people (including me) got a 90% or higher. The class average was a 73%. A total of 74 people took the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This result, once made official, will result in a term average of 85.2% which should make me eligible for the Dean's List. It also raised my program average to 80.3% which qualifies me to graduate with honours as long as I can maintain this mark over the last 11 classes that I have to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2725644653934357530?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/2725644653934357530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=2725644653934357530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2725644653934357530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2725644653934357530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-smart-am.html' title='I smart am'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-5274854684116546939</id><published>2007-12-20T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:40:33.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pins and Needle time</title><content type='html'>I just wrote my last exam and now I have to wait and tremble for the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my scores in the other classes and I have:&lt;br /&gt;87&lt;br /&gt;84&lt;br /&gt;83&lt;br /&gt;82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which gives me an 84 average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that if I get an 89 or higher in this last class then I have an 85 average and make the deans list for the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last exam was one of the best I have ever written. I did the entire exam without having to skip questions. When I got to the end I re-checked the whole exam twice and only made 2 minor changes. I changed the name of an account I used when making a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journal&lt;/span&gt; entry for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;declared&lt;/span&gt; dividend and I added a note to clarify one answer to eliminate a possible misunderstanding of what my final answer was. There is only 1 mark out of 75 that I am not reasonably sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the possibility of getting a 100% on the exam and any mark 91% or higher will give me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;overall&lt;/span&gt; 89%+ in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to wait and see if I made more than 9% of stupid mistakes in the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-5274854684116546939?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/5274854684116546939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=5274854684116546939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5274854684116546939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/5274854684116546939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/pins-and-needle-time.html' title='Pins and Needle time'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4996693588613508787</id><published>2007-12-12T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:50:20.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the crazy one</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the pull knob for the lights on my truck broke into 2 pieces and fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did what any normal person would do. I blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the metal rod sticking out of the dash and yep...I can still grab it and pull and push it as needed. My lights still work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that funny part. I sent Peter a text telling him that it was broke and that I was going to ignore it for all eternity.  He called me 20 seconds later and asked if he could borrow my truck for awhile.  This is how he would proceed: (direct quote taken from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; Messenger this morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i would froth at the mouth and go to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wrecher&lt;/span&gt; where i would pull a switch out, pay 20 dollars for it sit in a freezing truck to install it, fix 2 other tings i knew were broken and then give the truck back to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I told Peter. The sheer enjoyment of getting him worked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, I am the crazy one for ignoring a broken knob on a switch that works without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4996693588613508787?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4996693588613508787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4996693588613508787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4996693588613508787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4996693588613508787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-crazy-one.html' title='I am the crazy one'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-2956348564754841052</id><published>2007-12-11T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:44:57.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>One day, 2 exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More...no...brain....my....it...work......Uhhhh.....need sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-2956348564754841052?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/2956348564754841052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=2956348564754841052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2956348564754841052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/2956348564754841052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3897985353980879144</id><published>2007-12-08T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:49:09.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You are out of your depth here peter</title><content type='html'>Consider two non-zero numbers "a" and "b", such that a = b.&lt;br /&gt;If a = b, Then we can also write, a*a = a*b&lt;br /&gt;Subtract the same thing from both sides:&lt;br /&gt;a² - b² = ab - b²&lt;br /&gt;(a-b)*(a+b) = b(a-b)&lt;br /&gt;Hence, a + b = b&lt;br /&gt;But a = b, So, the last equation can be written as, b + b = b ........!&lt;br /&gt;So, 2b = b&lt;br /&gt;Hence, 2 = 1 .....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.intnet.mu/rasputin/trivia/test.htm"&gt;http://pages.intnet.mu/rasputin/trivia/test.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3897985353980879144?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3897985353980879144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3897985353980879144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3897985353980879144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3897985353980879144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-are-out-of-your-depth-here-peter.html' title='You are out of your depth here peter'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-4154627314240069207</id><published>2007-12-06T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:58:48.