<?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-21165444</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:39:25.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ItsMeCissy</title><subtitle type='html'>"I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life." --Eleanor Roosevelt</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-7340677739358720836</id><published>2012-01-01T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:21:03.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Didn't make it to midnight, rarely do. Looking forward to a new year of getting healthier (explanation coming), spending more time with family, and getting rid of "stuff," physically as well as mentally. Going to watch my 49ers win this morning and go on to the playoffs, maybe even the Superbowl. Then watching my adopted Oregon Ducks win the Rose Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we have another wonderful addition to the family due in March, a long awaited Wedding in April, Mr. itsme's retirement party in January (my own possibly in December). I'm expecting lots of changes -the good kind- this year also. Life is so short, I'm determined to make this the best year EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp; blessings to you and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-7340677739358720836?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7340677739358720836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=7340677739358720836&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7340677739358720836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7340677739358720836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-9168071299409548277</id><published>2011-11-23T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:39:24.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a day early but I've got 4 pies to bake this afternoon - 2 pumpkin, 2 apple. Made my cranberry sauce last night and all the cookies "the kids" expect when they arrive. I've got my lemon bundt cake (and vanilla ice cream) at the ready too. Thanksgiving is all about the desserts for me since I'm a baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to "do it all" this year but decided to let family help out. Why make myself crazy? Husband will do his famous deep-fried turkey (no, it's not greasy); my youngest brother &amp; his better half will bring salad; niece &amp; nephew-in-law from Oregon are making the sweet potatoes and bringing our NEW BABY to his first Thanksgiving feast; other niece &amp; fiancée are making Guy Fieri's garlic mashed potatoes; ex-SIL &amp; husband are bringing the appetizers (yes, we are a civilized bunch). I will complete the menu with my legendary sauteed brussels sprouts, turkey gravy and Mom's apple-sage dressing. Some cousins and dear friends will join us around our table again this year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for all the blessings, expected and unexpected, our family has received this year. I'm thankful we can gather together and enjoy one another's company - and like it. No matter what life throws our way, we will always have each other, and no one and no thing can ever take that away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my blog friends as well, although we will probably never meet, you are an important piece of the puzzle that is my life. I wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and hope you are able to spend it with people who mean the most to you. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-9168071299409548277?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/9168071299409548277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=9168071299409548277&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/9168071299409548277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/9168071299409548277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-872778346462011439</id><published>2011-10-28T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:30:11.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Uncle Gilbert</title><content type='html'>Received the news last night that Uncle Gilbert passed away. He was cremated and his ashes will be interned in a Veteran's cemetery in the Central Valley (CA). A memorial service to be held soon. Here's my April 2011 post about his illness:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Impending death is not an easy event to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. itsme’s Uncle Gilbert was told by his Doctors to go home, put your affairs in order and enjoy whatever time is left. He’s stopped all treatments like chemo and has stopped taking all medications (relating to cancer) too. Uncle Gilbert is very aware that his declining health is leading him towards death. He faces this fact every second of his life now starting with the moment he found out his cancer was terminal, but his positive attitude and childlike gratitude is an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are 7 brothers and sisters, the family decided to have a luncheon at a local restaurant. With one or two exceptions, every family member was in attendance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got the invitation I felt a little uncomfortable by the whole thing. Would it be awkward? Would it be maudlin? What do you say when you arrive “You look good for an almost dead guy." And what do you say when it’s time to leave “Take care, see you &lt;b&gt;soon&lt;/b&gt;?” And to the other relatives “See you at the funeral.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that the most important thing I came away with was to make Uncle Gilbert’s passing as peaceful and happy as possible. It is up to us, the family, to be his net of support. Too many times I’ve seen family members overwhelmed with their own grief and instead of providing a joyful atmosphere, they generate an atmosphere of gloom and depression. The luncheon and gathering to talk and reminisce about all the things the family loved and would always remember about Uncle Gilbert was an excellent activity, for him and for us. Lots of pictures were taken, old stories told, and yes, a few tears were shed. A few beers were cracked also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious and fleeting, enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-872778346462011439?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/872778346462011439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=872778346462011439&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/872778346462011439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/872778346462011439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/10/rip-uncle-gilbert.html' title='R.I.P. Uncle Gilbert'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4097746690058232420</id><published>2011-10-13T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:59:02.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Occupy Wall Street"</title><content type='html'>Something amazing happened on September 17, 2011, one thousand people began a march through the streets of New York City to protest social and political inequality and corporate greed. Participants of all ages, all races, all religions, all political persuasions, united in the belief that the middle class is being screwed. This march, now called “Occupy Wall Street,” has spread like a wild fire all over the US and now, even to the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear, whether you agree with these folks or not, “Wall Street” (investment bankers, millionaires &amp; billionaires) keep getting richer and richer, while “Main Street” (teachers, the struggling middle class &amp; average Joes) are getting poorer and poorer. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that bankers and hedge fund managers should be held responsible for &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; the ills of the world; it’s that Wall Street has become emblematic of an entire economic and political system that no longer seems to have the best interests of most Americans at heart. While Wall Street was bailed out of a crisis created by their own greed, Main Street was, and still is, suffering and no one is offering us a bail out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think the “Occupy Wall Street” folks have figured out is that there is no voice in current American politics for the average person, the so-called “99%” of us who make huge economic contributions to this nation and who deserve better treatment. Many of our so-called political leaders say the protesters are not politically cohesive and have no specific set of demands or changes to accomplish (and this may seem true at the moment) but it's ridiculous to say they don't stand for anything. Only proves to me that they still aren't listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire that the “Occupy Wall Street” protesters have the courage to make transforming our country their #1 obligation. As long as we put survival first rather than patriotism, the moneyed power elite have control over us. George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, James Monroe, John Hancock and Paul Revere all knew this. This is what will change the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4097746690058232420?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4097746690058232420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4097746690058232420&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4097746690058232420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4097746690058232420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-amazing-happened-on-september.html' title='&quot;Occupy Wall Street&quot;'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2041739841636205687</id><published>2011-10-12T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:03:09.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California's New "Dream Act" Law</title><content type='html'>While I believe that everyone deserves equal opportunity, I must disagree with this law. How are we funding education for illegal immigrants while we cut funding for public education for grades K-12 (the UC and the CSU too)? Our schools are ranked 30th in the nation and 43rd in per-student  spending. It has become increasingly difficult for legal residents of California to get financial aid for college, so how can Governor Brown justify spending money that the state &lt;b&gt;supposedly doesn't have &lt;/b&gt;on financial aid for illegal immigrants? The educational goals of legal citizens are being compromised in order to serve the interests of illegal residents of California, not to mention that a legal citizen from out-of-state gets to pay more in tuition then an illegal resident. (Isn’t that nice?) It is an injustice that will continue to set back many innocent, struggling legal students in California by making it even harder to receive financial aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under current law, illegal immigrant students who have graduated from a California high school and can prove they're on the path to legalize their immigration status can pay resident tuition rates. This new law, which goes into effect January 2013, will allow illegal students to apply for state aid. Seems to me that this not only undermines current immigration laws but may actually encourage more illegal immigration by granting access to state resources reserved for legal residents, as well as creating an entitlement program for the thousands of illegals looking for a way to stay in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;rarely agree &lt;/b&gt;with the Republicans on any issue but why am I beginning to believe that maybe California isn’t so broke after all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2041739841636205687?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2041739841636205687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2041739841636205687&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2041739841636205687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2041739841636205687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/10/californias-new-dream-act-law.html' title='California&apos;s New &quot;Dream Act&quot; Law'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-6107493078283299437</id><published>2011-10-10T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:03:07.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>I told you I'd be back!!! Thanks for leaving the light on . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr itsme and I left Saturday, September 17th, in a rented car for Petersburg, Illinois. We were going to meet up with my newly-found half-brother and his wife at the home of his oldest son, my nephew (who newly-found me on Anchestry.com.) his wife and two darling little girls. We drove through Nevada, Utah (spent our first night in Salt Lake City), Wyoming, Nebraska (spent our second night in Lincoln), the very tip of Kansas, Missouri and then into Illinois. Even though each state we drove through had it's own unique character and beauty, I surely know why they are called "the flyover States." We arrived at my nephew's place just in time for dinner: BBQ steaks! We did bring a case of California wine with us so we knew we'd be welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that week we went to Lincoln's New Salem State Historic Site, a  reconstruction of the village where Abraham Lincoln spent his early adulthood. Residents of Springfield are B-I-G on Abraham Lincoln. We also went to the Lincoln Presidential Library &amp; Museum in downtown Springfield. We got our pictures taken with the entire Lincoln family (wax), it was awesome. Also that day we got our first taste of genuine Chicago-style hot dogs: like a salad on a bun. The only thing missing was the neon green relish I was expecting. It's "against the law" to put ketchup on your hot dog in Illinois, so watch yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day we went wine tasting at Hill Prairie Winery not far from my nephew's place. The winery is surrounded by restored native Illinois prairie grasses that have been around since the time of the settlers and the advent of the steel plow. They boast over 15 wines, mainly on the sweeter side, but the winery also is a year-round host of Mystery Theaters, a huge calendar of live music entertaiment weekends and festivals. We had a great time and came away with a case of wine to take home. That day the food experience was a "horseshoe." My arteries started hardening just reading the menu - I decided on the Italish beef - but my brother had a ground beef "horseshoe" and my nephew had a buffalo chicken "horseshoe" . . . go here to read about the food and restuarant &lt;a href="http://boarsnestbarandgrill.com/lunch-din.html"&gt;"horseshoes"&lt;/a&gt; Quite an experience. Adam Richmond "Man vs Food" has been here I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew's "place" is over 12 acres in the middle of nowhere and we spent lots of time on the porch in rocking chairs star-gazing - it's amazing how many stars us city dwellers can't see because we're surrounded by all those city distractions. A great time was had by all, getting to know each other a little more and making plans for future visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our trip home we stopped at the Bonneville Salt Flats (I stood ankle deep in salt) and watched the sunrise over the Great Salt Lake. Because we had to make the trip short, we took notes on where to go when we come back through with our travel trailer, which hopefully will be sooner than later. It was a quick trip but being able to spend time with family was worth every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-6107493078283299437?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6107493078283299437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=6107493078283299437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6107493078283299437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6107493078283299437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-road-trip.html' title='What a Road Trip!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8781155872515657297</id><published>2011-09-16T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:15:53.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on Hiatus Too</title><content type='html'>Like our hiating friend bob, except without the hernia &amp; truss (whatever THAT was about). Seriously, I'll be back on Monday, September 26th with stories of our road trip to Petersburg, Illinois. Now that I finally know how to post pictures (!), I'll have some to share then also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the 26th, leave the light on for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8781155872515657297?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8781155872515657297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8781155872515657297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8781155872515657297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8781155872515657297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-on-hiatus-too.html' title='Going on Hiatus Too'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4169838608697102813</id><published>2011-09-16T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:10:51.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the New Generation</title><content type='html'>Finally got to meet the newest member of our family last night, Dylan Michael (5 weeks). Had a big family gathering at the new Grandma &amp; Grandpa's house, it was like Christmas and he was the "star." Words cannot explain how awesome it is to see our family's younger generation continuing family traditions in their own way.                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CT1gEV4ZKiY/TnNr9uqKycI/AAAAAAAAACo/BDGioICqm1U/s1600/307772_1540449689129_1771551988_815199_1262130937_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CT1gEV4ZKiY/TnNr9uqKycI/AAAAAAAAACo/BDGioICqm1U/s320/307772_1540449689129_1771551988_815199_1262130937_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He may have been born in Oregon but he's a "California Dude" through and through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TpNI1f-zDUU/TnNtoBIdCqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IY1YRQDHikc/s1600/319219_1551440203885_1771551988_822693_871350483_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TpNI1f-zDUU/TnNtoBIdCqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IY1YRQDHikc/s320/319219_1551440203885_1771551988_822693_871350483_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Showing Great Auntie itsme how to do it - notice he's holding the bottle - it doesn't get any better than this. We are blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4169838608697102813?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4169838608697102813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4169838608697102813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4169838608697102813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4169838608697102813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/09/met-new-generation.html' title='Meet the New Generation'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CT1gEV4ZKiY/TnNr9uqKycI/AAAAAAAAACo/BDGioICqm1U/s72-c/307772_1540449689129_1771551988_815199_1262130937_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1547532775568466271</id><published>2011-08-08T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:08:10.