<?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-6284582269336446329</id><updated>2012-01-11T20:45:11.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PhinzStuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-7978397017836266479</id><published>2012-01-11T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:45:11.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just gotta say . . .</title><content type='html'>I really REALLY like my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working at a major cruise line in the call center. Basically, I get paid to sit around and talk about cruises all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to help people make their once-in-a-lifetime vacation a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to help people cross another item off their bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to help people celebrate an anniversary, a birthday, a Spring Break, a honeymoon, a Babymoon, or a "just because we deserve this" occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single call I take is an opportunity to make someone's day, to learn more about the world, to expand not just my own horizons, but those of whoever is on the other end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to talk to people from all walks of life--the affluent, to whom cost is not a big concern; the middle, to whom cost counts but this is a special occasion so let's pull out all the stops within reason anyways; and the yearning traveler, to whom cost is big concern, but seeing new things means a lot and I'll just be in my cabin to shower &amp;amp; sleep so give me a place to lay my head and I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all special and interesting to me. I want to help them all have the best experience they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbling. And so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-7978397017836266479?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7978397017836266479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=7978397017836266479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7978397017836266479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7978397017836266479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-gotta-say.html' title='Just gotta say . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-3700792859128407992</id><published>2011-11-13T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T16:33:47.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011 -- Birth of a New Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I received this in my email. It makes sense to me. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods --merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no longer an excuse that, at gift-giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Yes there is! It's time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone -- yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificatesfrom your local American hair salon or barber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym membership? It's appropriate for all ages who are thinking about somehealth improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, American-owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plonking downthe Benjamins on a Chinese made flat-screen? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants -- all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half-dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint. Plan your holiday outings at local, owner-operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, folks this isn't about big National chains -- this is about supporting your home town Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.How many people couldn't use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the American working guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom? Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer could use a tune-up, and I KNOW I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and potteryand beautiful wooden boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, how about going out to see a play or ballet atyour hometown theater.Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, people, do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of light, about fifty cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Christmas is no longer about draining American pockets so that China can build another glittering city. Christmas is now about caring about US, encouraging American small businesses to keep plugging away, to follow their dreams. And, when we care about other Americans, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is the new American Christmas tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a revolution of caring about each other,and isn't that what Christmas is about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-3700792859128407992?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3700792859128407992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=3700792859128407992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/3700792859128407992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/3700792859128407992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-2011-birth-of-new-tradition.html' title='Christmas 2011 -- Birth of a New Tradition'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-4778203610713203823</id><published>2011-09-28T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:58:44.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm . . .</title><content type='html'>I read blogs by friends and loved ones and see how much music is an influence or a commentary on their lives. And I wonder when that stopped being true of me and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized, the music pretty much went out of my life when I got married, and got consumed by my husband's life and family and concerns, and I lost myself along the way. I thought that was part of (finally) growing up and caring about things other than myself. And I worked SO HARD to be worthy of that new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never questioning if they were worthy of me, just accepting that I had to live up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to cue up some Buffett and be me again. Feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-4778203610713203823?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4778203610713203823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=4778203610713203823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4778203610713203823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4778203610713203823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/09/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-6114925460667279463</id><published>2011-09-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:56:57.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incommunicado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Te85z8eQHw/TnbY3FpXzcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BVWR4-TIqXo/s1600/Windjammer%2B2003%2B084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653944823130344898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Te85z8eQHw/TnbY3FpXzcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BVWR4-TIqXo/s400/Windjammer%2B2003%2B084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grenada Wildlife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cell phone won't work there and I have no idea what the chances are I'll be able to hop online (since we don't have the latest gadgetry and I'm not sure if the hotel will have a public computer).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So even though I won't be facebooking or emailing or even texting until at least the 28th, please know I am thinking of you and wondering how you're doing (in between beaching, snorkeling, sight-seeing, touring that rum factory and hopefully not dodging any hurricanes ('tis the season, you know) . . . Oh! And I hope we see the monkeys again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stay safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-6114925460667279463?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6114925460667279463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=6114925460667279463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/6114925460667279463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/6114925460667279463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/09/incommunicado.html' title='Incommunicado'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Te85z8eQHw/TnbY3FpXzcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BVWR4-TIqXo/s72-c/Windjammer%2B2003%2B084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-2386203752693159384</id><published>2011-09-12T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:21:08.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way . . .</title><content type='html'>Never mind. I was going to rant, but luckily saw the futility in that.&lt;br /&gt;I've given the frustration of you to God. Hopefully He'll see fit to make you easier to be with. If not, well, maybe that's a blessing in disguise for me. It only makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I trust you, God. It's in Your hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-2386203752693159384?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2386203752693159384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=2386203752693159384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2386203752693159384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2386203752693159384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/09/by-way.html' title='By the way . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-6386608352483638191</id><published>2011-08-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:52:36.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Gothic (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TvPDUnOmqo/TlqSoDjYmNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5XU2349ZU7o/s1600/American%2BGothic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645986299708479698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TvPDUnOmqo/TlqSoDjYmNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5XU2349ZU7o/s400/American%2BGothic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta be us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yX6xmupFdFw/TlqSSdfSyhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uM2dBXrXiiA/s1600/302989_257368577619788_100000399448119_873521_7020295_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645985928713521682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yX6xmupFdFw/TlqSSdfSyhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uM2dBXrXiiA/s400/302989_257368577619788_100000399448119_873521_7020295_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-sVBp7TzIA/TlqSSFZBoZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JjzjkO00LLg/s1600/292764_257368487619797_100000399448119_873520_6238707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645985922244780434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-sVBp7TzIA/TlqSSFZBoZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JjzjkO00LLg/s400/292764_257368487619797_100000399448119_873520_6238707_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-6386608352483638191?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6386608352483638191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=6386608352483638191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/6386608352483638191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/6386608352483638191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/08/american-gothic-2011.html' title='American Gothic (2011)'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TvPDUnOmqo/TlqSoDjYmNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5XU2349ZU7o/s72-c/American%2BGothic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-6074538878390834411</id><published>2011-08-06T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:53:04.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>testing!</title><content type='html'>Hello?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-6074538878390834411?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6074538878390834411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=6074538878390834411&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/6074538878390834411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/6074538878390834411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/08/testing.html' title='testing!