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Virus #2 (recommend reading Virus #1 posted earlier today first)</title><content type='html'>This one is all Peters fault. (I will explain later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer got a nasty virus several days ago. It was found and deleted by Spybot 8 times in the last 5 days. Yesterday I discovered that every time I reboot the computer all of my protection software and firewalls are being disabled and have to be manually re-started every time, EVEN IF THEY ARE SET TO START AUTOMATICALLY ON START-UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently with my firewall down the virus rewrites itself when ever it wants to. Today I decided to take the time to figure this one out. Here is the story of 6 hours of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed so simple; if I can get my security to stop shutting off I will be fine. How naïve I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by researching the name of the recurring virus FakeMSN8beta. I found several references but all of them were from late 2006 and the only solutions were to remove it with Spy-bot and all would be fine. Obviously what I have is a new nasty incarnation of this virus. By searching several other terms related to my problem I found a mal-ware archive that included help for problems similar but not exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one constant thread was the suggestion that those requiring help use a program called &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt;. I decided to get a copy and try it. In doing so, I now learned how insidious this virus really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed “hijackthis” into yahoo search and explorer shut down. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;I typed “hijackthis” into yahoo search and explorer shut down. Weirder.&lt;br /&gt;I typed “hijackthis” into yahoo search and explorer shut down. Now I am mad.&lt;br /&gt;I ponder this for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I typed “hijackthis” into the Google search and explorer shut down. Uhhhh?&lt;br /&gt;I typed “hijackthis” into several other search engines and in each case explored shut down with in seconds. Now I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the site that suggested &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; and kept reading. In one post I found the name of a site that offered it. I typed the URL into the top bar and within 3 seconds explorer shut down. At this point I figure that this virus is REALLY nasty and wants to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More research find a direct link to a download of the program. This means that I can directly link to and download the program without actually opening the parent site or typing the name. Finally I have the program. I run the program. I start reading the options I have and it shuts down. I try again with the same result. ARRRGGGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to open it and start a scan as fast as I can. Sometimes it is able to reach 80% complete but it always shuts down. I am stuck. (and MAD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to the archive site I have been playing with and after several minutes I manage to figure out how to get back to the actual ongoing and up to date forum. This took awhile as there was no direct link. It turns out that the site I had been directed to was a PDA only archive site. I had to fist find the link to transfer to the normal archive site and then from there I could go to the present day forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 15 minutes, but I eventually found a person who was having nearly identical symptoms as me including the shut down security and the trouble getting &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; to work. I read all 3 pages of the help file and then got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by checking the version of &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; and discovered that I did not have the newest one. Some further searching discovered a direct link to the newest copy and I tried running it. Same problem. To fix this problem for the other person the tech suggested a program called &lt;a href="http://www.funkytoad.com/download/HostsXpert.zip" target="_blank"&gt;HostsXpert&lt;/a&gt;. I download and run this program, follow the instructions and nothing changes. Unfortunately it does change for the person in the forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to bypass whatever program is seaching for references to &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; I open my task manager and reopen &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; several times until I dicover that the only process that shows activity everytime is one called lsass.exe. I try closing this process but get told that it is a required system process that cannot be shut off. I decided to switch to safe mode and try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In safe mode I am able to run &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; and finally get a log-file of what processes are commands are present when I start my computer. I return to the normal mode to comare my log file with the one from the help session. I discover that even the log file won't stay open. I notice that the logfile's name starts with 'hijackthis' so I re-name the file so that it does not contain the phrase 'highjackthis' and now it stays open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I compare this list to the one in the help session and discover that most of the problem areas are the same but I am missing all the ones that relate to the blocking process. The virus was not active in safe mode so it doesn’t get logged. I delete all the problem command lines that I do have and try to find a new solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search for the file that was to be removed in the forum helpfile and can’t find it. I am not really surprised as I have also now learned that the virus has been changed to copy itself to a random file name which it then deletes form its memory. This is why Spybot can no longer delete it completely. It is able to delete the working file and all the components that it has written into the system but the virus core is in an unknown location with a random name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; still doesn’t work but having seen my safe mode log I know what cammand line to look for. I start running &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; over and over and gradually read what it displays on the log screen before shutting down. I discover the missing lines about ½ way down the page and several more attempts, I get the folder name and location on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to find the basic folder in the windows system but it is empty. I re-read the forum help