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childbirth via Facebook</title><content type='html'>We received an awesome addition to our family this afternoon, after 12 hours of labor, Dylan Michael came into the world today at 1:30pm. He weighed in at 8lbs 12oz and is 20.5 inches long. The fact that he's perfect and gorgeous is not the reason for my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan was the reason I joined the "Dark Side" (Facebook) last April. Now I know I said I'd never do it but how can anyone keep up with family scattered all over the country without having Facebook? I still hate the artificiality of it but keeping in touch with the Younger Generation, who only text, tweet and "share their status" online can be daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2am this morning I've been getting fast and furious texts and reading posts on Facebook: my niece's water broke, we're on our way to the hopital, dilated 3cm, now 9.5cm, this is it, she's getting the epidural, they can feel the head, we're going to start pushing at 11:30am. I mean I felt like I WAS THERE! Not to mention that literally moments after he was born the pictures started appearing on Facebook (and I uploaded them all immediately to my Flickr account), as well as all the friends and family posting every minute. I actually got very little work done today, but don't tell my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I am awestruck by the technology we have today. Technology that will probably be obsolete a year (or less) from now. Technology my newborn Great-Nephew will probably only read about and will later in his life laugh at as archaic. Texts &amp; tweets will evolve into something else --- and I hope it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy and tired and teary all at the same time. My family is amazing and blessed, and always the most important thing to me; I can't imagine myself without them. And now this sweet wonderful little boy called Dylan has finally joined us on this planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez, now I have to get a Skype account.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1547532775568466271?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1547532775568466271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1547532775568466271&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1547532775568466271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1547532775568466271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/08/childbirth-via-facebook.html' title='Childbirth via Facebook'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1283201262524605514</id><published>2011-07-26T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:38:32.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Art of People-Watching</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a talk-show yesterday and the topic of conversation was people-watching. Many were calling in saying that because of the popularity of the Smartphone, the art of people-watching is dead. People are too busy walking around with their eyes down, thumbs punching out text messages and emails that no one really looks at anyone else these days. Being an experienced people-watcher myself, as well as an amateur social scientist of sorts, I take exception to that premise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People-watching involves unobtrusively studying people - mostly strangers -and making up stories about who they are, where they are coming from, where they are going, what they are thinking, and yes, sometimes even making fun of them (not so they can hear of course). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught the fine art of people-watching as a preteen by my step-mother. She’d take me, my teenage step-sister and infant half-sister to the White Front store - similar to today’s Wal-Mart except there was a huge food-court to the left as you enter the front door - and we’d sit, literally, for hours nursing chocolate cokes making up stories about the more interesting people we’d see. To qualify as “interesting” the person would have to stand out from the rest of the crowd in some way. Maybe it was the color or style of their clothing; were they stylish or completely clueless about fashion? Maybe it was an interesting hairstyle that drew our attention, their mannerisms or an unusual facial feature. Were they appropriately dressed for the weather that day? We’d make up stories about what they did for a living or invent some deep dark secret they were hiding. We’d even try and spot “Doppelgängers,” people who look like people we knew or well-known people like movie stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the best places to people-watch are cafes &amp; coffee shops, libraries, bookstores, the beach, sitting on a park bench or waiting for the bus. Wherever you do it, the most important thing is not to look conspicuous. Make it appear that you're already occupied. Look busy by pretending to read something, work on your laptop, or text on your Smartphone (doh!), just don’t just sit and stare. If outside, wear sunglassses so it’s hard to tell where you’re looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the line in the Simon &amp; Garfunkel song “America” that goes like this&lt;br /&gt; “Laughing on the bus, &lt;br /&gt; Playing games with the faces &lt;br /&gt; She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy &lt;br /&gt; I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real people watching is harder than it looks and definitely more fun to do with a friend, but there’s a fine line between perverted staring and the simple observation of pedestrians. You have to let go of your stalker tendencies and observe simply for personal enjoyment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1283201262524605514?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1283201262524605514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1283201262524605514&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1283201262524605514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1283201262524605514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-art-of-people-watching.html' title='The Lost Art of People-Watching'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4066161912675904671</id><published>2011-07-19T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:46:38.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug Testing Welfare Recipients</title><content type='html'>I was recently sent &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2011/POLITICS/06/01/florida.welfare.drug.testing/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; online article about the Governor of Florida, Rick Scott, wanting to require welfare recipients to be drug tested before receiving public assistance benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first read, it sounded OK until I realized that, unfortunately, most of the people getting public assistance are single women with children. Not to mention it's already a given in most welfare programs that if a recipient is suspected of using drugs — because of current behavior or past history of abuse  —  he or she will be referred for treatment or screening. The whole issue began to smack of unreasonable search and seizure to me; just because you’re seeking public benefits doesn’t mean you don’t have the same kind of protection from unreasonable searches as anybody else. If we give our government the right to strip 4th amendment rights from anyone who benefits from public assistance programs, we may ALL live to regret it. Besides, there are plenty of ways to beat a drug test and people that use know that. Focusing on poor people is easy, they rarely fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious question the Florida Governor needs to be asking himself is if all the people in his State have access to enriching schools, resources for higher education and/or training, justice, healthcare, and employment. Seems to me that ensuring these things would be a much better use of the proposed drug testing money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "I don't have to pay for their habit" or "Not with my tax dollars" is simply never true. Whether through the government agencies providing financial assistance or the tax dollars paying for the justice system that handles the crime related to drug use, or the cost of cleaning up parks and cities drowning with homeless or unemployed people with addictions, you ARE paying for them and it is just a technicality of the allocation of your money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to support the welfare program or pay for the social toll of these violators when they take their problems into the streets? Either way you pay. That is the cost of living in a society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also got me to thinking about the wealthiest among us and how we "little people" pay for rich people's drug problems. Sure we do! They run large corporations and while sniffing the magic white powder make big mistakes that cost lives and money. It's just a larger scale abuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4066161912675904671?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4066161912675904671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4066161912675904671&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4066161912675904671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4066161912675904671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/07/drug-testing-welfare-recipients.html' title='Drug Testing Welfare Recipients'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2636946709947427309</id><published>2011-07-05T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:08:38.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Vaginal!</title><content type='html'>"Join the movement to place one incredible word in its rightful place of superiority over all other words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ss8uUbvprk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; new advertising campaign by Summer's Eve (yes, the douche people) is going to go viral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure. I mean I understand the rational behind the campaign: to sell more douche you have to tap into the younger audience and before you can sell them douche you have to get them thinking about and talking about the part of the body involved. As a feminist I like the idea of reclaiming the word "vagina," but I don't like the fact that Summer's Eve pretends to be empowering women when actually their sole purpose is to sell douche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think they've captured "catitude" perfectly though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2636946709947427309?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2636946709947427309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2636946709947427309&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2636946709947427309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2636946709947427309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/07/thats-vaginal.html' title='That&apos;s Vaginal!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1813650768361176188</id><published>2011-07-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:53:58.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shared Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>I am posting this for anyone interested: a letter from Senator Bernie Sanders (I-Vermont) to President Obama. I signed it and promised to pass it on. &lt;a href="http://sanders.senate.gov/petition/?uid=c1fd7f9b-abd8-4e7a-a370-1867881259d8"&gt;Shared Sacrifice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1813650768361176188?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1813650768361176188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1813650768361176188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1813650768361176188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1813650768361176188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/07/shared-sacrifice.html' title='Shared Sacrifice'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3900414487150482369</id><published>2011-06-28T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:21:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind is Blank</title><content type='html'>I'll do one of those bob exercises and type whatever comes into my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining here today; Winter has returned temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;I ate an almond Snickers bar after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't washed my breakfast dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a real funk lately.&lt;br /&gt;I have four empty water bottles beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I have gone to the ladies room once.&lt;br /&gt;Where has all that water gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3900414487150482369?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3900414487150482369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3900414487150482369&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3900414487150482369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3900414487150482369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-mind-is-blank.html' title='My Mind is Blank'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-6136440326336674931</id><published>2011-06-07T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:04:42.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Alaskan Adventure</title><content type='html'>I have travelled pretty much all over this fine country of ours –as well as a few places in Canada- and after this, my third visit, I think I’ve finally figured out why I love Alaska so much. I’ve observed that the mindset most Alaskans cherish is one of indifference (and yes, many enjoy making fun of us “cruise ship rats” walking around town and even have secret code names for us). I suppose I could even label Alaskans elitists because no one considers themselves as being part of America - even though every single “Alaskan” I’ve met (except for the Native Americans) is from somewhere else. In truth, most Alaskans refer to the “lower 48” as an entirely different country, and from an Alaskan point-of-view, it really is! Still, I think there is something about this state that draws very independent and eccentric types. Most people don't just "end up" in Alaska, it's a place and a life style you pretty much choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, eight months of the year, in most of Alaska, there is snow. I’ve been told stories about how the winters are cruel without exception, but if you weather one, residents claim, you can pride yourself on being able to survive anywhere. I often found myself asking "How can you stand only three hours of sunlight for six months out of the year?" The answer was always one word: Summer. One shop keeper told me that what seems like overnight, the frozen tundra explodes into life and everything turns green. It's actually called "breakup" because it happens so fast but when it does, it leaves no doubt in your mind why mosquitoes are jokingly called the “State Bird.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll share a few highlights of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I didn’t see Russia (dang!), I was told by a local that Little Diomede Island (Alaska) and Big Diomede Island (Russia) are only about 2.5 miles apart so Russia can definitely be seen from Alaska ….. as long as its light out and the weather hasn't reduced visibility below a couple miles. Realistically though, without the aid of some kind of mirage, it's impossible to see mainland Russia from mainland Alaska. So I guess *technically* Ms. Soccer Mom wasn’t a total Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Momma Grizzly, there is actually a Sarah Palin store in Skagway. Apparently she lived there when she was a child but locals claim that her home no longer exists. It was a rental and was torn down. Her store carries life-size cardboard figures of her, T-shirts, Sarah Palin paper dolls complete with the $1500 wardrobe bought for her with GOP money, McCain/Palin campaign signs and bumper stickers (had a lot leftover is my guess). Mr. itsme actually went inside but I just couldn’t stomach it and waited outside gnashing my teeth and spitting a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met and shook hands with Libby Riddles, the first woman and four time winner of the Iditarod sled dog race. She gave a nature talk aboard ship one afternoon and she was AWESOME. Found out how the dogs to be trained to race are chosen, what they eat, and their training regime. She told us what it felt like travelling with only canine companionship the 1,100 miles beginning in Wasilla and ending in Nome. Let me just say here and now that I could never do what she did, even if my life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cabin was wonderful. We were on deck 9, the Dolphin deck, and had a mini-suite with a balcony that we used a lot. Food on cruise ships is notoriously abundant and outrageously good. I can’t say I had a bad meal in all of our 7 days aboard. Twice we went to the ship’s wine bar, ordered a glass of wine and gorged on free sushi and tapas. And seafood. Words cannot describe all the different kinds of fresh fish we ate (had lamb one night, all other nights it was seafood). There were lots of things to do too. Besides walking around the different Ports of Call, we watched a martini making and ice carving demonstration one day while at sea; had a cooking lesson from the Chef de Cuisine and toured one of the galleys (kitchens). Got to meet the ship’s Captain at a champagne reception one night, found out that he and most of his crew were Italian and the majority of the galley staff were Greek. I finally got to watch the movie “Toy Story 3.” We went on a Pub Tour (our only shore excursion this time around) in Victoria, B.C. and sampled some great microbrews. Canadians do know how to brew beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to reality as we headed home. I still can’t get used to making my own bed again every morning and I miss the foil-wrapped pieces of chocolate left on my pillow every night. And where is our waiter with my glass of wine and beautiful platters of sushi when I get home from work? At least our three kitty girls were happy to see us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-6136440326336674931?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6136440326336674931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=6136440326336674931&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6136440326336674931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6136440326336674931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-alaskan-adventure.html' title='My Alaskan Adventure'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5210758838318964671</id><published>2011-06-02T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:23:03.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>Did anybody miss me?&lt;br /&gt;Did anybody even notice I was gone?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5210758838318964671?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5210758838318964671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5210758838318964671&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5210758838318964671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5210758838318964671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-baaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaack!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8664410029602447886</id><published>2011-05-06T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:11:42.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Death of Osama bin Laden</title><content type='html'>I like what the Dalai Lama recently said about the killing of Osama bin Laden, "From a Buddhist perspective of your enemy being your greatest teacher, it was sad." But he also went on to say "Forgiveness doesn't mean forget what happened. If something is serious and it is necessary to take counter-measures, you have to take counter-measures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I can never forgive what bin Laden did, I definitely can not forget either. Am I sorry he’s dead? Absolutely not! The United States military was justified in taking his life. I don’t see his killing as an act of revenge, but more of an act of helping prevent future acts he could inspire others to do. If I could be transported back in time and given the opportunity to kill Hitler, knowing the great evil he would do in the world, would I do it? Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that’s bothered me about the whole issue is seeing the faces of people on TV, &lt;b&gt;Americans&lt;/b&gt;, celebrating his death in the streets. Isn’t this what we condemned “less civilized” countries for doing right after 9/11 when we saw mobs of people in the Middle East, and elsewhere, pumping their fists in the air shouting "Death to America!"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A subdued sense of justice and gratitude would have been a more appropriate reaction, as well as the right way to separate ourselves from bin Laden. It is bin Laden and his kind who celebrate death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8664410029602447886?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8664410029602447886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8664410029602447886&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8664410029602447886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8664410029602447886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-death-of-osama-bin-laden.html' title='On the Death of Osama bin Laden'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3999910140764488757</id><published>2011-04-27T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:29:06.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Durbin</title><content type='html'>If you're watching American Idol these days, you know this name. James Durbin is a "local boy;" born, raised, and educated here in my neck of the woods, 15 miles north in Santa Cruz, CA. I mean, we like &lt;b&gt;breathe the same air &lt;/b&gt;when he's in the area. The Santa Cruz music community even nicknamed him "King of the county's karaoke scene" sometime back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I don't watch American Idol. OK, once when another local, Lisa Leuschner made it on the show (and lost mainly because Simon thought she was fat) and then was the Grand Marshall in Watsonville's 4th of July parade in 2004. But that was nothing like this. There are huge public gatherings every Wednesday night starting at 8pm at various pizza joints, bars, and BBQ restaurants all over the county (it's aired live on the East Coast, but is tape-delayed for us "Left Coasters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 22 years old, Durbin has been called "brash and supremly talented" and has managed to unite the Deadhead &amp; Reggae-loving old Hippies all over the county with his hard-rock and heavy metal style. Give me Rock &amp; Roll over Reggae ANY day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he wins this thing (and he will) it'll put a whole new meaning on "local boy makes good." Now that's &lt;b&gt;FAR OUT&lt;/b&gt; man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3999910140764488757?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3999910140764488757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3999910140764488757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3999910140764488757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3999910140764488757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/04/james-durbin.html' title='James Durbin'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4788773838655160311</id><published>2011-04-24T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:29:49.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how this holiday, the most important Christian holiday on the calendar, ain't what it used to be. Mr. itsme went to Home Depot and found them open for business. In fact, most everything around here is open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm going back to baking my ham, roasting my asparagus, and icing my lemon bundt cake. Hope ya'll are spending time doing whatever it is that makes you most happy on this Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4788773838655160311?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4788773838655160311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4788773838655160311&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4788773838655160311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4788773838655160311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter-2011.html' title='Happy Easter 2011'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1392781124749317599</id><published>2011-04-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:38:30.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mobile Tracking Brouhaha</title><content type='html'>So, is it &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; a surprise that iPhones and other iOS-based Apple devices can store unencrypted files that track their users’ location? Android phones do the same thing btw. But seriously, are you shocked by this? I’ll admit that while I’m not shocked, it is getting to be too much like “1984” for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be used to being tracked. There are video cameras pretty much everywhere, like department stores, public elevators, and even in the parking lot at my local Starbucks. Most people, especially the younger crowd who has never known life without a computer or a mobile phone say: “My life is boring. I have nothing to hide. Who cares if they track me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I’ll admit that tracking can be a godsend for those lost in the wilderness or involved in a car crash off road somewhere. However, it is two edged in that it has a nefarious side to it. I wouldn’t be too thrilled about the government getting access to my current whereabouts, or who I have visited and where I’ve been. And even though my life &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; boring and I have nothing to hide, I should have the option of turning off GPS tracking if I want to. In a free society, people should have the choice of being tracked or not being tracked (unlike like libraries who use RFID to track their library materials, but that’s another topic for another post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, both Apple and Google regularly track and receive location data (remember that the next time you fire up Google Maps on your Droid) which here in the Silicon Valley is being used to create a massive database to tap for the purposes of future location-based services and is becoming a big business, &lt;b&gt;THE&lt;/b&gt; big business, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don’t think this would have been such a big deal if Apple and Google had simply asked permission, as they make their apps do. It is easier to ask permission than to ask for forgiveness. And I don’t mind tracking that can in turn be useful to me, but it has to be agreed to. Secret tracking is like stalking, and it’s a bit unnerving no matter who’s doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1392781124749317599?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1392781124749317599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1392781124749317599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1392781124749317599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1392781124749317599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-mobile-tracking-brouhaha.html' title='This Mobile Tracking Brouhaha'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-7366673753641421133</id><published>2011-04-13T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:59:36.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Gilbert</title><content type='html'>Impending death is not an easy event to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. itsme’s Uncle Gilbert was told by his Doctors to go home, put your affairs in order and enjoy whatever time is left. He’s stopped all treatments like chemo and has stopped taking all medications (relating to cancer) too. Uncle Gilbert is very aware that his declining health is leading him towards death. He faces this fact every second of his life now starting with the moment he found out his cancer was terminal, but his positive attitude and childlike gratitude is an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because there are 7 brothers and sisters, the family decided to have a luncheon at a local restaurant. With one or two exceptions, every family member was in attendance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got the invitation I felt a little uncomfortable by the whole thing. Would it be awkward? Would it be maudlin? What do you say when you arrive “You look good for an almost dead guy." And what do you say when it’s time to leave “Take care, see you &lt;b&gt;soon&lt;/b&gt;?” And to the other relatives “See you at the funeral.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that the most important thing I came away with was to make Uncle Gilbert’s passing as peaceful and happy as possible. It is up to us, the family, to be his net of support. Too many times I’ve seen family members overwhelmed with their own grief and instead of providing a joyful atmosphere, they generate an atmosphere of gloom and depression. The luncheon and gathering to talk and reminisce about all the things the family loved and would always remember about Uncle Gilbert was an excellent activity, for him and for us. Lots of pictures were taken, old stories told, and yes, a few tears were shed. A few beers were cracked also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious and fleeting, enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-7366673753641421133?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7366673753641421133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=7366673753641421133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7366673753641421133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7366673753641421133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/04/uncle-gilbert.html' title='Uncle Gilbert'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2378915099643252594</id><published>2011-03-18T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T11:38:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancestry.com Works</title><content type='html'>When I was about 10 years old, my Mom told me of the son she had when she was 18 years old and had placed for adoption. She told me where he was born and what adoption agency he was placed with. At that young age, I really didn't understand the enormity of what she was telling me and pretty much put it out of my mind until I got to high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began wondering about this half-brother of mine, out there somewhere. Was he looking for us? Did he hate Mom for what she did? Would he be happy to know he had a younger sister (he would have been 5 years older than me) as well as another younger brother? I had so many questions. I started a search to find him through an online adoption website without success. When I had no luck, I began to think because of his age group, maybe he had been killed in Viet Nam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we didn't have the research tools available to us then like we have today, so when I heard about Ancestry.com a number of years ago, I immediately registered and began building a family tree and made it available for anyone to view. Hope springs eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to March 10, 2011. I go to my account and there is a message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi itsmecissy! &lt;br /&gt;I am conducting research on my family tree and came across the family tree you posted on Ancestry. I am exploring a possible link to the ---- family who I believe originated in ---- and then moved to ----. I was hoping you may be able to help me connect some of the lineage in my research. I look forward to hearing from you soon! Take Care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious but wasn't going to get my hopes up, so I casually replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi ----,&lt;br /&gt;My Mother's maiden name was ----- and her family originally came from ----. My Mom was one of 10 children, 5 were born in ---- and 5 were born in ----. Maybe we are related?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We emailed back and forth a few days, exchanging startling information. Turns out this person was my nephew, the oldest son of the half-brother I'd been searching years for and he had figured out that my late Mother was his paternal Grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make an already long story short, I have been emailing my newly found brother ever since. We've exchanged family pictures, he looks just like our side of the family, a "dead ringer" his wife of 40 years said. They have 4 sons and 1 daughter. I was so happy to hear that he had had a good life and a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, there's been an ocean of happy tears (even as I write this) and lots of questions. We're going to have a family conference call this Sunday and will all speak together for the first time. Plans are already in the works to meet, possibly this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an unbelievable week. I wish Mom were here to see this. Somehow I think she planned the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2378915099643252594?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2378915099643252594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2378915099643252594&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2378915099643252594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2378915099643252594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/03/ancestrycom-works.html' title='Ancestry.com Works'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1646862487363093660</id><published>2011-03-18T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T08:15:26.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Having a Baby - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Got the call from my niece last night, it's a BOY! Dr said the little guy was not shy about showing "his stuff" during the ultrasound either. So far the name they've chosen is Dylan Michael. I've always liked the name Dylan. The name is of Welsh origin, and the means "son of the sea." The name Michael is from the Hebrew and means "resembles God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever his name, he's gonna be one spoiled little boy! I can't wait to meet him in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1646862487363093660?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1646862487363093660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1646862487363093660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1646862487363093660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1646862487363093660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/03/were-having-baby-part-2.html' title='We&apos;re Having a Baby - Part 2'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3296699540627698222</id><published>2011-02-18T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:43:31.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Wisconsin!</title><content type='html'>If it can happen in &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/20089255"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/a&gt;, it can happen anywhere. This Union member in California is with you ALL THE WAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3296699540627698222?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3296699540627698222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3296699540627698222&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3296699540627698222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3296699540627698222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-wisconsin.html' title='Go Wisconsin!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5011563399752605418</id><published>2011-02-15T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:52:32.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Having a Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>Um, not me, it's much too late for that (thank god). My niece and her husband from Oregon were here and made the announcement at our family gathering this past Saturday. Due date is August 10th. This will be the first Grandchild for my youngest brother and his ex-wife. Actually the first Grandchild for this side of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much crochetting to do and baby clothes to make!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5011563399752605418?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5011563399752605418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5011563399752605418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5011563399752605418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5011563399752605418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/02/were-having-baby.html' title='We&apos;re Having a Baby!!!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2950080082737849688</id><published>2011-02-09T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:02:09.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama vs O'Reilly</title><content type='html'>Whether you voted for Barack Obama or not, you have to admire his agreeing to be interviewed by Bill O’Reilly on Fox News last Sunday. O’Reilly was his usual arrogant, classless, and disrespectful self, while Obama displayed elegance and enormous dignity and succeeded in making it look like he didn’t notice O'Reilly's...um...shortcomings. Personally, I wouldn’t have had the patience to sit politely by while Bill O’Reilly attempted to publicly insult my intelligence but then again, I'm never going to run for an elected office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, my favorite moment was when O’Reilly asked the President if it bothered him that so many people hate him (although he should have added “…simply because you’re black”), the President’s reply was priceless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The people who dislike you don't know you. The folks who hate you, they don't know you." &lt;/b&gt;He also added, &lt;b&gt;"What they hate is whatever funhouse mirror image of you that's out there. They don't know you. And so, you don't take it personally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;How many of us were told the same thing by our parents while growing up? (and I can see the President and First Lady saying the same thing to their kids). That’s one of the reasons I admire our President so much, he’s REAL and not afraid to show it. Yes, there are many things I’m upset with him about at the moment but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s pretty much unflappable, a genuine person to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps, &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for the first time ever&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Bill O’Reilly told the truth about something when he went on to say that extreme rhetoric would continue to thrive, because &lt;b&gt;"there's a lot of money to be made if you can polarize people." &lt;/b&gt;So that means that he (and Beck &amp; Limbaugh &amp; Coulter &amp; Hannity) know exactly what they are doing. Not surprisingly, there lies the big problem: it's always been about money, not what's necessarily best for the country - or what the real truth is, for that matter. It's about lining your pockets. I think it was Frank Zappa who said the US would be destroyed by Americans only too happy to sell their country down the road for a profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, O'Reilly wasn't trying to get knowledge to share with his audience. He was trying to "get" the President and the President refused to play the game. To say the President was the better man doesn't even begin to cover it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2950080082737849688?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2950080082737849688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2950080082737849688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2950080082737849688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2950080082737849688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/02/obama-vs-oreilly.html' title='Obama vs O&apos;Reilly'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1855198628444241994</id><published>2011-02-07T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:54:44.