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-9058393675591999376</id><published>2011-08-02T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:44:20.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am thankful for:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;reconnecting with God after too long a time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my cuz &amp;amp; her daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my friend Linda surviving breast cancer--she's my bestie and I have learned so much from her!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the miracle who stole my heart the first time she belly-laughed as I tickled her tiny fingers with my tongue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the friends I made after several years of living in a new place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally growing up and knowing when to ignore people and their opinions of me when I should&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;beautiful days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;family and friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;being able to do things for others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding things to be thankful for tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you thankful for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-9058393675591999376?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9058393675591999376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=9058393675591999376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/9058393675591999376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/9058393675591999376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='Today I am thankful for:'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-8613750369983223904</id><published>2011-07-26T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:26:25.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's us . . .</title><content type='html'>against anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can join us if they choose to. We will help and embrace them for all we are worth. We understand and live human frailty and derive strength from each other and our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;our strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-8613750369983223904?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8613750369983223904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=8613750369983223904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8613750369983223904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8613750369983223904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-us.html' title='It&apos;s us . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-8563352784462136392</id><published>2011-06-29T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:21:35.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>I offered my help. You said, "No, never mind. I'LL handle it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me for help. Immediately, I got what was needed and began the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me again. "Don't bother. I'm okay. Go back home." I said, "But I'm almost there." You said with heavy sarcasm, "Well, I'm SORRY your life was disrupted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pulling into where you were when you called again. "I need help." I was right there and had what you needed. And followed you home to make sure you got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks" would have been nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-8563352784462136392?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8563352784462136392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=8563352784462136392&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8563352784462136392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8563352784462136392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/06/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-2067346585712685565</id><published>2011-06-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:28:52.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long . . .</title><content type='html'>but tonight my heart aches for a friend. He has had a loss that no parent should have to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you, Bob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-2067346585712685565?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2067346585712685565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=2067346585712685565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2067346585712685565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2067346585712685565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-4720090629519062678</id><published>2011-03-18T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:31:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I'm home!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted for MONTHS--I'm sure there are only about 3 of you out there after all this time. My bad. Profuse apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I got a job with the 2010 Census. It was one of the best jobs I've had. Very fast-paced, very detail-oriented, and since the economy put so many highly-educated and highly-qualified people out of work, I was able to learn so much from people I would never otherwise have met. God blessed me! And our local office actually placed in the TOP TEN of the entire country for meeting deadlines, accuracy, etc. It was a once-in-a-lifetime coming together of positive, action-oriented, think-outside-the-box, get-it-done-right-the-FIRST-time group of people. We rocked that Census!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also blessed to come away from that experience with lifelong friends. I moved to California, got married, and worked in the family business since 2003. Not a lot of opportunities to meet non-family members. Now I have several friends and at least 3 I know I will hold close forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the job ended, I have been spending my time with those new friends! They are teaching me creative things--knitting, scrapbooking, photography, card-making, etc. I'm learning to go with my imagination, something I never really did before. It's good. I'm seeing parts of the area I wouldn't otherwise see, with our photography sessions and hiking. I'm starting to feel like a real part of a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to go back to Ohio in January to visit with friends there and most important, my family. Because of the census job, I missed my usual summer visit, so I was anxious to see everyone. It was, as always, the icing on the cake of my year. This time I did something new: I drove down to Sunbury to spend a night with my cousin's family and meet a facebook friend in person that she introduced me to online. I feel I've come away from that evening with another lifelong friend as well. And another creative outlet--zendoodling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big event in my life since I last blogged: the birth in June '10 of my husband's 6th grandchild. She has absolutely stolen my heart! We have the privilege of watching her on weekdays while her parents are working. She's my first experience with day-to-day contact with a baby (never had kids of my own). Of course she is the most *insert positive adjective here* baby on the planet! Shehas taught me unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am back again after some awesome times. And some sad times, too, but I try not to dwell on negatives these days. Life really is too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note: pray for Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-4720090629519062678?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4720090629519062678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=4720090629519062678&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4720090629519062678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4720090629519062678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/03/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey, I&apos;m home!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-8819260422494399333</id><published>2010-09-24T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:25:50.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am . . .</title><content type='html'>do you even see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so much more than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is your fault that I don't let you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-8819260422494399333?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8819260422494399333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=8819260422494399333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8819260422494399333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8819260422494399333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-5388521884021282764</id><published>2010-05-12T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:55:01.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and prayers . . .</title><content type='html'>for blog buddy, Shannon, in her time of sadness and loss.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there, BPR. We're all here for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-5388521884021282764?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5388521884021282764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=5388521884021282764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5388521884021282764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5388521884021282764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-and-prayers.html' title='Thoughts and prayers . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-7243340351347186280</id><published>2010-04-25T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:52:30.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anybody out there?!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been AWOL. As most of you probably know, I got a full-time job working for the local census office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it does cut into my online time quite a bit, and while I &lt;em&gt;could &lt;/em&gt;talk about the census ad infinitum, I won't. (I &lt;em&gt;heard&lt;/em&gt; that sigh of relief over there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we expect the arrival of our 6th grandchild, Martine Michal, in late May/early June, our business is picking up a bit (custom cabinets, anyone?), and I am more in love with my husband than ever. Just 'cuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do read your blogs and try to comment, so don't give me up for dead! I'm out here!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-7243340351347186280?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7243340351347186280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=7243340351347186280&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7243340351347186280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7243340351347186280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-there-anybody-out-there.html' title='Is there anybody out there?!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-1095130963220136618</id><published>2010-03-04T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:57:23.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have no idea WHY, but my list of bookmarks disappeared Monday. I looked high and low (computer-wise) for them, and so did my husband (a much more patient soul than I am with technical stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bereft. I felt lost without my trusty sidebar of favorite sites, just waiting for me click on them every day and opening up my familiar stops in my online adventures. Sure, I could have thought about it and remembered url's and typed them into the address bar, but it's just not the SAME . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually avoided my computer. It felt alien. Slightly unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, o wonder of wonders, my sidebar returned!!!!! The list populated and once again I had instant access to my routine! I have been happily clicking and catching up with my cyber-friends ever since!