file and discover that it is a hidden file. I follow the instructions to reveal hidden files and IT APPEARS!!!!!! Then it disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it is also programmed to return to hidden status if it is ever revealed. (rat fink….mutter….beat you….dirty…@$#$%....get you!) On my fourth try it stays revealed long enough for me to right-click and choose cut. I then past it to a new folder in a different location where it appears…and then disappears. I verify that it has just changed to properties of its new location to be hidden again and after several tries I am able to open the folder inside I discover the suspected lsass.exe process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another re-start brings a chain of errors warning me that several processes could not be started as the requested folder no longer exist where they are supposed to. I try running &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; and IT WORKS. I am able to remove all the virus created command prompts and then go an d delete the new folder I created along with the virus it contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh re-start and &lt;a href="http://www.trendsecure.com/portal/en-US/threat_analytics/HJTInstall.exe" target="_blank"&gt;HighJackThis&lt;/a&gt; check reveals that all the virus commands are gone. And what do you know…lsass.exe is also no longer listed as a running process. I guess it wasn’t really a required system process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final step is to run &lt;a href="http://downloads.andymanchesta.com/RemovalTools/SDFix.exe" target="_blank"&gt;SDFix&lt;/a&gt; to correct the changed registry values that are causing my security to be disabled on startup. I load the program, switch to safe mode and then run it. It spends 10 minutes examining my registry and then tells me to reset my computer and that it will run again on boot up. This time the program seems to interrupt my normal log-in and compares what my log-in is trying to do with what my safe mode did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 15 minutes it tells me that it has removed 2 lines from my registry and everything is back to proper windows registry mode. My favorite of the two was "C:\WINDOWS\system32\taskkill.com". The name seemed appropriate. I re-set again and discover that all my security now turn on properly. I re-run all my spy ware programs and nothing is found. 6 hours have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forum help file I used as a reference is &lt;a href="http://forums.spybot.info/showthread.php?t=16021&amp;amp;highlight=fakemsn8beta"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; if any of you want to see it directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now…This is why I blame Peter. Last week Peter tried to send me some pictures on MSN Messenger. I had to leave so I asked him to send them later. As I was getting ready to shut the computer down on Friday night messenger opened and I got a message that said “The pictures you wanted can be downloaded here.” Followed with a link. The message said it had been sent from Peters account. I opened the link which started downloading a program. When it finished it asked if I wanted to run it. I clicked yes and then nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to messenger to ask Peter a question and discovered that he was not listed as being connected. The next morning, when I turned the computer on, all my problems started. So even though he was not logged on the virus said it came from Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pete, I owe you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-4154627314240069207?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/4154627314240069207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=4154627314240069207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4154627314240069207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/4154627314240069207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/virus-2.html' title='Virus #2 (recommend reading Virus #1 posted earlier today first)'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8311387108837819796</id><published>2007-12-06T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:13:46.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>virus #1</title><content type='html'>I am sick.  NOT FROM THE RAID THOUGH SO DON"T GO THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 2 weeks I have been stuffed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when I wake up in the morning.  Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mornings&lt;/span&gt; i fill several tissues with gobs of mucus and then I am better for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last several days I have had a cough, sore throat and earaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sucks is the fact that none of the symptoms are really bad.  My throat barely hurts and only when I swallow. My earache fades in and out but never gets really bad. My nose is bad in the morning and i have to empty it a little a few times through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even taken all together it is not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that it has gone on for the last several days. I am now at the point that I almost wish I would just get horribly sick and get it over with rather than this hanging-on almost sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I have never before wanted to be sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8311387108837819796?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8311387108837819796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8311387108837819796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8311387108837819796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8311387108837819796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/virus-1.html' title='virus #1'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3091929700051826330</id><published>2007-12-05T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:17:17.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JIMMINEY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The cricket is dead!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last week we have been blessed with a happy little cricket in our living room. It appears to live in the crack between the flooring and thewall paneling BEHIND the radiator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been unable to see him only hear him...and hear him...and hear him...and hear him...and hear him...and hear him...and hear him...and hear him...and hear him...and hear him...and hear him...and HEAR HIM...AND HEAR HIM...AND HEAR HIM...AND HEAR HIM...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND HEAR HIM...AND HEAR HIM...AND HEAR HIM...AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we picked up some raid and I doused the wall under and behind the rad. Since then we have heard no cricket.  