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Technology Grand?</title><content type='html'>During lunch this afternoon, I organized a family dinner at our house this Saturday. Our Niece and her husband are here from Oregon for a week and it's the only day we can all get together as a family. Then, I organized and planned our annual family reunion for my step-side of the family in June. It's always food themed: last year it was Mexican, the year before BBQ, etc. This year everyone voted for Italian (we're doing paella).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the comfort of my office, I send out emails and get instantaneous replies (of course, everyone of my family peeps has an iPhone or a Blackberry). Still, it sure is a time-saver and technology never ceases to amaze me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my two cents for the day. Now I'm off to a Dr's appt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1855198628444241994?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1855198628444241994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1855198628444241994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1855198628444241994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1855198628444241994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/02/aint-technology-grand.html' title='Ain&apos;t Technology Grand?'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5155089238011144409</id><published>2011-02-04T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:52:23.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook: the Newest 'Big Brother'</title><content type='html'>I'm (still) so glad I’m am not on Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, founder Mark Zuckerberg has gotten the bright idea to make Facebook users’ current address and mobile-phone numbers PUBLIC &lt;b&gt;without getting their permission.&lt;/b&gt; Thankfully, two members of Congress took notice -- the Republican &amp; Democratic co-chairs of the Congressional Privacy Caucus -- and have sent him a letter asking for a lot more detail about his plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it: by using Facebook, you may be giving up every aspect of your personal right to privacy just to drone on about –and let’s face it - the most mundane events in your life. Facebook users &lt;b&gt;willingly&lt;/b&gt; put up with this invasion of privacy because it’s fun, convenient, and cool. It doesn’t bother them that soon there will be absolutely no privacy and that every aspect of everyone’s life will be monitored. Anyone remember HAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about those wonderful insurance companies out there, the ones looking out for our best interests when it comes to our health. You know what I’m talking about, the ones who want to deny coverage to those with pre-existing conditions, even newborn babies and children; the ones who decide whether you live or die by paying or not paying for your cancer treatment drugs; the ones who decide whether to pay or not pay for ANY lifesaving treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, consider this scenario: these same wonderful insurance companies monitoring social web sites, like Facebook, to &lt;b&gt;spy&lt;/b&gt; on their customers. Is that person drinking? Is that person smoking? Are they living the healthiest lifestyle they can? Are they partying too much? Eating too much fast food or red meat? And, given how these same insurance companies want to rule the world - for profit of course - does anyone doubt they will take this and run with it as far as they can? And that's only one industry, one aspect of what's happening and what's going to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not missin' a thing by not using Facebook. It will be interesting to see how much autonomy, privacy, and “freedom” people have 5 years from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5155089238011144409?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5155089238011144409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5155089238011144409&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5155089238011144409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5155089238011144409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/02/facebook-newest-big-brother.html' title='Facebook: the Newest &apos;Big Brother&apos;'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-9029410408404923383</id><published>2011-02-02T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:20:28.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoarding</title><content type='html'>Looking in my freezer last night I was embarrassed: I found 11 bags of frozen cranberries that I don't remember putting there. OK, I remember putting aside a few bags, &lt;b&gt;but 11&lt;/b&gt;? It never fails, in the middle of July I get a hankering for some cranberry relish or chutney and we can't get frozen cranberries out here after Christmas, so I have to have my stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging a little more, I also found 5 bags of peeled frozen bananas. You know, when they ripen perfectly for banana bread but you can't drop everything and bake at that exact moment? I usually peel them and put 4-5 in zip-lock freezer bags so they'll be ready when I'm ready for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, right there, hiding under the Garden burgers (yes, but that's another post when I'm ready to talk about it), I find 4 bags of cooked and skinned chicken breast. Mr itsme &amp; I can't finish the store-bought rotisserie ones by ourselves, so I cut up what's leftover and freeze for soup. These were freezer-burned (and now you have a pretty good idea of how long it's been since I made chicken soup) and into the trash they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoarding. I never knew I had it in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-9029410408404923383?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/9029410408404923383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=9029410408404923383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/9029410408404923383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/9029410408404923383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoarding.html' title='Hoarding'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3509732960076387870</id><published>2011-02-02T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:10:29.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punxsutawney Phil</title><content type='html'>Well, the furry fellow peeked out from his warm and comfy groundhog hole and didn't see his shadow so that means we're in for an early Spring this year. Don't know if that helps the middle and eastern part of the country right now, but hang in there friends, sunshine is on the way. And pollen and humidity and record scorching temperatures. Yessiree, a few things to really look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3509732960076387870?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3509732960076387870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3509732960076387870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3509732960076387870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3509732960076387870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/02/punxsutawney-phil.html' title='Punxsutawney Phil'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2966598805270685878</id><published>2011-01-25T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:58:53.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up, my parents -each in a different way- taught me to pay attention to little things. “If you do a thing at all,” my Dad said, “do it thoroughly.” I was taught to leave any place I’d been, looking better than before I’d been there. That’s why on every camping trip, our campsite was cleaned before and after we’d inhabited it. Completely swept of leaves and rocks, down to bare dirt (mostly so’s the tent would sit flat), Dad set up the “perimeters” of our outdoor living space in a neat and orderly way. His outdoor kitchen was his pride &amp; joy and no one but he did the cooking (and Mom never complained!) It was always my job to create a small, artful arrangement of wild flowers, leaves, or stacked stones for the center of our picnic table and it was left for whoever had the campsite after us. Dad was ahead of his time when it came to Earth Day. We’d go on walks to pick up trash and debris just to make the world a nicer place. If he were alive today, he’d have his name on one of those Adopt-a-Highway signs seen on every California highway. He also took the time to teach me the names and spelling of the trees, the flowers and birds we’d encounter along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still be an annoying know-it-all in that way if I’m not careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2966598805270685878?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2966598805270685878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2966598805270685878&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2966598805270685878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2966598805270685878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5783410225511795623</id><published>2011-01-19T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:51:54.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon 1/19/11</title><content type='html'>"It's a marvelous night for a moon dance..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the moon as beautiful tonight where you are as it is here?&lt;br /&gt;Truly amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5783410225511795623?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5783410225511795623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5783410225511795623&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5783410225511795623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5783410225511795623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/01/full-moon-11911.html' title='Full Moon 1/19/11'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2334133645037637761</id><published>2011-01-11T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:44:20.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcam Modelling Offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So, I get this unsolicited email in my Spam folder&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Break into the biggest industry on the planet and start earning great money from the comfort of your own home as a webcam model! Women of all shapes, sizes, styles, and personality types are doing it. Top models in the industry are earning any where from $1,000 to $4,000 per week”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOW, I’m getting excited here&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The bottom line is anyone can do it, and anyone can be a big success. You don't have to have 'traditional' great looks, don't have to be a computer genius, and you don't have to make a huge investment to get started. Men from all over the world are shelling out huge dollars EVERY SECOND to watch a variety of unique beautiful women perform live online. Would you like to take advantage of this opportunity and get your piece of the pie?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh and here’s the catch, there’s ALWAYS a catch&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you do need is a fun outgoing personality; you should feel comfortable in front of a webcam in your own home, and have the desire to make huge money as a webcam model!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, whoa there Nellie&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you want me to WHAT? Dance with “toys” sans clothing? In front of my webcam for strange men? You want me to give up my dignity, self-respect and privacy for $1,000 a week? (everyone has their price)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest industry on the planet? I thought pot farming in California was the biggest industry on the planet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep your piece of pie, I’ll bake my own thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2334133645037637761?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2334133645037637761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2334133645037637761&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2334133645037637761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2334133645037637761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/01/webcam-modelling-offer.html' title='Webcam Modelling Offer'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4953470410691097992</id><published>2011-01-11T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:09:20.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship and Banning Books</title><content type='html'>Mark Twain himself once said: "Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, during the last week of September, I get downright giddy (no, not because it's my birthday), it's because at this time the library world celebrates "Banned Books Week." During this week, libraries all over the country celebrate our freedom to read and have open access to information, and serve to educate patrons about the importance of the First Amendment, specifically drawing attention to the harms of censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the current controversy to “sanitize” the story of Huckleberry Finn, a blistering critique of the hypocrisy and brutality of slavery and the norms and values of white society, as seen through the eyes of an innocent, Huck Finn. The book is actually an anti-racism work of the first degree: a white boy realizes that a black man is human. While today, the use of the “N” word is absolutely unacceptable, in its proper literary content - as if Twain was poking us with a very sharp stick just to see us squirm - it adds to the time period and issues in the story. To edit it out would be insulting to the writer and to the potential reader (imagine “Roots” without the beatings and racial slurs). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dangerous to rewrite history in this way. How can a person, especially children &amp; young adults, know how far we have come if he/she does not know where we came from? One of the most important aspects of education is learning how to think critically and sanitizing "Huckleberry Finn" will take away provocative discussion and analysis. We need a novel like Huck Finn to understand a more modern novel, like “Beloved” for example, in order to think critically about why a mother would murder her own child rather than see her suffer a life in slavery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve truly lost our sight &amp; our vision when we want to take apart literary works that have had such historical significance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4953470410691097992?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4953470410691097992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4953470410691097992&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4953470410691097992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4953470410691097992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2011/01/censorship-and-banning-books.html' title='Censorship and Banning Books'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3185726730077279086</id><published>2010-12-07T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:58:10.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Edwards</title><content type='html'>Not only a brave woman who has battled cancer for over 6 years, Elizabeth Edwards is the model of grace and humility as well as unimaginable humor. Her end-of-life decision to spend her final days in her own home shows me that there is such a thing as a peaceful death, and that we can reach closure with our loved ones. I hope she is enjoying her house full of family and friends and that they are telling stories, looking at old photos and having as many laughs as tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, I never knew you but thank you for your courage, grace and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Just found out that while I was writing this Elizabeth passed away peacefully surrounded by love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3185726730077279086?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3185726730077279086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3185726730077279086&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3185726730077279086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3185726730077279086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/12/elizabeth-edwards.html' title='Elizabeth Edwards'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8823724723244598135</id><published>2010-11-22T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:46:49.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Me Truly Thankful</title><content type='html'>As we enter the week of the Thanksgiving holiday, it is time again to remind myself of all I have to be thankful. This is my favorite time of the year when we are immersed in the season of fall, filled with its warm palette of reds, golds and yellows...even though it is currently raining cats &amp; dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving always means a feast with the family: turkey (deep fried at my house), cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, Mom’s dressing, gravy, pumpkin pie, the whole nine yards. I prefer to stay at home by the wood stove with a good football game on TV but this year the younger generation is taking over and we’ll be spending Thanksgiving at my niece’s in Beaverton, Oregon. She texted me numerous times yesterday to make sure I was bringing my famous homemade cranberry sauce and dessert (she doesn’t know I spent most of yesterday baking cookies, pumpkin bread, persimmon cake, etc., for the journey) And the wine, we always bring the wine. This year we’re taking local wine from the Alfaro family vineyards in Corralitos, CA, just a few short miles from our house. A superb Pinot Noir has been selected to accompany the bird. Friday night, we are looking forward to dinner at Salvadore Molly's in Portland, an interesting "pirate" themed restaurant we've been wanting to try. I'll have to Yelp! that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the little things in life, the fact that the people I love are healthy and we are so close to each other. I am blessed to have people surrounding me who believe in me, and show me everyday how much they love me. I am thankful to have a roof over my head and a job, when many people today are not so lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this holiday season be a time to reflect, laugh and give! May the spirit of thankfulness and giving carry far beyond this holiday weekend into the lives of those you love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving! Even you bob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8823724723244598135?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8823724723244598135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8823724723244598135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8823724723244598135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8823724723244598135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/11/count-me-truly-thankful.html' title='Count Me Truly Thankful'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4640525457022722861</id><published>2010-11-05T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:27:42.