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blame yahoo. And thank yahoo for restoring things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too attached to internet? YES!!!! And proud of it!!!! =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-1095130963220136618?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1095130963220136618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=1095130963220136618&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1095130963220136618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1095130963220136618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/relief.html' title='Relief!!!!!!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-2729191692334958085</id><published>2010-01-25T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:39:21.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/S13W76kwjwI/AAAAAAAAADw/e7RRqnZxWuY/s1600-h/Yes,+Jesus!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430733050502745858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/S13W76kwjwI/AAAAAAAAADw/e7RRqnZxWuY/s400/Yes,+Jesus!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Many thanks to Dutchie for this flat-out stealing from her blog)&lt;br /&gt;Off to Starbuck's now . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-2729191692334958085?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2729191692334958085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=2729191692334958085&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2729191692334958085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2729191692334958085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes.html' title='YES!!!!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/S13W76kwjwI/AAAAAAAAADw/e7RRqnZxWuY/s72-c/Yes,+Jesus!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-1342367898044570532</id><published>2010-01-02T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:58:05.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Resolution--to remember this:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovely, complicated wrappings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheath the gift of one-day-more;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathless, I untie the package--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never lived this day before!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gloria Gaither&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-1342367898044570532?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1342367898044570532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=1342367898044570532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1342367898044570532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1342367898044570532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-resolution-to-remember-this.html' title='My Resolution--to remember this:'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-5184999570428711923</id><published>2009-11-25T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:01:06.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thanksgiving Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gratitude unlocks the fullness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of life. It turns what we have into enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and more. It turns denial into acceptance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chaos into order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meal into a feast, a house into a home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of our past, brings peace for today, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;creates a vision for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Melody Beattie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-5184999570428711923?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5184999570428711923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=5184999570428711923&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5184999570428711923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5184999570428711923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-thought.html' title='A Thanksgiving Thought'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-7539550994575006701</id><published>2009-10-16T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:16:16.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pharming</title><content type='html'>For those of you whose blogs I read and comment on, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth the last few weeks! I've been interning--read "working for free"--to become a pharmacy technician. I'm not used to an 8-hour day on my feet any more and it really kicks my butt! By the time I get home, all I want to do is have a glass (or 3) of wine and soak in the bubble bath my husband has waiting for me every night (God bless him)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying this internship. Nat, the pharmacist, is a consummate professional; yet he's really nice, has a great sense of humor, and believes in laughing while getting the job done. His licensed techs are the same. It makes for a much more relaxed atmosphere and, I think, helps the learning process. Sure, we interns make mistakes (which are ALWAYS caught before any possible harm could happen), but it's not so intimidating because a joke is usually made and it's so much easier to learn when you don't have any personal stigma about what went wrong--you just do it right and get on with things. And hopefully get it &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; right the next time. Nobody expects us to get it ALL in one shot right away (which is a HUGE relief!). My God, it took me &lt;em&gt;two days&lt;/em&gt; to master taping a label on straight on the stupid little plastic bottles, what's up with THAT?! (but then, I've always been adhesively challenged . . . packing tape is NOT my friend, lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have about 50 hours done of my required 120. And I'm sure I'll be asking Nat if I can put in more "free" time while I'm waiting for my license and looking for a job. Several techs who haven't found jobs yet have come in to practice while I've been there. It keeps everything fresh in their minds, they help train us newbies, the scrips get filled quicker, and Nat has more people to joke around with--a win-win situation all around! Sometimes it feels like a little party, laughing and joking, but all the while, prescriptions are getting filled, people are getting what they need to feel better, and real learning is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't give up on me! I'll be commenting more soon and keeping up better, promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-7539550994575006701?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7539550994575006701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=7539550994575006701&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7539550994575006701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7539550994575006701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/pharming.html' title='Pharming'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-7406018242330570841</id><published>2009-09-19T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:49:38.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Henry Gibson</title><content type='html'>I was saddened to see the obituary for him in the LA Times on Thursday. He was awesome on Laugh In and I liked him as the judge on Boston Legal, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in his biography about his days on Laugh In. I remember actually seeing this episode and the thought of it still makes me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gibson was best known as the poet, holding a large flower and beginning his brief recitations with his signature catchphrase, "A poem, by Henry Gibson."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"He wrote all those himself," Jon Gibson (his son) said. It was a point of pride that he only read poems that he himself wrote."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;During one of his frequent guest appearances on the show, John Wayne spoofed Gibson by coming around the wall holding a flower and delivering "A poem, by John Wayne."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Roses are red, violets are green," Wayne said, "Get off your butt and join the Marines."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can you imagine being &lt;em&gt;spoofed &lt;/em&gt;by John Wayne?! How cool is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll miss ya, Henry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-7406018242330570841?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7406018242330570841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=7406018242330570841&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7406018242330570841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7406018242330570841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-henry-gibson.html' title='RIP Henry Gibson'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-3521280444122452257</id><published>2009-09-06T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:59:46.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Mom &amp; Dad</title><content type='html'>That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say that.&lt;br /&gt;They.&lt;br /&gt;Are.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I am the luckiest person in the world, and I come from the 2 best people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Alice &amp;amp; Frank.&lt;br /&gt;Or, as they are known on some mailing lists, Slice &amp;amp; Flank--which is really funny considering they both are golfers.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Susie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-3521280444122452257?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3521280444122452257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=3521280444122452257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/3521280444122452257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/3521280444122452257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-mom-dad.html' title='I love my Mom &amp; Dad'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-3801943625088285210</id><published>2009-09-04T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:19:29.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie &amp; Julia</title><content type='html'>I loved this movie.&lt;br /&gt;The books were awesome--and the movie does a good job. I laughed, I cried . . . well, who could possibly refute the talents of Meryl Streep?! And I have to say, Amy Adams has certainly impressed me lately. I've seen her in "Doubt"--also with Meryl Streep--and "Sunshine Cleaning." I like this girl! She makes all her characters believable, no matter what situation they're in. Yeah, that's a simplistic description of acting, but that's pretty much it in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this to come out on DVD--it absolutely gets a space in my collection.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen it? What's your opinion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-3801943625088285210?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3801943625088285210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=3801943625088285210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/3801943625088285210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/3801943625088285210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/julie-julia.html' title='Julie &amp; Julia'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-4072547413902112783</id><published>2009-09-04T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:22:07.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruits of My Labor (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SqFmjo99USI/AAAAAAAAADI/4FNm326__HY/s1600-h/0817091546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377692192535826722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SqFmjo99USI/AAAAAAAAADI/4FNm326__HY/s400/0817091546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The plants we put in a regular pot did REALLY well! Look at this little guy--isn't he cute?!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good way to eat tomatoes: cut them into bite-size wedges and add to a sliced avocado in a shallow dish. Sprinkle on some garlic powder, and pour balsamic vinegar over it all. Let it soak for a while, basting occasionally, then enjoy! And the seasoned vinegar is GREAT to dip bread into!