May he rest in peace. (OK I really mean rot in Hell but I am to nice to actually say that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed everyone and maybe we will get some sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3091929700051826330?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3091929700051826330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3091929700051826330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3091929700051826330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3091929700051826330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/jimminey.html' title='JIMMINEY!!!!!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-3429698352108638828</id><published>2007-12-04T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:37:56.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Pain      SIR!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter has created a very small amount of guilt but how about the rest of you. Darrell, I am looking in your direction. (of course, being on the other side of the world I am looking at you no matter where I peer.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-3429698352108638828?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/3429698352108638828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=3429698352108638828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3429698352108638828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/3429698352108638828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/12/major-pain-sir.html' title='Major Pain      SIR!!!!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-1230936071715173673</id><published>2007-11-29T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:43:55.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guilt Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't actually feel guilty...Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will all depend on how fast everyone reads and responds to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to feel really guilty then leave a comment ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faster the guilt trips arrive the guiltier I will feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise........&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;(hee hee!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;(Be sure to leave the date you commented as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-1230936071715173673?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/1230936071715173673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=1230936071715173673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1230936071715173673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/1230936071715173673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/11/guilt-blog.html' title='The Guilt Blog'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-8787343845389747695</id><published>2007-03-17T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:26:10.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>POOP!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Now that I have your attention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually going to tell a poop story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday our family had a massive breakthrough after months of frustrating effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son, Jason, came to Andrea and led her to the bathroom where he went to the potty and POOPED!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By pooped, I don't mean he squirted out a little brown marble and then danced around like he had created a work of art, which is actually sort of cute and funny, I mean he dropped a log that would make me proud if I were the pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that within a few months we may only have to deal with 1/2 the dirty diapers as we do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...I think he learned to dance with pleasure and excitement after pooping from Peter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-8787343845389747695?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/8787343845389747695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=8787343845389747695' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8787343845389747695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/8787343845389747695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/03/poop.html' title='POOP!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-116803816936934616</id><published>2007-01-05T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:02:49.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got them all now</title><content type='html'>My final marks were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76 in BUS 285 Organisational Behavior&lt;br /&gt;78 in BUS 210 Intro to Marketing&lt;br /&gt;82 in BUS 290 Intro to Finance&lt;br /&gt;86 in BUS 288 Intro to Managerial Accounting&lt;br /&gt;90 in PSCI 201 Intro to Political Science&lt;br /&gt;P (Pass) in Bus 007 Computer Applications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a final term aberage of 82.4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including the class I took in summer just before this term started I have an average of 84% in my last 6 classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another semester like that and I might graduate with Honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My overall average is now 77.6% bot if you remove the 2-3 classes that will not count towards this degree it actully rises to 79.4% or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel not so dumb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-116803816936934616?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/116803816936934616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=116803816936934616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/116803816936934616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/116803816936934616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2007/01/got-them-all-now.html' title='Got them all now'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-116655984138998056</id><published>2006-12-19T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:24:01.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADES</title><content type='html'>I am finally getting dsome grades back and I am flirting heavily with a +80 average this semester.  The 2 classes I have got back were a 76% in Organizational Behavior (a spectacularily boring class) and a 86% in Managerial Accounting (actually a fun class).  The 86% means I did REALLY well on the final.  Possibly as high as 95-100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives me a 81 average with 3 classes to go.  Of those 3 I am expecting no less than a 70% in one and close to 90's in the other 2.  My average could be as high as 85% depending on the final outcomes. Maybe I will even get a scholarship or a U of R bursury with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buisness faucilty is the largest on campus and last fall they only had 20 people with +80 averages.  