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May You Live in Interesting Times</title><content type='html'>I find it interesting that as soon as the Republicans get into power -only in the House- and at a time when people are frustrated about the economy, they immediately focus on health care and tax cuts for the rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's going to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; The GOP will overreach (they can't help themselves) and alienate their base with their preoccupation with grabbing power but NOT tending to the nation's business. McConnell's comments about the goal being to make sure Obama is a one-term President is the best example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; The internal implosion between the establishment republicans and the tea partiers (classic oil and water). Boehner does not have a plan for handling them; we'll see his face more often a shade of red than (phoney tan) orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; The GOP will drive moderates and independents back to the democrats during this term by their displayed extremism and lack of accomplishments, just in time for the 2012 election. Obama will be re-elected, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)&lt;/b&gt; The GOP is politically incapable of meeting their stated objectives regarding the budget deficits becasue these are the same characters and the same party that created it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5)&lt;/b&gt; The democrats should be looking forward this cycle of endless and baseless "investigations" of the Obama administration, as promised by psycho Michelle Bachman, and instead of exposing any wrong doing, it will reveal to the American public the pettiness and wasteful political pursuits of the GOP, just like Ken Starr and Whitewater got Clinton reelected by comfortable margins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prediction: 6 months from now we'll see polls showing that the Republicans are more unpopular than the Democrats. Guess I’m not really that worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4640525457022722861?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4640525457022722861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4640525457022722861&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4640525457022722861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4640525457022722861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/11/may-you-live-in-interesting-times.html' title='May You Live in Interesting Times'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-77429941559454672</id><published>2010-11-04T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:54:06.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the West Wing (still applies today)</title><content type='html'>" Because I'm tired of working for candidates who make me think that I should be embarrassed to believe what I believe, Sam! I'm tired of getting them elected! We all need some therapy, because somebody came along and said, "'Liberal' means soft on crime, soft on drugs, soft on Communism, soft on defense, and we're gonna tax you back to the Stone Age because people shouldn't have to go to work if they don't want to!" And instead of saying, "Well, excuse me, you right-wing, reactionary, xenophobic, homophobic, anti-education, anti-choice, pro-gun, Leave It To Beaver trip back to the Fifties...!", we cowered in the corner, and said, "Please. Don't. Hurt. Me." No more. I really don't care who's right, who's wrong. We're both right. We're both wrong. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-77429941559454672?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/77429941559454672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=77429941559454672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/77429941559454672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/77429941559454672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-west-wing-still-applies-today.html' title='From the West Wing (still applies today)'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-6896103244912835452</id><published>2010-11-02T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:33:03.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye GAS!</title><content type='html'>Or &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;overnor &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;rnold &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;chwarzenegger as he is so fondly known by many here in the Golden State. With him in the driver's seat as our 38th Governor, California has become a shining example of the wrong economic plan and is a failed state where the rich are enjoying a tax free life while the poor are bottoming out with the economy.  The Governor does not believe in higher taxes to the rich and therein lies the major problem.  While campaigning, Arnold promised a “Hummer in every driveway” (he promised a lot things that he in no way delivered). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Democratic speaker of the California Assembly, Karen Bass, when she said “He’s an action hero, and he wants to approach political office that way. He wants to be the Terminator. We have to be careful he doesn’t terminate California.” Amen, Karen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, actors do not make good governors and this guy should never have run for the office. Thank God, he isn't eligible to run for President.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-6896103244912835452?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6896103244912835452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=6896103244912835452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6896103244912835452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6896103244912835452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-bye-gas.html' title='Good-bye GAS!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2445849476247376412</id><published>2010-09-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T15:46:46.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The County Fair Verdict Is In</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that I didn't do as well as I'd hoped or as well as I have in previous years but the competition was fierce this year (remember Clara &amp; Aunt Bee and the pickles?) and that makes me happy beyond belief. This means that despite hard economic times, more people are coming to the Fair; more people are coming back to the old-fashioned ideas and notions of a real County Fair. When times are as trying as they are, people understand that comfort -like comfort food- lies somewhere between the present and the past. And while the fair changes a little bit every year, it really doesn’t change that much, which is a reminder about timeless verities about how our food comes to our tables, and about the countless community groups that come together each year to bring the best of something — collectibles, giant pumpkins, chickens, orchids - to display. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;First Place&lt;/b&gt;: pumpkin bread&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Second Place&lt;/b&gt;: ginger cookies (the judges must have liked them because I entered 6 and there were only 3 left on the plate!)&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;Third Place&lt;/b&gt;: chocolate cupcakes (Best of Show two years ago)&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;b&gt;Honorable Mention&lt;/b&gt;: banana walnut bundt cake (too many nuts?)&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;b&gt;Honorable Mention&lt;/b&gt;: Buckeyes (peanut butter ganache dipped in chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;b&gt;No Award&lt;/b&gt;: chocolate chip cookies (got first place last year, guess I shouldn't have tweaked the recipe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something reassuring about prize-winning flowers and vegetables, kids’ 4-H raised animals, the tractor parade, corn dogs &amp; cotton candy, carnies, racing dogs and pig kissing that keeps me coming back year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about finding America, it's all at the Fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2445849476247376412?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2445849476247376412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2445849476247376412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2445849476247376412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2445849476247376412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/09/county-fair-verdict-is-in.html' title='The County Fair Verdict Is In'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4666189453508761353</id><published>2010-09-07T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:24:25.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Burn a Koran Day"</title><content type='html'>I thought it was a rumor that a certain segment of our society never left the Dark Ages, but Pastor Terry Jones is living proof (I've taken down the link to the video). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this is less a news story than an unfortunate act by a few small-minded and ignorant individuals. The only reason it is a news story, and thereby a hazard to our troops is because the media has allowed the message to be hijacked by this group, who is in no way representative of the majority of Americans, or the majority of Christians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under-educated, filled with Fox propaganda, or influenced by the perversion of a 2000 year old religion of "a cross in one hand and a sword in the other" mentality. If intolerance, hate, exclusion, racism, violence, or inciting violence is Christianity, then Gandhi was right. This extremist preacher and his followers do as much for the polarization and division of our world as the extremists they condemn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media is just giving them what they want by feeding their flames with publicity and the Jerry Springers of the future have an endless supply of guests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4666189453508761353?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4666189453508761353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4666189453508761353&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4666189453508761353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4666189453508761353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/09/burn-koran-day.html' title='&quot;Burn a Koran Day&quot;'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3469835638397680773</id><published>2010-09-01T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:28:42.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New California Conundrum</title><content type='html'>One of our local Bay Area newspapers is drumming up a campaign to create an Official California State Sandwich. So, being the food groupie that I am, I started to research other official state sandwiches and was suprised with what I found. The most (obviously) notable sandwiches are the Philly cheesesteak (thanks largely to Pat &amp; Geno) and the Louisana Po-boy (pretty much thanks to Emeril Lagasse). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Ohio boasts about its &lt;a href="http://www.carlesbrats.com/index.html"&gt;Carle's Bratwurst&lt;/a&gt;. Massachussetts' folks love their &lt;a href="http://whatscookingamerica.net/History/FluffernutterSandwich.htm"&gt;Fluffernutter's&lt;/a&gt;. Iowans have their "Loose Meat" (thanks Roseanne) and Nebraska has an interesting sandwich called a &lt;a href="http://whatscookingamerica.net/History/Sandwiches/RunzaSandwich.htm"&gt;Runza&lt;/a&gt;. Kinda like a pirogi (to me) only in the shape of a twinkie. Even a state in Mexico has an Official Sandwich, Vera Cruz's &lt;a href="http://www.mexconnect.com/articles/2380-hot-savory-sandwiches-pambazos"&gt;Pambazo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if all that sandwich making talk hasn't gotten your mouth watering, here's my idea for a state sandwich fit for California, the &lt;b&gt;California BLAT&lt;/b&gt;: Toasted San Francisco sourdough bread, spread with a Gilroy garlic and Castroville artichoke aioli, Freedom Meat Lockers (Freedom, CA) applewood-smoked bacon, topped with sliced Hass avocadoes (originally born in a backyard in La Habra Heights), Watsonville heirloom tomatoes and  butter lettuce, served with a side of grilled San Joaquin Valley Black Mission figs &amp; Harley Farms (Pescadero) goat cheese balls, drizzled with honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, oh man, that's what I'm talking about! I think I'm submitting this as my entry, what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3469835638397680773?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3469835638397680773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3469835638397680773&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3469835638397680773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3469835638397680773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-california-conundrum.html' title='A New California Conundrum'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1983719503286181691</id><published>2010-08-24T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:54:16.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Troops!</title><content type='html'>President Obama has taken a major step toward concluding &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; of GW Bush’s wars, just as he pledged to do before he ever took office. While it’s not “Mission Accomplished” and 50,000 will remain to advise, assist, train, and equip Iraqi Security Forces, it is a time to honor the 5,640 who made the ultimate sacrifice; the almost 40,000 who have been wounded; and to salute those who have come back. Let’s hope our country now does the right thing by taking care of them the way they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not the same homecoming my late older brother Ed received when returning from Viet Nam in the mid-1960’s, I know he would have wanted &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUhIBdEG58U"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for those returning from Iraq today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home, it must feel awesome to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1983719503286181691?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1983719503286181691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1983719503286181691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1983719503286181691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1983719503286181691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-home-troops.html' title='Welcome Home Troops!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5542068655162616200</id><published>2010-08-17T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:32:43.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mosque Thing</title><content type='html'>I can understand the emotional aspect of the whole thing, even though, once given all of the facts about the actual location, it all seems like much ado about nothing. The mosque is not at Ground Zero, it's at an abandoned Burlington Coat Factory building two blocks down the street. Since when is the Burlington Coat Factory sacred? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: for those of us who do not live in or are familiar with NYC, understand that this is a controversy created by the NY Post - Rupert Murdoch - who should be arrested and deported for sedition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To believe that building a religious center is an "insult" or a "victory monument" is to believe that those who perpetrated 9/11 represent the entire Muslim religion. There will be no domes, there will be no calls to prayer, it is going to be a cultural center. There are mosques everywhere in this country, and people worship there peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All people of the Muslim faith are no more terrorists than all white males of the Catholic church are pedophiles. The monsters that flew the planes on 9/11 are the exception, not the rule, just like those good ole Christians who kill doctors and bomb clinics, or tie people of color to the back of a truck and drag them down the road are not indicative of all white people. 9/11 was not an attack by Muslims or the Nation of Islam, but an attack by terrorists on all of humanity, including Muslims.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion has got its hands on the throat of America and is choking the life out of every issue: cultural center in NY, gay rights, abortion, supporting candidates who are inferior but say enough Bible speak to get elected and so on. The problem isn't Islam, the problem is ALL religion and the nuts who follow them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The GOP always has to run on fear: fear of gays, of Muslims, flag burning, and of minorities, particularly our black President. They are smart enough to know that their base is generally under educated, overly religious and abundantly armed, and nothing gets them more riled than fear. What the GOP does not think about is the future. Most Republican leaders will be dead in twenty years so they really don't care what happens. Do they not see that the majority of Americans no longer look like Mitch McConnell, the white-haired grump or old Grandpa Angry Pants, John McCain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you can't educate people who are proud of their ignorance. How miserable must their lives be to choose hate over tolerance. In theory all of NYC is Ground Zero then. And DC. And Pennsylvania. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadly, the only one laughing at us is Osama Bin Laden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5542068655162616200?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5542068655162616200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5542068655162616200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5542068655162616200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5542068655162616200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-mosque-thing.html' title='This Mosque Thing'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-982359604304257708</id><published>2010-07-28T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:07:24.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Testing</title><content type='html'>One of my biggest dreams is to someday open my own bakery and to get so good at one thing that Bobby Flay shows up and challenges me to a "Throw-down." At the rate he loses every season, I figure I've got it made in the New York shade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started entering my baked goods in our local County Fair more than ten years ago. I've gotten first place in many categories (2nd, 3rd &amp; Honorable Mention too), including, cookies, cakes, cupcakes, candy confections (English toffee, peanut brittle), quick breads, and even one Best of Show for my chocolate cake (always a favorite of my Dad's). This means I beat out everyone in that category, including the entry awarded First Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I'm a sucker for the winning ribbons. They don't all have to be first place ribbons and I collect them like some collect Beenie Babies, the more the merrier - and I have lots to be merry about. I keep them in a special box and take them out for inspiration every once in a while and also to show them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm trying some new things: ginger cookies, Buckeyes, lemon bundt cake, banana nut bread, chocolate cupcakes (Best of Show 2008), and my first place winner from 2009: chocolate chip cookies (I'm tweaking the recipe this year). I'm also making a never been done item called Cake Pops. I was inspired by a baking blog called &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/a&gt; and mine will be gingerbread cake balls enrobed in creamy white icing, eaten like a lollipop. Kinda like a round petite four on a stick. I wasn't sure if it qualified as cake or a dipped confection so went ahead and entered it as "Any Other, please specify" except I didn't specify. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the Santa Cruz County Fair is September 14-19 and I have to have my entries in by Saturday, September 11th for judging on the 12th. We always go the first night so I won't know how many ribbons I've won until then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I've been up to lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-982359604304257708?