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-4072547413902112783?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4072547413902112783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=4072547413902112783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4072547413902112783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4072547413902112783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/fruits-of-my-labor-part-ii.html' title='The Fruits of My Labor (Part II)'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SqFmjo99USI/AAAAAAAAADI/4FNm326__HY/s72-c/0817091546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-1702621152521452994</id><published>2009-09-04T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:21:08.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruits of My Labor (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SqFi-hVMAkI/AAAAAAAAACo/BW-mEkrtGik/s1600-h/0817091547a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377688256295731778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SqFi-hVMAkI/AAAAAAAAACo/BW-mEkrtGik/s400/0817091547a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes! We have tomatoes!&lt;br /&gt;The Topsy-Turvy ones didn't do very well. I don't think they liked being watered upside down because the excess drained on the plants. We got a few from there. We're thinking of maybe planting a flower in there next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-1702621152521452994?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1702621152521452994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=1702621152521452994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1702621152521452994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1702621152521452994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/fruits-of-my-labor-part-i.html' title='The Fruits of My Labor (Part I)'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SqFi-hVMAkI/AAAAAAAAACo/BW-mEkrtGik/s72-c/0817091547a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-180599366981622215</id><published>2009-07-27T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:20:02.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/Sm38sb-4xJI/AAAAAAAAACg/SclpoEhTVFs/s1600-h/0727090751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363220571624096914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/Sm38sb-4xJI/AAAAAAAAACg/SclpoEhTVFs/s400/0727090751.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby is growing!!!! (Scroll down a few posts to see photos of the newborn). And it has a friend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And does anybody know what that squiggly line is on the leaf there? I spray the plant weekly with veggie-bug killer and haven't&lt;em&gt; seen&lt;/em&gt; any pests, but who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-180599366981622215?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/180599366981622215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=180599366981622215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/180599366981622215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/180599366981622215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/progress-report.html' title='Progress Report'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/Sm38sb-4xJI/AAAAAAAAACg/SclpoEhTVFs/s72-c/0727090751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-1709292532880514393</id><published>2009-07-11T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:10:20.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Liked This . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;"For attractive lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Speak words of kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;For lovely eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Seek out the good in people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;For a slim figure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Share your food with the hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;For beautiful hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;For poise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Walk with the knowledge you'll never walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Audrey Hepburn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-1709292532880514393?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1709292532880514393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=1709292532880514393&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1709292532880514393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1709292532880514393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-liked-this.html' title='I Liked This . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-2852144739744030133</id><published>2009-07-06T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:50:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First One!</title><content type='html'>For our 5th wedding anniversary, Hubs got me one of those Topsy-Turvy planter things (&lt;em&gt;as seen on TV!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ta-da! My first tomato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SlJg11DK5XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QyrGFB69jSA/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355449384786650482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SlJg11DK5XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QyrGFB69jSA/s400/IMG_0638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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_5355451435502791218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SlJitMj_6jI/AAAAAAAAACY/g2Sc_b22_2g/s400/IMG_0642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for further developments . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-2852144739744030133?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2852144739744030133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=2852144739744030133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2852144739744030133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2852144739744030133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-one.html' title='My First One!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SlJg11DK5XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QyrGFB69jSA/s72-c/IMG_0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-5408483693214163588</id><published>2009-07-02T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:31:23.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zen of Painting</title><content type='html'>I never really painted much. I think I did the inside of my apartment one time, but it didn't really strike me then how mentally relaxing it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now hubs and I are painting the exterior of my stepdaughter &amp;amp; her husbands' house (they work all day and since our biz is slow, we have the time, so why not?). We paint in the mornings, before the sun hits the yardarm and blazes down on us in all its southern California intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm doing the priming of some new wood siding. Coverage is key. I feel kinda like Tom Sawyer, white-washing that fence--except I don't want to give up my brush to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my mind wandering at will, replaying the conversations I had on my morning Starbuck's run, remembering my Dad's 80th birthday party for which I flew to Ohio last week, pondering things other bloggers have mentioned and the comments made . . . how often do we get the chance to just mentally BE? Even though life is moving at a slower pace right now, it was a huge relief to not be thinking four steps ahead on things I need to get done, deadlines I should meet, etc.etc.etc. It was like my mind was taking a big deep cleansing breath and exhaling contentedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew painting could feel so good?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-5408483693214163588?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5408483693214163588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=5408483693214163588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5408483693214163588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5408483693214163588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/zen-of-painting.html' title='The Zen of Painting'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-4136193013418791828</id><published>2009-05-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:53:07.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Ya Go "Hmmmmm . . ."</title><content type='html'>When I read other blogs, I try to get into the spirit of the post. I try to comment accordingly. I'm not out to make people feel bad or to make fun of them or whatever. I'm just trying to be a part of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few bloggers have been deleting my comments lately and I really don't know why. If I've offended, I apologize. If I've horned in where I'm not wanted--again, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still check in and read these blogs, but I'll refrain from commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just don't get it. H'mmmmmmmmm . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-4136193013418791828?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4136193013418791828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=4136193013418791828&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4136193013418791828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4136193013418791828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-make-ya-go-hmmmmm.html' title='Things That Make Ya Go &quot;Hmmmmm . . .&quot;'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-419378566288867904</id><published>2009-05-17T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:04:40.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/ShCWNK-FW1I/AAAAAAAAACI/YSMXl6NP1Rg/s1600-h/blacklightputtputt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336930711461256018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/ShCWNK-FW1I/AAAAAAAAACI/YSMXl6NP1Rg/s400/blacklightputtputt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever been miniature golfing--in blacklight?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way awesome! We went a few weeks ago for a birthday. It took me right back to the late 60's &amp;amp; early 70's, when blacklights were really popular and everybody had one in their bedroom to highlight those posters with the black velvet on them; remember those?! (if not, even tho' you're younger than me, you missed some *ahem* high times!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick of blacklight golfing is, you can't tell where the darn floor is and the putter keeps hitting the carpet before it hits the ball, d'oh! I did manage to make a hole-in-one, tho--yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just do that on a REAL golf course . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-419378566288867904?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/419378566288867904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=419378566288867904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/419378566288867904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/419378566288867904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun.html' title='Fun!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/ShCWNK-FW1I/AAAAAAAAACI/YSMXl6NP1Rg/s72-c/blacklightputtputt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-7417278929024719549</id><published>2009-05-14T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:20:54.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Baby!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Did NOT have to report at ALL for jury service this week!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I do the "No Jury Time Dance" !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-7417278929024719549?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7417278929024719549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=7417278929024719549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7417278929024719549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7417278929024719549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-baby.html' title='Yeah, Baby!!!!!!