It would be nice to get my name on the plaque but we will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-116655984138998056?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/116655984138998056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=116655984138998056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/116655984138998056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/116655984138998056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2006/12/grades.html' title='GRADES'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-116550647964955344</id><published>2006-12-07T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:47:59.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5273/1245/1600/195778/Birds%20May%2019_2006%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5273/1245/400/321898/Birds%20May%2019_2006%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would put an update in place just to see how long it took for you guys to notice. Let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-116550647964955344?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/116550647964955344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=116550647964955344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/116550647964955344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/116550647964955344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-thought-that-i-would-put-update-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-114473233355891389</id><published>2006-04-10T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:15:22.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just so you guys know; my job is not all fun and games. As part of the university Co-op program I am required to present a report which is somehow related to both my field of study and the position I have. I have presented the synopsis of what I am planning to present below. I expect that the final product will end up being 30-40 pages long plus 10-20 pages of ancillary information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is graded as a pass/fail so after all that work, the only thing I will be told is that it is acceptable or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Work term report synopsis – Scott Ulriksen 200241155&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A primary function of the RHA maintenance office is to ensure that tenant concerns are dealt with in a timely and appropriate way. The process used is a classical example of a problem solving algorithm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the existing process that allows tenant concerns to be efficiently dealt with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What is the history behind the existing system?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What are the strengths and weaknesses of this process?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;How does the database created for this process enhance productivity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;How can the database be improved?Where does the system ‘bog down’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Is there too much or too little supervisor input in the system?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;How can the algorithm be improved or streamlined?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Have recent changes improved the system already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proposal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose to examine the existing algorithm used to solve tenant concerns and problems. I will examine the history leading to the present system, discuss how the present system works and seek to determine if further improvements to efficiency, productivity, or quality control can be achieved. Included will be discussion of how the new database system is used and how it may also be improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A complete algorithm, detailing all steps from a problem being reported to the storage of the records after the problem is solved will be created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-Discussion of the history leading to the present algorithm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-Analysis of strengths and weaknesses of the algorithm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-Discussion of how the database enhances the efficiency and quality of the algorithm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-Presentation and evaluation of changes made during work term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-Recommendation of possible further changes to both the algorithm and the database used to track each individual concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The recommended report outline will be followed with the above information presented in the most obvious or best suited location within the report.-The emphasis of the report is not finalized and may change as it is prepared. The final product will have a consistent emphasis throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this far then maybe you can tell me what you think of my project. If I have to think about it then I sure want someone else to as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-114473233355891389?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/114473233355891389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=114473233355891389' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/114473233355891389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/114473233355891389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-so-you-guys-know-my-job-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-114057190158776414</id><published>2006-02-21T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:31:41.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eight'll get ya sixty five thousand!</title><content type='html'>I have learned a few things in my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, when you tell someone that they lost a $20,000 contract because another company submitted a bid that was $2 less than theirs they swear….LOUDLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is where the sadistic part of me gets happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had to tell the same company that they lost a different $45,000 contract by $6.  Apparently, swearing doesn’t cut it in this case.  There was about 8 seconds of silence and then the phone was hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called back later in the day so we know he didn’t hurt himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I feel bad for him, as a separate 3rd party observer I find the situation to be hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it never happen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-114057190158776414?