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/982359604304257708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=982359604304257708&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/982359604304257708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/982359604304257708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/07/recipe-testing.html' title='Recipe Testing'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-235952656522125093</id><published>2010-07-04T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:36:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Say Can You See!</title><content type='html'>Our neighborhood party starts at 3pm and I wanted to wish you all a Happy 4th of July! The weather here on the coast is cool and breezy so Mr. itsme has the fire pit all ready to light for the weenies (family) coming from Silicon Valley. There are John Phillips Sousa songs on satellite radio and we have fireworks and S'mores when it gets dark. All that's missing is a fly-over by the Blue Angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're BBQing chicken, roasting corn; neighbors are bringing green salad, watermelon, garlic bread and roast asparagus. I made Cake pops (another post) for dessert. My sister in Las Vegas texted and said it's 98 degs and she's making homemade vanilla ice cream for their neighborhood party (my sister is the cake decorator) by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. This is what it's all about. So God bless America and all that jazz, Cha-cha-cha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-235952656522125093?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/235952656522125093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=235952656522125093&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/235952656522125093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/235952656522125093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-say-can-you-see.html' title='Oh Say Can You See!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2354713671312187944</id><published>2010-07-03T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:42:47.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Color Better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: I think I'll keep the blue for a while. Beige, brown, whatever is so boring!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beige rather than the pink? I'll admit, it's easier on the old eyeballs. Gotta keep my 'followers' happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a wonderful day at my house baking with three co-workers (it's rare that one is lucky enough to have co-workers you like enough to become friends). We had an excellent lunch in the backyard; watched some birds, listened to the fountain, and had a few laughs. This is what life is about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2354713671312187944?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2354713671312187944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2354713671312187944&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2354713671312187944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2354713671312187944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-color-better.html' title='Is This Color Better?'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-6440673173972225604</id><published>2010-07-02T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:04:38.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes beginning July 2, 2010</title><content type='html'>TAAA-DAAAA, wadda ya think? Too pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I hated the color pink. Always associated it with June Cleaver-types and being "girlie," and I was NEVER a girlie-girl. If my Mom had let me, I would have slept in my cowboy hat &amp; boots (yes, red ones, thank you for asking) when I was 6; however, she drew the line at wearing my toy cap gun and holster to bed. Seems the older I get, the more the color grows on me. I'm not talking Pepto Bismol pink, more a dusty rose. The color of the lower half of my diningroom, below the white chair rail. Yeah, so I'll try this out for a while. Change is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm reacting to all the changes going on around me at work and home these days. At work -and I've always made it a policy not to talk about work- I've had to say goodbye to a few co-workers due to layoffs and/or reassignments. One person in my dept actually went "out the door" and a few others are still on campus, just in different locations. So, I've shed a few private tears in the ladies room in the last few days. Our Union has been fairly successful bargaining to mitigate more layoffs, but it's still hard when people who are like family, leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the homefront, solar attic fans are being installed today. At the end of the month we're starting a guest bathroom remodel and putting in a new sliding glass door in the aforementioned half dusty rose pink diningroom. Wednesday, we ordered the new bathroom vanity, mirror and toilet (already have the new shower stall and picked out the new flooring). We've been through this before but I already can't wait til it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-6440673173972225604?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6440673173972225604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=6440673173972225604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6440673173972225604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6440673173972225604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/07/changes-beginning-july-2-2010.html' title='Changes beginning July 2, 2010'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5165153176706891948</id><published>2010-07-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:44:27.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes beginning July, 1, 2010</title><content type='html'>To name a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) The Commonwealth of Virginia is set to increase the speed limit to 70 mph for certain sections of its highways on July 1st, 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Governor of Florida created an Amnesty Program that runs from July 1, 2010 to September 30, 2010 so that eligible taxpayers may satisfy their state tax liabilities and avoid criminal prosecution and penalties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Lebron James signs with the Miami Heat!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) “Ace of Cakes” (Food Network Season 9) opens with the 100th episode of the series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Bridge tolls, including the Golden Gate Bridge, go up all over the SF Bay Area (CA) today. Metro fares in LA also go up today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Poker laws change in Florida today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Changes in Russian customs legislation goes into effect today to reflect the new reality of the Customs Union of Russia, Belarus and Kazakhstan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Montana begins regulating Massage Therapists today and if ever a group needed regulating it’s them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Free WiFi at all U.S. Starbucks stores starting today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) IUP (Indiana University of Pennsylvania) shuts down it’s old Central Webserver (aka “blue &amp; yellow” server) because it’s no longer needed. R.I.P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Starting today, overdraft fees require consumer consent...there goes my free checking!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you guys know any of this stuff if it weren't for me???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5165153176706891948?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5165153176706891948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5165153176706891948&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5165153176706891948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5165153176706891948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/07/changes-beginning-july-1-2010.html' title='Changes beginning July, 1, 2010'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1961399307086723247</id><published>2010-06-09T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:59:55.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 9, 1972</title><content type='html'>The day of my graduation from High School. We were the 100th class to graduate and the first time in 100 years it rained. No class before ours had ever had to graduate in the auditorium of a (rival) Junior High school. A few years later, our High School was closed and remaining students merged with the rival High School. Glad I was long gone by then. Imagine having to call your hated rival high school your own? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, I'm not bitter! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1961399307086723247?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1961399307086723247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1961399307086723247&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1961399307086723247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1961399307086723247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-9-1972.html' title='June 9, 1972'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5817599680485546241</id><published>2010-06-02T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:28:36.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipper &amp; Al Call it Quits</title><content type='html'>I am in shock. 40 years of marriage and kaboom, just like that, it's over? This was a solid together couple if ever there was one, real role models, so-to-speak. I mean, if it can happen to THEM it can happen to ANYONE now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They" say there was no infidelity, but time and the National Enquirer will tell. Was it that pesky "empty-nest" syndrome? Suddenly, one day the kids are gone and one of them turns to the other and says "Who the HELL are you?" Or worse "Who the HELL am I?" Parenthood is a powerful identity (personally, I wouldn't know) and when your kids are grown and gone, you have to find a new reason to get up and face each other every morning. They weathered so much: Al's deployment to Viet Nam, raising a family of 4, almost losing one of those children in a car accident, a Vice Presidency, a Presidential campaign, and then a Nobel Peace Prize. Still, the experts claim that if couples don't evolve together over the years, opposites no longer attract and opposites become just . . . opposites. To me, this translates simply as "You're no longer a priority in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not uncommon I guess. They did "beat the odds" by staying together as long as they did. But still, it's depressing. It's almost like there's no point in getting married at all anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, Bill &amp; Hill are still together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5817599680485546241?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5817599680485546241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5817599680485546241&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5817599680485546241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5817599680485546241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/06/tipper-al-gore-call-it-quits.html' title='Tipper &amp; Al Call it Quits'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1494821133421442312</id><published>2010-05-23T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:32:30.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaspora vs Facebook</title><content type='html'>While listening to a local radio station's "Tech Guy" show, the host, &lt;a href="http://techguylabs.com/radio/ShowNotes/Show668#toc3"&gt;Leo LaPorte &lt;/a&gt;was discussing the current hub-bub about Facebook and was urging Facebook users to quit Facebook. He mentioned a &lt;a href="http://www.joindiaspora.com/project.html"&gt;new social network &lt;/a&gt;I think is worth following. The video of the three "nerds" explaining the whole thing is a little tedious -they are all barely 20 years old after all- but I'm betting this is going to be major competition for Facebook, of which I can PROUDLY say I have never joined and no intention of joining. OK, I'll admit here, I recently created an account so that I could officially quit (which I did last Thursday) but it takes two weeks for your account to be completely deleted. Seems the gods at Facebook want you to take two weeks to think it over. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Facebook's CEO Mark Zuckerberg made a &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/11/facebooks-zuckerberg-the_n_417969.html"&gt;statement&lt;/a&gt; that most people have gotten comfortable with the lack of privacy on the Web and that basically, like it or not, this is the new social norm, so we should all pretty much get used to it. This has so outraged some Facebookers that May 31st has been officially declared "&lt;a href="http://www.quitfacebookday.com/"&gt;Quit Facebook&lt;/a&gt;" day. (I emailed my family members with this challenge and got, as expected, fairly hostile responses). Personally, I thik this is exciting, kinda like a Civil War on the Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides the new Diaspora social network, there are other social networks out there, about 9 I can count, that care about your privacy. Just remember, you heard it here first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1494821133421442312?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1494821133421442312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1494821133421442312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1494821133421442312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1494821133421442312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/05/diaspora-vs-facebook.html' title='Diaspora vs Facebook'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8299081695038558375</id><published>2010-05-17T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:22:26.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Cluck - the Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Thank you for your email to Susan G. Komen for the Cure(r). We do appreciate you taking the time to tell us how you feel about our partnership with KFC. You should know that our partnership with KFC is designed at the core to educate millions of people we might not otherwise reach with breast health information - outreach that we consider critical to our mission to save lives and end breast cancer. We are reaching people with life-saving messages through KFC's 5,300 restaurants (about 900 of them in communities not yet served by a Komen Affiliate), with information in the store, on the buckets and in advertising directing consumers to KFC's bucketsforthecure.com website, with links to www.komen.org. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, this partnership is helping generate millions in funding - a goal of $8.5 million to be raised in six weeks - to further the nearly $1.5 billion in research and community programs that Komen has already spent over the past 30 years - programs that are literally saving people's lives through better treatments, early detection and advocacy at the federal and state levels. Because of partners like this, our $500 million in research funding has paid enormous dividends - 98 percent five-year survival rates for cancers that haven't spread from the breast and better and more effective treatments for late-stage breast cancer patients, Further, these partnerships have enabled us to invest $900 million in our communities, providing financial and medical support for women, particularly low-income women, who desperately need help gaining access to the medical care system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ask what we are doing in terms of prevention. About 10 percent - or $50&lt;br /&gt;million - of our research budget over the years has gone to prevention research. We'll invest another $20 million of our $55-$60 million research grant program to prevention, and continue funding programs that educate women about their risks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recognize that this partnership brings up a conversation about obesity and health related to cancer. Our partnership highlights the healthy options at KFC - grilled chicken and vegetables, for example. Ultimately, the decision to maintain a well-balanced diet lies in the hands of the consumer. KFC provides tools to make those choices, by providing a healthier choice menu at its restaurants and advice on its website on how consumers can limit fat and calorie consumption in its products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you will take a moment to visit the bucketsforthecure.com website to learn more about the partnership and see the stories of hope, education and empowerment being shared there. We appreciate your concern and thank you for sharing it with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very truly yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margo K. Lucero&lt;br /&gt;Director, Global Corporate Relations&lt;br /&gt;5005 LBJ Freeway, Suite 250 | Dallas, TX 72544&lt;br /&gt;1-877 GO KOMEN | www.komen.org"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;br /&gt;All I can say is SHAME ON YOU Ms. LUCERO, what a buncha double-speak CRAP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8299081695038558375?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8299081695038558375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8299081695038558375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8299081695038558375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8299081695038558375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-cluck-response.html' title='What the Cluck - the Response'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-60213173738228124</id><published>2010-05-17T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:03:12.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Cluck?</title><content type='html'>I KNEW we lived in a bizzaro world but &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/john-robbins/breast-cancer-awareness-g_b_577574.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; takes the cake. "Buckets for the Cure" they call it, brought to you by the greedy bastards who gave us the new Double Down sandwich, and a whopping 50 cents will be donated to the Susan G. Komen Foundation for every pink bucket of fried chicken sold. Fried chicken? To cure breast cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me the Susan G. Komen people forgot that their primary value is women’s health and have now failed to understand that this value does not fit with KFC. The Colonel going pink? That’s absurd. Who's next the Marlboro Man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://org2.democracyinaction.org/o/6098/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=2758"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and stop the Pinkwashing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-60213173738228124?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/60213173738228124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=60213173738228124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/60213173738228124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/60213173738228124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-cluck.html' title='What the Cluck?'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8776939239750621943</id><published>2010-05-16T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:44:00.