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-7313856054298356720</id><published>2009-05-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:09:14.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall We Start The Bidding At . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/Sgx6CdjU3hI/AAAAAAAAACA/sdoNS2zEYBU/s1600-h/stadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335773841238318610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/Sgx6CdjU3hI/AAAAAAAAACA/sdoNS2zEYBU/s400/stadium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C'mon--you KNOW you always wanted your own stadium . . .&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/6284582269336446329-7313856054298356720?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7313856054298356720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=7313856054298356720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7313856054298356720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7313856054298356720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Shall We Start The Bidding At . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/Sgx6CdjU3hI/AAAAAAAAACA/sdoNS2zEYBU/s72-c/stadium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-7616598331861241008</id><published>2009-05-12T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:14:12.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Opinion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/Sgn-nVn6foI/AAAAAAAAABw/GIrX115jcSE/s1600-h/summons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335075185369972354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/Sgn-nVn6foI/AAAAAAAAABw/GIrX115jcSE/s320/summons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have jury duty this week. So far I haven't had to report, so that means two days down, three to go. I've felt like a kid out of school both days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are divided when it comes to jury duty. A lot of people just dread it, like going to the dentist. Others find it immensely interesting and don't mind it at all. Personally, I find the thought of passing official judgement on somebody intimidating. What I say will affect lives, possibly in a huge way. What if I'm wrong? I was summoned once before but wasn't chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel? Aside from the inconvenience, missing work or school, and having to sit around all day, how do you feel about performing jury service? Has anyone sat in a jury on an interesting case?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-7616598331861241008?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7616598331861241008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=7616598331861241008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7616598331861241008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7616598331861241008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/05/any-opinion.html' title='Any Opinion?'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/Sgn-nVn6foI/AAAAAAAAABw/GIrX115jcSE/s72-c/summons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-1054698243804765531</id><published>2009-05-09T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:53:38.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>That's it: Just . . .why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in your own why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had wine, but I know I wonder . . . why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith says believe.&lt;br /&gt;So I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-1054698243804765531?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1054698243804765531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=1054698243804765531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1054698243804765531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1054698243804765531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-2467132839576935904</id><published>2009-03-30T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:32:33.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Run, But You Can't Hide . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SdFkKCSeKvI/AAAAAAAAABo/znkYsBkbxDk/s1600-h/temptation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319142758477081330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SdFkKCSeKvI/AAAAAAAAABo/znkYsBkbxDk/s320/temptation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They WILL find you.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6284582269336446329-2467132839576935904?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2467132839576935904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=2467132839576935904&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2467132839576935904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2467132839576935904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-can-run-but-you-cant-hide.html' title='You Can Run, But You Can&apos;t Hide . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SdFkKCSeKvI/AAAAAAAAABo/znkYsBkbxDk/s72-c/temptation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-1372854897456436428</id><published>2009-03-20T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:52:27.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from bluepaintred, and a fun license plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/ScQf9GDGtWI/AAAAAAAAABg/O620UM_-hpA/s1600-h/laterdude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315408594660144482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/ScQf9GDGtWI/AAAAAAAAABg/O620UM_-hpA/s320/laterdude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this plate when I went to the bank yesterday. I love having a camera phone that takes good pictures without a lot of skill on my part. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a new meme I hadn't seen before--stolen directly from &lt;a href="http://bluepaintred.com/"&gt;bpr, one of my favorite blogs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ABC'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A - &lt;/strong&gt;Age&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; 47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B - Bed size:&lt;/strong&gt; Huge, thank God, because I'm doing the hot flash thing these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C - Chore you hate: &lt;/strong&gt;Dusting. Never liked it; never will; been known to avoid it for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D - Dad's name:&lt;/strong&gt; Frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E - Essential Start Your Day Item:&lt;/strong&gt; Caffiene, in any way, shape or form, but preferably a grande 5-pump skinny vanilla latte from 'Bux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F - Favorite Actor: &lt;/strong&gt;Love Sean Connery forever,but am now very partial to Clive Owen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G - Gold or Silver: &lt;/strong&gt;White gold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H - Height: &lt;/strong&gt;I am definitely challenged in this category, coming as I do from a family of 3 older brothers all over 6 feet tall. I'm about 5'4" and not shy about asking the nearest taller person to reach something for me in a store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I - Instrument(s) you play: (&lt;/strong&gt;I love blue's answer on this so I'm stealing that too) Keyboard. As in, on my computer. I tried to learn the harmonica but it kinda freaked out my pet birdies so I gave up(that was just me, I don't if Blue ever tried the harmonica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J - Job Title: &lt;/strong&gt;Office manager, and hopefully soon "Pharmacy Tech"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K - Kids: &lt;/strong&gt;None of my own; 5 stepkids. no, 6. the hubs qualifies in this category more often than not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L - Like: &lt;/strong&gt;Coffee. Email. 4-legged creatures. Traveling. Books. Seeing nasty people get taken down a few pegs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M - Mom's Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Alice (altho somehow on mailing lists it got changed to "Slice" which we think is hilarious because she's a golfer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N - Nickname: &lt;/strong&gt;"Jesus Christ!" (usually employed in disbelieving tones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O - Overnight Hospital Stay Other Than Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;having a cyst removed from my cheekbone when I was like, 11. I was the only patient on the children's ward who needed a bra under my pj's (I had those girls chopped down later on, woo hoo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P - Pet Peeve: &lt;/strong&gt;People who firmly believe they are ALWAYS RIGHT, ALL THE TIME, and refuse to even consider another point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q - Quote That you Like: &lt;/strong&gt;"I can't brain today; I have the dumb" --Sam, and "Trust, but verify"--Ronald Reagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R - Righty or Lefty: &lt;/strong&gt;Righty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S - Siblings: &lt;/strong&gt;3 older brothers and 2 sil's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T - Time You wake Up: &lt;/strong&gt;Which time? One of the many when I need to use the facilities, the time I wake up worrying about stuff, or the ACTUAL time I wake up to get out of bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U - Useful Tool: &lt;/strong&gt;Computer. Cell phone camera. Sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V - Vegetable That You Dislike: &lt;/strong&gt;Lima beans &amp;amp; cooked peas GAG ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W - Ways You Run Late: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm usually on time, if not early, for stuff. Except when I'm visiting in Ohio; I usually run late there because I'm having so much fun with Person A, that I run late for Person B, THEN I'm having so much fun with Person B, I run &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; late for Person C, etc. etc. etc. Thank God for the understanding of good friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X - X-rays You've Had: &lt;/strong&gt;chest, ankle (multiple times), hand, teeth, carry-on at the airport . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y - Yummy Foods You Make: &lt;/strong&gt;Turkey chili, molten chocolate cakes, cashew brittle, shrimp scampi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z - Zodiac: &lt;/strong&gt;Aries. Sometimes I wish I actually &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;those rams' horns--I would do some SERIOUS damage to some nasty people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I'll just keep an eye out for fun license plates . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-1372854897456436428?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1372854897456436428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=1372854897456436428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1372854897456436428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1372854897456436428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/03/stolen-from-bluepaintred-and-fun.html' title='Stolen from bluepaintred, and a fun license plate'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/ScQf9GDGtWI/AAAAAAAAABg/O620UM_-hpA/s72-c/laterdude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-5381721220017181127</id><published>2009-03-09T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:37:30.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard Stuff</title><content type='html'>The LA Times puts out a magazine occasionally in the Sunday paper. Mostly it's full of high fashion crap and ads for expensive bling for bodies and houses.