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/114057190158776414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=114057190158776414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/114057190158776414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/114057190158776414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2006/02/eightll-get-ya-sixty-five-thousand.html' title='eight&apos;ll get ya sixty five thousand!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-113877364873770446</id><published>2006-01-31T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:00:48.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy Duke</title><content type='html'>A month of contemplation has resulted in the correct wording to describe the new Daisy Duke.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;We have discovered a form of silicone life.  It appeared in the form of breasts and while it was mobile and was able to "shake it" there appeared to be little or no intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point:  The "These boots were made for walking" video that somehow turned into a softcore porn carwash movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her money would have been better off spent on a comic book instead of the implants...At least then she could spend her time sounding out the words and perhaps eventually not seem to be the dumbest, ditzyest blond on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to admit that she was easy on the eyes, even if they ruined the character.  I wish my wife would were some of those outfits for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-113877364873770446?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/113877364873770446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=113877364873770446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113877364873770446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113877364873770446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2006/01/daisy-duke.html' title='Daisy Duke'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-113505924747529034</id><published>2005-12-20T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:14:07.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazard in Hazard. Pt.1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my wife and I had the (pleasure) of watching the Dukes of Hazard movie.  It was GREAT!...sorry…REALLY GOOD!…..uhh……errr….OK!....(nope)....Survivable!.....(not quite there yet)……………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about….&lt;br /&gt;IT DIDN’T (QUITE) MAKE ME UPCHUCK MY BOYS ACROSS THE ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that got the proper emphasis across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been warned, but I still believed that there would be redeeming factors in the film.  I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, how hard can it be?  You have two cousins who drive an awesome car.  They are both pretty smart and stick up for each other and their whole family.  You give them girl cousin who has some feminine charms but is actually probably smarter then the boys. Add in the wise uncle who guides the flock and you have a team that can easily handle everything that the not smart enough bad guy and his bumbling crony of a sheriff throw at them.  Give them a few loyal friends and you have movie gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idiot that wrote this screen play has obviously never seen any episodes of the TV show and likely only has the drunken ravings of some movie exec. at a seedy little Hollywood soirée to base his knowledge on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo and Luke Duke have strayed from the path of “good ol boys”.  Instead of being smart young men trying to go straight and do right by their family, they have been turned into bumbling party boys who are still moon-shining and get sucked into helping their family because if they don’t then they are out of a job!  Their chief concern is trying to get into the underwear of every woman they see, who cares about Uncle Jesse!  Everything else is just in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only one of them is a driver.  I could be wrong about this but I always thought they both drove the car and that they were both good at it.  Not only is Luke the only driver, he has a sexual obsession with the car.  I don’t mean he really likes it, I mean he wants to take it behind the barn and give it a ‘lube job’!!! I feel sorry for the General’s tailpipe because it is going to be sore in the morning. Luckily they cut the worst of this aspect and I only got to see how bad it was by watching the deleted scenes. Ironically, as bad as it was, the scenes they cut would actually have made it worse. Somewhere there is an editor who actually took this pile of crap and made the final product smell not as bad as it could have. I hope he gets an Oscar for being able to turn elephant dung into cow patties. Either way, it still reeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the car, they now treat it like trash!  They seem to have no concern for the car at all they find any excuse possible to take off-roading, and within 5 minutes of the start of the film they have crashed it, settled a bet which involves beating each other with telephone books and then abandoned it to go 5 miles to a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning.  This movie was ok IF and ONLY IF the TV show had never existed.  If that was the case I would have had a chuckle and moved on with my life.  As it is, I plan to eviscerate this movie fully.  I will rip apart the characters, the vehicles and the plot.  I watched this movie with clenched teeth and made myself sit through it without yelling at the screen.  Now I vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post, Daisy Duke.  (sorry, I mean Booberlilla)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-113505924747529034?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/113505924747529034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=113505924747529034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113505924747529034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113505924747529034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2005/12/hazard-in-hazard-pt1.html' title='Hazard in Hazard. Pt.1'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-113400032442241881</id><published>2005-12-07T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:05:24.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploration</title><content type='html'>I am trying to post pictures of the ways that Jason explores our house but Blogger is giving me troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-113400032442241881?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/113400032442241881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=113400032442241881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113400032442241881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113400032442241881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2005/12/exploration.html' title='Exploration'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-113299330806448317</id><published>2005-11-26T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T02:25:31.