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelled Wedding</title><content type='html'>Mr. itsme was to officiate next Saturday at the wedding of the son of an old high school friend of mine. We've known Jason since before he was born. He and Joanna were coming to our house this afternoon to go over last minute details about the ceremony when Jason called to say Joanna had "cold feet" and they were cancelling the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of courage to call off a wedding, especially one week before you're supposed to get married. I sure don't envy them telling both sets of parents and any other family members coming from out of town or far away. Then there's the gifts to return, vendors to call: reception hall, caterer, photographer, DJ, bakery, etc., gives me the willies just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm glad they both listened to their gut feeling that something was wrong and understood that calling it off was an option. I think it took real honesty and incredible maturity to be really true to what they knew deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish them well and hope they find happiness in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8776939239750621943?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8776939239750621943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8776939239750621943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8776939239750621943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8776939239750621943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/05/cancelled-wedding.html' title='Cancelled Wedding'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-6742152705304278192</id><published>2010-04-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:09:59.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spatchcocking your Chicken</title><content type='html'>Ah HA, I KNEW that would get your attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're here, let me tell you about a new roasting method I tried last night. The technique is called spatchcocking - basically splitting and flattening your bird - that produces perfectly roasted poultry (I used cornish hens) in less time than a whole one. I think the real secret is roasting at a high temperature. (Good thing I have a self-cleaning oven).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is put your chicken breastside down on your cutting board and starting at the thigh end, cut along one side of the backbone with chicken shears, then turn the chicken around, and cut along the other side. Flip the chicken over and open it like a book. Press down firmly on the breastbone to flatten. Place on a roasting pan and season with coarse salt and freshly ground black pepper (and anything else you fancy). I drizzled some olive oil over mine and popped some peeled garlic gloves along side and roasted at 500 degs for about 30 minutes (an instant-read thermometer should read 165 degs when inserted in the thickest part of the thigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8436698655513405423#"&gt;link to a how-to video &lt;/a&gt;if you're interested. It was truly delish!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-6742152705304278192?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6742152705304278192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=6742152705304278192&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6742152705304278192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6742152705304278192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/04/spatchcocking-your-chicken.html' title='Spatchcocking your Chicken'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8958169852211673529</id><published>2010-04-21T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:10:53.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst</title><content type='html'>My late Dad, a great artist in his own right -and who taught me to wield a paintbrush before I could hold a pencil- always told me that without angst, the artist could not create. Without angst and a reason to bemoan, we would all be well off, middle class, boring, fashion conscious, media guzzling, consumeristic, uncaring dullards with nothing to complain about at parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8958169852211673529?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8958169852211673529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8958169852211673529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8958169852211673529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8958169852211673529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/04/angst.html' title='Angst'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-823663957993305302</id><published>2010-04-20T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:59:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the Memories, Get Rid of the Stuff!</title><content type='html'>I am finding that I like getting rid of things. I like it even more when my things find new homes with people who will love them. And if the person is someone I love, that’s pretty much perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty easy time weeding out clothes, for instance. If I don't like it, don't wear it, whatever - out it goes. I have gotten rid of a few toxic friends but now I’m having trouble finding people I can trust. (Making friends gets so much harder as you get older don’t you think?) One thing I can’t get rid of is my books, especially my cookbooks. And pictures, I can’t get rid of those. Fortunately, we have put most of ours on CD’s and I upload everything to my Flickr and our Costco photo account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about going minimalist here, I'm just talking about freeing myself so that I can focus on what REALLY matters and making (more) room in my life for the things I love doing the most. Besides, having more 'stuff' doesn't make me a happier person - and in a society driven by consumption, it can be hard to realize this truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-823663957993305302?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/823663957993305302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=823663957993305302&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/823663957993305302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/823663957993305302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-memories-get-rid-of-stuff.html' title='Keep the Memories, Get Rid of the Stuff!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4853778673813802416</id><published>2010-04-19T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:19:44.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>George Washington is a Felon!</title><content type='html'>I am crushed! Our own George Washington, some say the literal Father of our Country, owes over $300,000 in overdue library fines. According to the &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/apr/18/george-washington-library-new-york"&gt;UK Guardian&lt;/a&gt; old George checked out two volumes from the New York Society Library in 1789 and never returned them. What kind of example is that? Would it have delayed his crossing the Delaware that much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4853778673813802416?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4853778673813802416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4853778673813802416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4853778673813802416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4853778673813802416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/04/george-washington-is-felon.html' title='George Washington is a Felon!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-6842423814113402733</id><published>2010-04-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:14:18.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Raven!</title><content type='html'>Recently got into a discussion about animal spirit guides, or totems (all in fun of course). Come to find out based on all my birth information: whose House the moon was in, what Sign was rising, day and time of birth, my shoe size, etc., according to the Tlingit Indigenous People of the Pacific Northwest Coast, I am a Raven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda ironic since I hate to fly (in planes, not on my broom) and generally detest roadkill of any kind. Still, I do feel an eery kinship to the largest songbird in North America. Because of its jet-black color, it is associated with the night and the Earth and has been granted great power - TOWANDA! The Raven teaches the importance of being still and observing quietly until we can see both sides of the light. Must be why I'm such a good birder; I have keen eyesight and more patience than anyone else I know (I'm also a champion Bop-a-Mole player).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Raven also brings new things, new places, new ideas, and rebirth. Raven helps the worthy, but loves to trick the unsuspecting (BOY, DO I) and is as full of mischief as she is wonderful. Master trickster - I LIKE IT! Raven symbolizes the home of our ancestors, our personal stories and imprinted memories. Raven is distinctly earthy, and feminine (but I do use deodorant). Ravens are prophets, spell-casters, and messengers. Raven offers knowledge of the world to the people for safe keeping. I am infamous for being able to keep a secret. Forever, if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got it: create a calm environment, play soothing music, light a fire, grab some chocolate and indulge! I can SO do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-6842423814113402733?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6842423814113402733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=6842423814113402733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6842423814113402733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6842423814113402733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-raven.html' title='I&apos;m so Raven!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3208708077853912534</id><published>2010-03-22T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:16:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Insurance Reform Passes</title><content type='html'>I finally got my wish. I now have a president who has learned how to lead, finally admitting that no common ground with today's Republicans is possible, and once and for all revealed as the true obstructionists that they are. In spite of all the threats, outright lies, misinformation, and fear mongering (and all the unnecessary and redundant posturing by the "sanctity of life"), it IS a "first step." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, it will not yet stop the outrageous behaviors of insurance companies. As long as health care is for-profit, insurance companies will continue doing what they please. It is essentially a slap in the face to women, for reasons that go far beyond reproductive rights. It will still leave millions uninsured, and it’s still unclear how millions more will afford the insurance coverage they're now going to be required to buy. But these things can AND WILL be worked out over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are immediate benefits, to name a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My neighbor's eight year old autistic son will now qualify for his parents' health care plan (apparently being born with autism is a "pre-existing" condition)&lt;br /&gt;2) It will lower seniors' prescription drug prices by beginning to close the "donut hole" (too bad my Mom didn't live long enough to see that one)&lt;br /&gt;3) Requires plans to cover an enrollee's dependent children until age 26&lt;br /&gt;4) Offer tax credits to small businesses to purchase coverage&lt;br /&gt;5) Prohibit dropping people from coverage when they get sick in all individual plans (cancer came back a third time? Sorry, three strikes and you're out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is much more work to be done and plenty of people, organizations, and corporations will figure out how to exploit it, but it's a start. The income disparity in America has never been greater and it is time the people who have helped tilt the system in their favor start paying for some of America’s problems.&lt;br /&gt;The door is now open, and hopefully, in the coming years, it will morph into something with a public option - or better yet, single payer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And John McCain vows to keep fighting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3208708077853912534?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3208708077853912534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3208708077853912534&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3208708077853912534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3208708077853912534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/03/health-care-reform-passes.html' title='Health Insurance Reform Passes'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8310862443672555638</id><published>2010-02-14T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:42:27.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RV Virgins No More</title><content type='html'>It's fitting that we return from our first RV trip on Valentine's Day. Yes, we took the plunge and bought a 21 foot Travel Trailer last month. This was our Maiden Voyage and boy, did we ever have a blast! I can say this NOW that I'm home, freshly showered &amp; shampooed, wearing clean jammies and working on my 2nd healthy-sized glass of Rogue Vineyards (Columbia Valley, Washington) Chardonnay. Mr itsme has a Tuscan-style tri-tip (white wine &amp; rosemary) on the BBQ and I'm steamming fresh carrots &amp; broccoli. Can life get any better than this? Only in California right? Holy Cow, it's 71 degs at 5:40pm. Don't hate me because I'm not shoveling snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8310862443672555638?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8310862443672555638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8310862443672555638&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8310862443672555638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8310862443672555638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/02/rv-virgins-no-more.html' title='RV Virgins No More'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-6520848202034799219</id><published>2010-02-05T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:26:20.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Addition</title><content type='html'>Brandon James Edwin born tonight, 7:45pm. 7lbs, 15oz, 21 inches. I'm in awe! My late Brother Ed's 5th Grandchild and 2nd Grandson. He would have been so happy. Mom, Dad, and Sisters Allysa &amp; Jordan are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world little Brandon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-6520848202034799219?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6520848202034799219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=6520848202034799219&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6520848202034799219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6520848202034799219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-family-addition.html' title='New Family Addition'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8736798185618798166</id><published>2010-01-27T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:11:38.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the Union Address 2010</title><content type='html'>Dear President Obama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I want to hear you talk about 3 things: jobs, economic security and health care reform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear about the steps you will take in saving American jobs from outsourcing. Each job we lose everyday is a job lost. You said during your campaign that you would stop the outsourcing of jobs to cheaper countries like India, but you aren’t talking about that anymore. How about some tax credits for small businesses that stay in the USA? How about helping students pay off college debt and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;cracking down on Wall Street? How about a stimulus package for everyday Americans? I am tired of the empty rhetoric, your obsession for Republican love and approval, and this stupid “freeze” gimmick. I want to hear you challenge the left and right wing of the House and Senate to write and pass laws that will work for &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to forcefully and decisively charge the Democrats to pass a healthcare bill that includes a strong public option. Remind them of the mandated majority that swept them to victory in the first place because in 2012 they might not be so lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Mr. President, I hope you realize you need to &lt;strong&gt;lead&lt;/strong&gt; and to fight for the promises you made in your campaign. The American People elected a Democrat and you have to start listening to the American People.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8736798185618798166?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8736798185618798166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8736798185618798166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8736798185618798166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8736798185618798166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/01/state-of-union-address-2010.html' title='State of the Union Address 2010'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8950011687174619944</id><published>2010-01-14T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:59:13.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Face of Ignorance</title><content type='html'>Pat Robertson is a fraud, an uneducated charlatan and snake oil salesman who has neither heart nor soul. He peddles hate and calls it religion while wearing his $1,000 suits and living in his $16 million mansion. Just when I thought religion and religious people couldn't be more comical for the ignorant things they believe, this whack-job opens his mouth. He is the poster child of the conservative movement in this country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe that people actually believe his garbage. His insane comment about the victims of earthquake-ravaged Haiti as being "cursed" because of a &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/2010/01/14/2010-01-14_white_house_adviser_valerie_.html"&gt;"pact to the devil"&lt;/a&gt; is yet another classic example of why our Founding Fathers wrote into our Constitution the separation of church and state. If religious fanatics like this man were elected to high office, he'd be burning witches in front of the US Capital building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm wrong, I thought that one of the main tenets of the christian faith was to love thy neighbor and treat others like you'd want to be treated. Why then, would Pat Robertson say such a heinous thing about Haiti at a time when tens of thousands of people are dying from a natural disaster? If he were a Christian he might be more concerned with the human suffering than assigning meaningless moral blame. He is a sadistic money-maker who will say any outlandish foolishness to start a controversy to get attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, his comments are not a big surprise. Reverend Robertson is a delusional, hypocritical, religious parasite who is completely out of line and showing nothing short of complete insensitivity. We have been listening to this type of garbage from the far right far too long. (Unfortunately, we will have to listen to one more idiot now that Fox news has added their new commentator to their lineup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So send your relief money for Haiti to the Red Cross, UNICEF, etc., and don't send to any so-called Christian relief organizations. Chances are it will end up in the pocket of someone like Pat Robertson, who when he dies, will become fodder for worms, just like the rest of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8950011687174619944?