&lt;br /&gt;They do have one column that's fun, however. It's called "Overheard" and they encourage people in the LA area to email things in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I just had my wisdom teeth pulled--now I don't know which teeth to turn to for advice." - Twentysomething on his cell at a medical plaza in Century City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; pro-knife." - Two women discussing their noses at Whole Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm almost forty. Maybe it's time to self-publish." - Customer to the cashier at Starbuck's in Little Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Enjoy the movie, kids--that was your college money." - A fortysomething dad paying for a family of six at the AMC Century City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Where was Hitler's mother?" - Ten-year-old watching the History Channel with his parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"No nonsmoking section? I need a minute to meditate." - Frantic woman on the patio at an Art LA opening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm looking for one that will appeal to a jury." - Older man shopping for a tie at Kohl's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Wait, are we talking about Nietzsche or the Oscars?" - College students in a late-night discussion at Jerry's Deli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; the status symbol of the 21st century--a job." - Reply to, "You went from a Beemer to a Saturn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-5381721220017181127?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5381721220017181127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=5381721220017181127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5381721220017181127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5381721220017181127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/03/overheard-stuff.html' title='Overheard Stuff'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-1152430793811988399</id><published>2009-03-02T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:34:53.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF????!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that insurance companies persist in being such total dictators? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved our business. The building we were in was about 7 miles away, in an industrial area that experienced some crime (e.g. gas stolen from delivery trucks, OUR truck was stolen and later found abandoned behind another building down the street--of course it was a total loss) and we did NOT have any electronic alarms on the premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our business is at home, in a quiet residential neighborhood that hasn't had any crime in the 6 years I've been here, our neighbor to the north is a CHURCH, and we have an electronic alarm system AND motion detector activated lighting all around the perimeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY, then, does the insurance company want to TRIPLE our rate for business insurance?! They SAY it's because we moved to "a different area." It's not like we moved to WATTS, for Pete's sake! And since everything is IN the house or garage, homeowner's would cover anything lost, damaged, or stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this is yet ANOTHER example of the small businessman getting royally SCREWED by the SAME companies that allow people to rebuild their houses next to rivers that flood every year, and allow yet MORE tin can trailers to be parked in the paths of hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-1152430793811988399?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1152430793811988399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=1152430793811988399&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1152430793811988399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/1152430793811988399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf.html' title='WTF????!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-8723806953600893904</id><published>2009-02-05T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:24:43.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SYtr0hVa8ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/ug3CdVtIrB8/s1600-h/Bernice+Irene+Fifer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299447936577106322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SYtr0hVa8ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/ug3CdVtIrB8/s320/Bernice+Irene+Fifer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A joyful heart is like a sunshine of God's love, the hope of eternal happiness, a burning flame of God . . . And if we pray, we will become that sunshine of God's love--in our own home, the place where we live, and in the world at large."--Mother Theresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my friend, Bernice Fifer. She and I worked at the same flower shop in Ohio. She was a floral designer from way back--by the time she'd come to our shop, she'd already retired from another, and worked with us and another florist part-time. She was born in Hamilton, Ontario, and was in a water ballet troupe while in her teens. She learned to drive on the backroads of rural Ohio--her husband, Darl, lay across the hood of their big old 40's sedan on his stomach, shotgun at the ready, for when the noise of the car would scare pheasants, rabbits, or wild turkeys out of the underbrush. She had a wicked sense of humor and kept us all laughing, even on those long exhausting days and nights at the shop right before Christmas or Valentine's Day. Her faith helped her survive cancer. She eventually had to stop working to take care of her beloved Darl full-time. I feel bad that I don't know when he passed away. She and I lost touch after I moved across the country. I just happened to look at the Akron paper online the other day, and saw her obituary (it became a habit, working for a florist, to check the obits every day; funerals would keep us afloat during the lean times).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How I wish I could have gone back for her calling hours, to talk to her children and let them know what she meant to me and how much she taught me about everything. I would have been one among many, this I know. I pray the others brought them comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's raining in LA right now, but I know that when the sun comes back out, Bernice is going to be right there, shining down on us all, because I know she has always been the sunshine of God's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-8723806953600893904?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8723806953600893904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=8723806953600893904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8723806953600893904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8723806953600893904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-you-already.html' title='I Miss You Already'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SYtr0hVa8ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/ug3CdVtIrB8/s72-c/Bernice+Irene+Fifer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-4595387644403632676</id><published>2009-02-05T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:33:10.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonders of Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SYtWAmQZEZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B07TsewDKyo/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299423954800808338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SYtWAmQZEZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B07TsewDKyo/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubs decided we &lt;em&gt;needed &lt;/em&gt;to spend SuperBowl Weekend in Las Vegas (never mind that he decided this while ripped on wine--my computer was on and I had reservations at The Sahara in approximately 8 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;It's about a 4-1/2 hour drive from LA, just a nice little jaunt across the desert, which is gorgeous in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed from Friday to Monday and had a &lt;em&gt;great &lt;/em&gt;time! Surprisingly, we only gambled a few times, playing video poker. We came out about $150 ahead, all told. And won on the game--again, a BIG surprise, given the way the Steelers played like some peewee league team who'd never seen a football before. Back to rooting for The Browns next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the trip was spent wandering through the hotels and casinos,&lt;br /&gt;window-shopping, people-watching, and eating at favorite restaurants. The picture is of one of the items for sale in The Dale Chihuly shop in Bellagio. The man is a wonder. Many of the fixed displays at Bellagio are works of his--the ceiling in the check-in area, sculptures throughout the hotel and in the several bars and restaurants of the property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite place was The FAO Schwartz Toy Store in The Forum Shops at Caesar's. They sell arcade games on the 3rd floor--you can buy tokens and try them out before purchasing (in case you have a house big enough, and an extra $30,000 burning a hole in your pocket). It was more of a ride than a game--you recline on benches and hold on, because the benches move in tandem with the scene on the screen--going down the first hill of a roller coaster, soaring out over the Grand Canyon, landing on a dirt road and roaring around a sharp curve, etc.). Lots of fun and action for a mere $2! People were looking askance at us when we finished our ride--were we &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;yelling THAT loud?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-4595387644403632676?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4595387644403632676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=4595387644403632676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4595387644403632676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4595387644403632676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonders-of-vegas.html' title='The Wonders of Vegas'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SYtWAmQZEZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/B07TsewDKyo/s72-c/IMG_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-4753051105796871855</id><published>2009-01-21T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:54:11.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really love my sister-in-law, M. She's smart, funny, down-to-earth, and we hit it off the first time we spoke on the phone. She has this little southern drawl going on (she, like Hubs, was born and raised in South Carolina) and of course has some great sayings. This is my favorite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"He's about as screwed up as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a harelipped hillbilly in a whistling contest!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So how's about it? What things like that have YOU heard that just cracked you up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-4753051105796871855?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4753051105796871855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=4753051105796871855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4753051105796871855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4753051105796871855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-fun.html' title='Something fun!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-8617477625035024875</id><published>2009-01-18T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:17:55.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ohio Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SXO_XUzwxJI/AAAAAAAAABA/AxoqRLzqevc/s1600-h/Crap01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292784394534175890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SXO_XUzwxJI/AAAAAAAAABA/AxoqRLzqevc/s320/Crap01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, yeah, the driving was interesting last week during my visit home. And it was C.O.L.D. But I've been going back to visit for 5 years now, twice a year, and this is the worst I've run into. Anybody who lives in the northeast will tell you that's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to visit as many people as I wanted to, as I said &lt;a href="http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-plans-god-laughs.