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing Mt. Everest...or the couch...whichever is closer...and easier come to think of it...It better be the couch!</title><content type='html'>My son is a climber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found him standing on the back of the couch trying to see out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be so bad if he could learn not to fall. (No damage except to his pride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be entertaining however. One of his favorite climbing spots is the coffee table in the living room. (See picture in earlier post) Yesterday he climbed onto it and walked around for a minute. Then he sat down and shimmied forward so that his legs were hanging over the side of the table. He swung his legs and giggled at them. Or me, but I hope it was his own actions he was laughing at and not a early childhood realization that dad is actually not as smart as he looks....and he doesn't look that smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile he decided to shuffle back a bit to stand up so that he could walk around again but sort of last his balance backwards. It would have been simple to let himself roll slowly onto his back and then recover but he fought it. He stayed in this half collapsing form for around twenty seconds as he tried to sit back up but couldn't. Think halfway up on a crunchie - if I did that for as long as he did I would not be able to type right now, I would hurt too much. During this time, as he fought gravity and jerked his tiny body several times to straighten up, he managed to twist 45% and slide sideways about 6 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected he finally decided to let gravity take over. YEP! You guessed it. He was now at the edge of the table and leaning backwards off of it. His feet shot straight up and then he tumbled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not happy with this turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed through the tears, his tears that is. (Does that make me a bad parent of just normal?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you feel too bad for him I have to point out that the story doesn't end there. Once he was done crying, about 12 seconds later, he grabbed one of his books and climbed back up onto the table where he promptly started to walk randomly while trying to read his book!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having no fear and a 20 second memory. At least as I grow older I know I will get one of those back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of.....what...back? I was saying something....I think it was important. Oh well, it'll come to me eventually. I just hope that no one thinks I am strange because of.... what was I afraid of? ...What was I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's at the door, I'd better go hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-113299330806448317?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/113299330806448317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=113299330806448317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113299330806448317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113299330806448317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2005/11/climbing-mt-everestor-couchwhichever.html' title='Climbing Mt. Everest...or the couch...whichever is closer...and easier come to think of it...It better be the couch!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-113263461722073704</id><published>2005-11-21T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:43:37.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hung Up</title><content type='html'>I find it disturbing that as Madonna gets older I like her music more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new single is good enough that I am thinking of getting the album.  I don't buy CD's!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-113263461722073704?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/113263461722073704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=113263461722073704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113263461722073704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113263461722073704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2005/11/hung-up.html' title='Hung Up'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-113252217536452476</id><published>2005-11-20T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:29:35.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looked like a good idea!</title><content type='html'>[A is for age:] 28 for another 4 months&lt;br /&gt;[B is for booze of choice:] never had enough to decide&lt;br /&gt;[C is for career:] Eternal student&lt;br /&gt;[D is for your dad's name:] Wesly&lt;br /&gt;[E is for essential items to bring to a party:] Sour cream and oinion chips&lt;br /&gt;[F is for favourite song at the moment:]That one by that guy (sorry jeff, it’s the best I could do)[G is for favourite game:] Tickling Andrea&lt;br /&gt;[H is for hometown:] Regina&lt;br /&gt;[I is for instruments you played:] piano, trumpet, trombone, accordian (yes…I know!)&lt;br /&gt;[J is for jam or jelly you like:] Frozen raspberry jam.&lt;br /&gt;[K is for kids?] Jason and NO NAME (or TBA)&lt;br /&gt;[L is for living arrangements:] House basement with wife kid and dog.  You can’t have my dog.  Anybody want a kid?  Onlyl whines when not eating!&lt;br /&gt;[M is for mom's name:] Heather&lt;br /&gt;[N is for name of your crush :] Andrea&lt;br /&gt;[O is for overnight hospital stays:] Never&lt;br /&gt;[P is for phobias:] spiders and hights.  Not phobias yet, but I do avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;[Q is for quotes you like:] AHHHH!  The phone is leaking!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[R is for relationship that lasted the longest] 6 years (or 10, or 13, or 20,…depends on who you listen too.&lt;br /&gt;[S is for sexual preference:] Yes please&lt;br /&gt;[T is for time you wake up:] 8-9 am.&lt;br /&gt;[U is for underwear:] BB’s (boxer-briefs&lt;br /&gt;[V is for vegetable you love:] Tomato&lt;br /&gt;[W is for worst habit:] Procrastination (i.e. I should be doing homework right now.)&lt;br /&gt;[X is for x-rays you've had:] Shoulder, ankle, lungs.  Apparently lungs should be clear.  Mine were not clear and I got a $300 prescription.  2 months later, I could breath again&lt;br /&gt;[Y is for yummy food you make:] Most things&lt;br /&gt;[Z is for zodiac sign:] Piceies???  The fish thingy.  It’s never right. Actually it is also never wrong.  They are so vague.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-113252217536452476?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/113252217536452476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=113252217536452476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113252217536452476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113252217536452476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2005/11/looked-like-good-idea.html' title='Looked like a good idea!'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-113237719681820520</id><published>2005-11-18T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:13:16.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealth (plagiarized shamelessly from Darrell)</title><content type='html'>"Pardon my C-cup". A line that is sure to become one of the best remembered movie lines off all time, along with "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn", and "I'm a mog, half dog, half man. I'm my own best friend". The movie Stealth certainly had plenty of action. Every two minutes I was getting up to hurl over the seat in front of me, a condition brought on by the waves of cliches and pointless scenes that assaulted me. I mean...it was...an...okay movie.... Okay, that's a lie.Really, it wasn't a completely terrible movie. But it was by no means a good movie either. There was nothing particularly surprising about it, no twist ending that no one saw coming. The cliches came hot and heavy, the characters were almost developed and the special effects, while good, were nothing that hasn't been seen a million times before. The thing that elevates this movie slightly above any other of a million other mindless action flicks is that the acting was actually pretty good. Sadly, the material that they were acting out was not so good, but with what they had they managed to do the best they could. It's like shovelling a pile of poop - you may be the quickest, strongest, and best poop slinger out there, but at the end of the day it's all still crap.There were so many problems with this movie that it became an unintentional comedy. For example, in one scene the intrepid hero fires a missile (that's one missile) into a clump of trees at the edge of a forest. There is a huge explosion. I'm okay with that. But what about the second explosion, and the third explosion, creating a fireball a half a klick long. I'm pretty sure that the missile explodes once and that's it (I'll admit I may be wrong I suppose), and there was nothing else there to create explosions. Unless those were gasoline trees, where we get fuel from the sap. Another explosion, um, scene features our intrepid hero firing a missile into a hangar at an airfield. This time the many explosions is more believable, given the materials present in the hangar, and I think he fired more than one this time. They show people outside of the hangar being flung backwards by the huge explosion. Somehow, though, two guys manage to not be flung back, even though their buddy standing right beside them is flung back dozens of yards.And let's speak of our intrepid hero. It's at least halfway through the movie before there is any indication that he is the focus of the movie. Up to that point, he's actually a sleezeball and that's about it. And he reveals to another character that he is in love with Jessica Biel (the lone woman pilot). And it shows in how he looked at her while going off to sleep with another woman, an occurance that is apparently quite common. Now that's love. As my brother said, "it's like they opened up the book of movie cliches and pulled out thirty of them for the movie" (or something like that). The characters were not developed at all. They certainly tried character development over the first half of the movie, but it just didn't work at all. By the time the actual action started in earnest, I didn't care about these characters any more than I had when I walked in. I was rooting for Jamie Foxx's character because he was the actor I knew best. That was it.It was supposed to be an action packed drama. It turned into a Mystery Science Theatre 3000 comedy. I felt sorry for Jeff because he was sitting between me and Peter, and we kept him busy swivelling his head back and forth to listen to our comments that were much more entertaining than the movie itself.Really, we should have been expecting that though. Considering our evening started with us grabbing tickets to see the 7:50 showing of Four Brothers, only to find at 7:35 that we had purchased tickets for a movie not opening for two days, seeing a bad movie was not surprising. The planes looked cool though. And I found it amazing how much stuff they could get away with simply by placing this movie in "the near future" (actual subtitle at the beginning of the movie). For instance, in "the near future" we will have satalites that can read fingerprints left on objects and identify a person. That can zoom down, and then see sideways, zooming in horizontally towards their subject. Planes that can fly at Mach 4 and go around the world without ever needing to refuel or worry about it (except when it becomes a plot device). This movie astounded me. Heck, I usually am amused by bad movies (see: Anacondas), but this one was too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet sadly it really was still enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line to compeate with "Pardon my C-cup.":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell me you love me you pussy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-113237719681820520?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/113237719681820520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=113237719681820520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113237719681820520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113237719681820520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2005/11/stealth-plagiarized-shamelessly-from.html' title='Stealth (plagiarized shamelessly from Darrell)'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937552.post-113219675264698792</id><published>2005-11-16T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:07:48.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JASON</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5273/1245/1600/October%202005%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5273/1245/400/October%202005%20061.jpg" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HEEEEEEEEERRRRREEE HE IS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13937552-113219675264698792?l=papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/113219675264698792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13937552&amp;postID=113219675264698792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113219675264698792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13937552/posts/default/113219675264698792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papascottmamaandrea.blogspot.com/2005/11/jason.html' title='JASON'/><author><name>Papa Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04970501761035943336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BH-i8stoN8I/SQ9Dk8ykNlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjsrLjKfJhM/S220/December+2007+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