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry about that; I did try! My last evening there was supposed to be spent visiting at my brother J's house, with his wife, 4 kids and my 2-year-old great-nephew. Got halfway there and the road was completely covered--the snow plow passed me heading the other way, and it was STILL covered where he'd just scraped. It was coming down thick and getting dark outside. So I pulled into the parking lot of St. Joe Church and made the calls to cancel. Suckage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had yet another cozy evening with L&amp;amp;J--it's a good thing we all genuinely like each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to see K, whom I met at the flower shop where we worked (we were both drivers). She works for another florist now--he's amazing. He does those weddings where people spend tens of thousands of dollars on the flowers alone. He also does football hall of fame induction parties (e.g. Troy Aikman's), decorates homes for Christmas, he has a wedding gig coming up in Puerto Rico, you get the idea. Very nice guy, very talented and very worth his fee. K, L &amp;amp; I had lunch at VegiTerranean in Akron, Chrissie Hynde's restaurant. The food was great and reasonably priced for the venue. I had an awesome portobello wrap with orzo salad. The conversation flowed and we ended up sitting and chatting for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got together with friends for dinner at Ray's Place in Kent (the very place &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/homeward-bound.html"&gt;Hubs insulted earlier,&lt;/a&gt; hahaha!). Another great time! Saw a few people I hadn't seen since I moved so that was definitely bonus. And Gertie's chili still rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Ohio on Thursday. Dad drove me to the airport and all went smoothly . . . until our plane was late coming in. The American Airlines people did their best, no fault there, as far as I'm concerned. They did a quick turn-around once the plane did get there, and it was a full flight--which meant that about 30 business people who tried to carry on their bulging briefcases and overstuffed overnight bags had to valet-check them on the jetway. Bummer for them--and the rest of us, because THAT took another 10-15 minutes before we could finally take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed in Chicago and I had about 10 minutes before my connection to LA would start boarding. Everyone was on tenterhooks, worrying about making their flights. Too bad! As the pilot informed us, "We've been directed to standby until a gate opens up for us. We'll be sitting here about 20 minutes. Sorry, folks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A groan swept through the cabin and cellphones were deployed. I called Hubs to let him know I probably wouldn't make the flight and we hoped his sister from Detroit--whom I had arranged to meet up with in Chicago so we could fly into LA together--wouldn't freak out if I wasn't there. He told me about the plane landing in the Hudson River and we decided that God was needed elsewhere, so possibly missing my connection wouldn't be such a tragedy after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got to the gate and deplaned--it was COLD! in that jetway--I checked the departure boards and zeroed in one the big red letters for Flt. 557: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINAL BOARDING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom actually &lt;em&gt;run.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approached the gate, the door started to close. I called out, "Don't shut that door!" but it probably sounded more like, "*pant* Don' *gasp* shuuu *wheeze* th- *cough* doorrrrrr! *puff*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTORY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I collapsed into my seat, huffing and puffing and getting hugged by M (Hub's sister), to the applause of nearby passengers. Well, I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;they were applauding me, but maybe they were reacting to the announcement of the flight attendant:"Ladies and gentlemen, it is minus 21 degrees here in Chicago, and in LA, where we are heading, it is 68 degrees--that's about 80 degrees warmer. Prepare for take-off!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-8617477625035024875?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8617477625035024875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=8617477625035024875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8617477625035024875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8617477625035024875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohio-report.html' title='The Ohio Report'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SXO_XUzwxJI/AAAAAAAAABA/AxoqRLzqevc/s72-c/Crap01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-7893590774874655301</id><published>2009-01-18T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:43:30.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timely Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"None of us knows what&lt;br /&gt;the next change is going to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what unexpected opportunity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is just around the corner, waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to change all the tenor of our lives."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathleen Norris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can think of different contexts for this--my personal life, my professional life, the coming inauguration that will certainly affect us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't vote for Obama, but I hope and pray he is what this country and this world needs to bring us back from this downslide.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's also the theory/belief that he's the anti-christ, as read about in the Bible. Very scary in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whichever way it goes, it's in God's hands. I'm keeping the faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-7893590774874655301?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7893590774874655301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=7893590774874655301&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7893590774874655301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/7893590774874655301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/timely-words.html' title='Timely Words'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-2187857525644629916</id><published>2009-01-13T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:30:15.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man plans, God laughs</title><content type='html'>So here I am in Ohio--lovely state! Really. Snow swept vistas as far as the eye can see--and this includes the ROADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flights in went without a hitch--got into and out of Chicago before the delays kicked in, L&amp;amp;J met me at baggage pick-up in Cleveland with smiles and HUGE hugs as usual. We stopped at WalMart on the way home to pick up some pictures of L in her elf costume--curly shoes and all!--that she wore for her choir's show. I fell down in the MAIN aisle of WalMart (don't ask--all I can say is--sometimes it's GOOD to be from out of town). Had a nice day Friday with Mom &amp;amp; Dad. Who KNEW Manwich made such great sloppy joe's?! This will definitely be served at my house from now on. Mom gave me a band-aid for the owie on my knee from the WalMart incident. Yeah, I'm home *sigh* of contentment . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday--snowed IN. Drove the 15 minutes to brother Mike's house and that was it. Didn't want to risk putting Dad's car in the ditch (flashing back to high school), so L&amp;amp;J and I put together an entire puzzle and had a very cozy day. Sunday was better--L &amp;amp; I actually made it up to the (as it evolved) Girls' Afternoon of Wine and (this time) L2's (I have 2 friends named the same L name) Texas Chili, Veg Soup, Cornbread, GA's salad and L's homemade cinnamon rolls--YUM!&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, now I'm trying to work 6 day's visiting into 3 days--sorry, can't see everyone I'd hoped this time. Oh, and THEN there was the episode with MOM'S car--but that's a later post--don't worry; no ditches involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say this visit has managed to pretty much go cattywampus on me, so I'm just going with the flow and still having a really good time. Family and friends RAWK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be a high of 8 degrees on Thursday, not counting the windchill factor. I love my peeps but I don't care if I have to de-ice that plane with a hair dryer, I WILL get back to sunny Southern California. ;0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-2187857525644629916?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2187857525644629916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=2187857525644629916&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2187857525644629916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2187857525644629916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-plans-god-laughs.html' title='Man plans, God laughs'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-8130382184610037290</id><published>2009-01-07T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:55:47.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeward Bound</title><content type='html'>I'm flying back to Ohio tomorrow for a week, to visit with family and friends. I go twice a year. I always look forward to these visits! When I moved 2500 miles away, I didn't realize how much I would miss my people, and how much I'd come to rely on their support and familiarity. Sometimes I think one of the reasons God brought me here was to open my eyes and heart to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs went back with me once or twice at the beginning of our marriage, but hasn't been since. He tells me it's because he knows I have a better time without him--which is true. It wasn't all about him there, so he got irritable quickly and made the week uncomfortable for everybody. He managed to alienate nearly all of my friends with crass observations and unfavorable comparisons--when I was absent. It was a good 2 years before I was told that on his first visit, while I was in the restroom, he looked around one of our favorite local hangouts and remarked, "My R (daughter) wouldn't even walk IN this place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we ALL have a better time without him! And we all know it's his loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay with my best friends, L&amp;amp;J. My first full day back is always spent with Mom &amp;amp; Dad. We catch up on stuff, show each other pictures, etc, and usually head up to the local little diner/pizza shop for lunch. It's a typical small-town hangout, with the other regulars who come in every day for breakfast, lunch, dinner, coffee, gossip, world problem-solving, a friendly word, or heated debate over chili and (sometimes) crackers or creamers tossed at each other. The waitresses are local girls (3 nieces now have worked there--1 still does while she gets her teaching degree, and one who already teaches fills in sometimes in the kitchen on weekends or over Christmas break). The waitresses give as good as they get and laughter is always on the menu! If someone doesn't show up for a day or two, people check up on them and make sure they're okay. It's probaby saved a life once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week is spent meeting people for lunch or dinner, visiting my brothers and their families, stopping by the flower shop where I worked for 15 years before moving here, and catching up on everyone's news--births, deaths, who's moving where, who went where for vacation, who married, who got divorced, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet up with friends from high school for a couple beers and chit chat about the people we graduated with, some scattered far (like me) and some raising their own kids in the houses THEY were raised in, keeping our small town alive, well and growing, and a good place to come back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night is "Girls Night Out" with L and 2 other ladies. I'm proud to say I brought this group of friends together! We drink wine, eat pizza, and I bask in the much-needed atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends rejuvenate me and remind me of who I am and where I came from, and how proud I am of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ohio winter reminds me why I like living in California!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-8130382184610037290?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8130382184610037290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=8130382184610037290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8130382184610037290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/8130382184610037290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/homeward-bound.html' title='Homeward Bound'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-4225212791977197759</id><published>2009-01-06T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:24:56.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All In The Same Boat</title><content type='html'>Today another friend got laid off from her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me that I've been basically "laid off" for weeks now; our family-owned and run business has been at next to nothing since about October. We closed down part of it, sold off that equipment and returned unused materials to the supplier for a refund--minus their 25% "restocking fee." This happened, mind you, in OCTOBER and we're just NOW scheduled to receive the check from them. Can you say, "Drag your feet" ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, we've cut down the spending. I ended my gym membership (which I admit I didn't use much), started finding less expensive alternatives for our vitamins and health &amp;amp; beauty products, and find myself shopping for groceries first at Trader Joe's (cheapest), then WalMart (less cheap), Target (mid-line) and THEN the regular grocery store. Lots more store branded products are in my cupboards these days, and I'm pleased that the quality is just as good. Although I knew that when I lived by myself, I kinda forgot when I married &amp;amp; moved in with my husband, who always liked to buy "the best." He didn't mind if I bought the name brand, so why not?! It was a luxury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else have a Sam's Club membership? Or Costco? We're Sam's people--the price of the membership is more than covered by what we save annually at their gas pumps alone. I also get milk there for $2.40/gallon--it hovers at $4/gallon in the grocery. Even clothes--I found Nine West jeans (the same people who bring us cute shoes &amp;amp; handbags!) there that actually FIT for $15 a pair--and they're trendy and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ways have you found to cut corners or costs and been pleasantly surprised by the results?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-4225212791977197759?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4225212791977197759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=4225212791977197759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4225212791977197759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4225212791977197759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-all-in-same-boat.html' title='We&apos;re All In The Same Boat'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-5344777505726325630</id><published>2009-01-05T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:07:05.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SWJlyI1JsZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eblqSUypjMY/s1600-h/0104091726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287900824524665234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SWJlyI1JsZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eblqSUypjMY/s320/0104091726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I didn't get up and walk yesterday (Sunday)--got distracted by hubs *wink wink* so that was okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later we picked up R&amp;amp;J (sd &amp;amp; sil) and drove to Sherman Oaks to see Gran Torino, the new Clint Eastwood movie. It's good--vintage Clint, with the raspy voice and menacing glare, and worth the price of a ticket. We hear he may be hanging up his "starring role" hat after this film. We had dinner at The Cheesecake Factory--their fish tacos are awesome--and of course dessert--hubs &amp;amp; I shared a piece of Key Lime cheesecake and R&amp;amp;J shared the Tuxedo cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Galleria still had their Christmas decorations up so I snapped a few shots with my phone cam. It was like, the last blast of Christmas. Blow out the candles, Jesus, and let's get this New Year rockin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, today's walk was great! That hill wasn't such a killer this time, woo hoo!&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/6284582269336446329-5344777505726325630?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5344777505726325630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=5344777505726325630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5344777505726325630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/5344777505726325630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-blast.html' title='The Last Blast'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XfRcsq_7iyw/SWJlyI1JsZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eblqSUypjMY/s72-c/0104091726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-2597075771248719265</id><published>2009-01-03T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:45:56.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin' good!</title><content type='html'>I've gotten up 2--count 'em, TWO!--mornings in a row and fulfilled Res #1 to walk around the block! Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes me about 35 minutes--"the block" is actually 1.3 miles with a looong uphill climb included about halfway. Not steep, but definitely an upward slope,the top of which is a pinpoint from the bottom (this hill is a notorious speedtrap--and today I did see someone going down the hill get pulled over).  And the last bit, coming up the street to our house at the top of the cul de sac, is known as "Suicide Hill" amongst the bike-riding set, if that tells you anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also carry 1.5 lb. handweights and pump my arms in an effort to firm up those wings hanging off where triceps are supposedly located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is to make myself keep walking PAST our Starbuck's on the corner. I won't allow myself to carry money or my 'Buck's card because I know the temptation would win every time. And since I get right out of bed and get going, I REALLY wouldn't want to go in 'Buck's with bedhead and unbrushed teeth. Bleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-2597075771248719265?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2597075771248719265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=2597075771248719265&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2597075771248719265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/2597075771248719265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/doin-good.html' title='Doin&apos; good!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-4957910642842714086</id><published>2009-01-02T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:00:15.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late but no less pithy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fav cuz (shout out to Juls!) sent me a collection of page-a-day inspirational quotes by women. This was for Jan. 1 and I had to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I said to a man who stood at the gate of the year, "Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown." And he replied, "Go out into the darkness and put your hand in the hand of God. That shall be to you better than a light and safer than a known way."--M. Louise Haskins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think about it. It gave ME pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-4957910642842714086?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4957910642842714086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=4957910642842714086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4957910642842714086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4957910642842714086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-late-but-no-less-pithy.html' title='A day late but no less pithy!'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-4015882727217058090</id><published>2009-01-01T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:43:53.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stopped by &lt;a href="http://blondefabulocity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blondefabulocity&lt;/a&gt; on my way here and liked the discription of her first day of 2009--so, I'm stealing her idea and this was MY day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't start Resolution #1 (walk around the block--1.3 miles--every morning)because hubs &amp;amp; I slept in. Oh well, I'll start tomorrow--because of Res #2: don't beat myself up if I don't walk EVERY day. If I don't love me, who will?!&lt;br /&gt;Did the morning run to Starbuck's alone since hubs was working on a house project and wanted to jump right in (because of oversleeping). Got the latte and the drip w/ice, exchanged HNY's with other regulars and of course the wonderful people who make the coffee, came home, and got this blog set up. THAT took me into early afternoon ( I SAID I was new at this!).&lt;br /&gt;Got most of Christmas put away and let hubs finish that because GOD FORBID anything happens to the artificial prelit tree while I'm packing it away. Let HIM do it.&lt;br /&gt;Went to stepdaughter's &amp;amp; her husband's house for dinner and to play Seinfeld Scene-It, which they got us for Christmas. GREAT game, has anyone played it? R (stepd) won the first game and much to my surprise I won the second. J (stepd's hubs) made fantastic turkey soup and home made pot stickers--this guy can COOK! So can R, but this was J's night in the kitchen. Their wonderdog, Zoe, lavished us with her attention throughout the evening, which all you doglovers KNOW is aces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody have anything they want to change this year? Not necessarily resolutions, but things you think will make your life and the lives around you better? I figure that by living a healthier life, I'll feel better and be a nicer person to be around (and maybe fit into some clothes that are too tight these days). Nothing too drastic--just common sense things like eating better and less, and exercising more. Something I can make a HABIT--like flossing. I was awful about flossing before--until the hygenist did a "deep clean"--now I floss EVERY NIGHT--if you've ever had a "deep clean" you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other goals &amp;amp; plans too but that's enough for one post--I don't want to chase you off with too much yada yada yada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-4015882727217058090?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4015882727217058090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=4015882727217058090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4015882727217058090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/4015882727217058090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-stopped-by-blondefabulosity-on-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6284582269336446329.post-3470761227576274314</id><published>2009-01-01T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:15:43.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus it begins . . .</title><content type='html'>Welcome to PhinzStuff!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'll be writing about, but I hope I can be as entertaining, deep, and/or encouraging as some other bloggers I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm the voice of reason or really the voice of anything, except the voice of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm new at this whole thing, and certainly not a computer genius, so bear with me as I learn about tags, communities, links, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6284582269336446329-3470761227576274314?l=phinzstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3470761227576274314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6284582269336446329&amp;postID=3470761227576274314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/3470761227576274314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6284582269336446329/posts/default/3470761227576274314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phinzstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/thus-it-begins.html' title='Thus it begins . . .'/><author><name>phinz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956107139601484651</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/_XfRcsq_7iyw/STynbP0yVPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JKRvj7ZFCE0/S220/Rome+Feb+14,2008+055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