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8950011687174619944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8950011687174619944&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8950011687174619944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8950011687174619944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/01/pat-robertson-is-face-of-ignorance.html' title='The Face of Ignorance'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-442498865371948367</id><published>2010-01-01T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:49:44.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year . . . and Don't Look Back</title><content type='html'>I don't make New Year's resolutions anymore. I do, however, like to believe that at the beginning of a new year -and with 2010, a new decade- that I can wipe the slate clean and make a fresh start. I've finally come to that point in my life when I realize what matters, what never did, and what always will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will focus on letting go of things (like making resolutions) that deflect my attention from the really important things. What a person pursues in life depends on what she values. My values, basic tastes and preferences determine my priorities and the way I occupy myself and spend my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will educate, agitate, and organize, but not necessarily in that order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-442498865371948367?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/442498865371948367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=442498865371948367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/442498865371948367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/442498865371948367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-and-dont-look-back.html' title='Happy New Year . . . and Don&apos;t Look Back'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8202847889700712006</id><published>2009-12-25T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:27:21.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>Wow, hard to believe another Christmas has come and gone. I've been thinking that this has been the best Christmas yet, and I haven't received one single present (OK, from my friend KD in Arizona). Lots and lots of time visiting family (all 3 sides) from baking with all the kiddlings in the family to sharing Christmas Day brunch with youngest brother and Christmas dinner with middle brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping that you and yours (lightly included) have a wonderful holiday season, or, what's left of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8202847889700712006?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8202847889700712006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8202847889700712006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8202847889700712006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8202847889700712006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-2009.html' title='Merry Christmas 2009'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4824532265041471321</id><published>2009-12-03T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T07:33:15.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking with Mario Batali</title><content type='html'>Three times this week, I've dreamed I've been cooking with Mario Batali. There I am in my Chef whites and orange Crocs -but thankfully not in shorts- chopping, dicing, and mincing alongside Mario in the Iron Chef kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this latest dream however, I'm grousing about how much I hate chopping, dicing, and mincing. I tell him I'm more of a folding, whipping, and beating kinda gal (as in baking techniques, so get your mind out of the gutter!) He starts lecturing me about how all great Chefs start out doing menial tasks like washing dishes and peeling potatoes and how sometimes we have to do things we will not understand until much later. Pretty wise words from a culinary school dropout who believes that shorts are acceptable attire every day of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole exchange reminded me of the conversation between Daniel-san and Mr. Miyagi in the Karate Kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Miyagi returns from fishing as Daniel is painting the house&lt;/strong&gt;] Oh, miss spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;: What spot? Hey, how come you didn't tell me you were goin' fishing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miyagi&lt;/strong&gt;: You not here when I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, maybe I wanted to go, you ever think of that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miyagi&lt;/strong&gt;: You karate training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm what? I'm bein' your goddamn slave is what I'm bein' here man, now c'mon we made a deal here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miyagi&lt;/strong&gt;: So? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel:&lt;/strong&gt; So? So, you're supposed to teach and I'm supposed to learn! For 4 days I've been bustin' my ass, and haven't learned a goddamn thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miyagi&lt;/strong&gt;: You learn plenty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;: I learn plenty, yeah, I learned how to sand your decks maybe. I washed your car, paint your house, paint your fence. I learn plenty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miyagi&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah, not everything is as seems... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in my dream Mario was right: the basic skills (for anything in life) are the most important of all. But ultimately, Mr. Miyagi was right &lt;strong&gt;"Man who catch fly with chopsticks accomplish anything."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4824532265041471321?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4824532265041471321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4824532265041471321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4824532265041471321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4824532265041471321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/12/cooking-with-mario-batali.html' title='Cooking with Mario Batali'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-6889802104953286991</id><published>2009-11-20T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:12:16.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Shortage Announced</title><content type='html'>There is a Communist plot to destroy the holidays this year. First a shortage of Eggo waffles and NOW &lt;a href="http://www.verybestbaking.com/libbys/classic/shortage.aspx"&gt;pumpkin puree.&lt;/a&gt; What in heaven's name will be next? Cranberries, miniature marshmallows, Campbell's cream of mushroom soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping TODAY and will buy every can of pumpkin puree on my grocery store shelf - yes, I have been reduced to hoarding, but Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie? SACRELIGIOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-6889802104953286991?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6889802104953286991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=6889802104953286991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6889802104953286991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6889802104953286991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-shortage-announced.html' title='Pumpkin Shortage Announced'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2764789011671965585</id><published>2009-11-19T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:57:04.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mammogram Study</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't be surprised, but this is a new low for the GOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only women's issues hit the political circuit. Abortion, reproductive rights, birth control, and now mammograms are routinely attacked by a group comprised largely of men. Why are women always underrepresented in these matters? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prostate exams show a remarkably similar efficiency and also carry the "risks" of stress, false positives, and unnecessary biopsies, yet there is no movement to deter men from getting examinations. And just to keep this topic gender neutral, last week I lost a 46 year old male friend to colon cancer, so it would seem logical (to me) that similar studies on the benefits of automatic colonoscopy at 40 is probably worthwhile but that will probably never happen. As usual, the GOP brings nothing to the table except fear mongering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this climate, when we are all paying attention to how we can decrease the cost of health care, the only conclusion I can come to is that it's economically motivated. Forty-nine states require insurers to cover screenings for women 40 and older. Medicare also pays for the procedure. So now, a federal committee of so-called medical experts recommends against routine mammograms for women in their 40s, saying it is not worth subjecting some patients to unnecessary biopsies, radiation and stress from false positives. HELLO, of course, there will be false-positives. &lt;strong&gt;It is the false-negatives that kill you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breast cancer runs in my family (both sides) and I’ve had yearly mammograms for years now. I’ve had to have repeat mammograms and an even an ultrasound because of “something suspicious.” Yes, it was very stressful and made me extremely anxious but finding out that it was a false alarm was so wonderful that it made up for the anxiety. I cannot imagine any woman thinking that it is worse to have stress and anxiety and a repeat mammogram or even a biopsy than delaying treatment for actual breast cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many on the Right are now screaming that this is prove positive for the Republican assertion that the Democrats' proposed health reforms would lead to reduced care for patients (aka ‘Rationing’). I’m thinking it’s more likely the task force has been swayed by insurance companies that stand to save money if fewer screenings are performed. Bottom line: we simply cannot continue to allow the insurance industry to continue to drive health-care decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republicans suddenly care about the health care of American Women? Right. &lt;strong&gt;When pigs fly!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2764789011671965585?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2764789011671965585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2764789011671965585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2764789011671965585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2764789011671965585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-mammogram-study.html' title='New Mammogram Study'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-7378200967635956828</id><published>2009-11-19T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:01:55.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>USPS = GRINCH!</title><content type='html'>This is just &lt;a href="http://cbs4.com/local/letter.santa.claus.2.1322280.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I grew up watching "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" (the one voiced by Mickey Rooney and Bing Crosby) and one of the tenets of that show was that &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of the letters written by children from all over the world were answered by the North Pole. Christmas is a time of wonder and joy and I have written my fair share of Letters to Santa over the years and was always thrilled beyond belief when I got my personal response from Santa (or one of his Elves). How can we as Americans allow the US Postal Service to continue to take away our culture and traditions just to save a little money? I mean COME ON, the government can bail out all kinds of big business and waste our tax dollars anyway they want but they can’t bail out Santa Claus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USPS I hope you find lumps of coal in your Christmas stockings this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-7378200967635956828?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7378200967635956828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=7378200967635956828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7378200967635956828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7378200967635956828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/11/usps-grinch.html' title='USPS = GRINCH!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3920066238749179044</id><published>2009-11-19T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:05:15.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggo My Eggo!</title><content type='html'>OMG, two of the four plants that make Eggo waffles have had an "&lt;a href="http://www2.kelloggs.com/general.aspx?id=3006&amp;terms=eggo"&gt;Interuption in production&lt;/a&gt;" (terrorists???) and it will take until the middle of 2010 -next summer- before shelves around the country can be fully restocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can laugh, but this is serious!!! Forget about health care reform, the war on terror, the economy, etc., write your congressperson NOW and tell them to do whatever it takes to get those Eggo's back in the stores. The American way of life depends on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to help my fellow Americans get through this difficult time, here is my own recipe for homemade waffles - the only catch is that you have to have a waffle iron. I know, I know, it's not the frozen, tasteless cardboard you're all used to, but it'll do in this time of great despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ItMeCissy's Homemade Waffles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs &lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oil or melted butter &lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cups milk &lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon sugar &lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons baking powder &lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the waffle maker (spray with non-stick cooking spray). &lt;br /&gt;Beat the eggs with a hand beater in a medium bowl until light and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;Beat in remaining waffle recipe ingredients, just until smooth (try not to over beat).&lt;br /&gt;Pour batter from a cup or pitcher onto the center of the waffle maker.&lt;br /&gt;Close lid and bake about 5 minutes or until the waffle maker stops steaming.&lt;br /&gt;Serve immediately with lots of butter, maple syrup, fresh fruit, etc.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;Minimum Tools Required:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waffle maker (non-stick preferred) &lt;br /&gt;measuring cup and spoons &lt;br /&gt;whisk or hand mixer &lt;br /&gt;medium mixing bowl and spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just doing my part to lessen your misery, somehow, we'll all get through this together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3920066238749179044?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3920066238749179044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3920066238749179044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3920066238749179044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3920066238749179044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/11/leggo-my-eggo.html' title='Leggo My Eggo!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8731681126676043681</id><published>2009-11-09T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:35:46.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Retire</title><content type='html'>Now that I am able to see the big 'R' in the light at the end of my tunnel, I find myself wondering what I'm going to do with my life after I retire. Mr. itsme and I have agreed that we want to travel. We've even started looking at travel trailers (since we do not fly) and the rest of my family all have RV's or trailers, so there'd be no shortage of people to "RV with," not that we'd always need them to RV with. I don't think we'll do the boat thing since it's often said that a boat is just a big black hole in the water you throw money into. A friend advises that the best way to have a boat is to have a friend that has a boat. That works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for a summer working in retail sales (NO THANK YOU EVER AGAIN) libraries have been my life. Still, I don't want to retire from my University library to work again in a library, probably a public library, for less money. And probably for people less experienced than me. (Sounds snooty, I know). I have a comfortable, non-threatening look about me, kinda like a friendly-faced Golden Retriever without the lolling tongue and wagging tail, although I have been known to drool occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to bake, cook (I read cookbooks for pleasure), entertain, and make guests comfortable in my home (hmmm, sounds a little Geisha-like; alas, I'm over 21, too old to be a Geisha). I'm also the person who when in a store, any store, gets stopped by other shoppers and asked my opinion about which of these measuring cups is better (true story while in Ross Dress for Less) or while in the grocery store a man showed me a recipe he was trying for the first time and needed cannellini beans and did I know about them. Or what wine goes best with beef stew? Stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent true story was about 2 weeks ago. I was in the Le Creuset Outlet store looking for a new cork puller, and a man and his son came in looking for a particular kitchen gadget. The store clerk - a mere youngster - didn't know what he was talking about, and since I am also an avid eavesdropper, I excused my busybodyness and told him he needed a mandolin. He wanted to make long shreds of zucchini to substitute for pasta, and since I own two mandolins of my own and make a great sauteed zucchini dish using the same technique, I knew EXACTLY what he needed. &lt;br /&gt;I even told the guy the best store to purchase his mandolin from (and it wasn't the store we were in).  Note: I should give credit to Mr. itsme for the zucchini recipe since he was the first in our house to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've narrowed it down to working (part-time because I will be on the road a lot) to a kitchen gadget store like Williams Sonoma, Crate &amp; Barrel, Home Goods, etc. (think of the discounts I'll get) or some kind of specialty food boutique like (I like the word boutique) Harry &amp; David or Rocky Mountain Candy Factory, etc. I think I'd even like being a Food Demonstrator at Costco, at least I could dish (pun intended) with other members about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait, I have another idea. I loved the movie 'You've got mail' (even though the grammar usage is horrible in that title), I'll be a Meg Ryan-type and have a bookstore like the "Little Shop Around the Corner" that gets run out of business by the big bad big box book store . . . oh, maybe that's a bad idea afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I still have a few years to nail it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8731681126676043681?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8731681126676043681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8731681126676043681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8731681126676043681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8731681126676043681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-retire.html' title='When I Retire'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1054299549998759213</id><published>2009-11-01T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:32:14.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dia de los Muertos!</title><content type='html'>We passed a local Catholic cemetery this afternoon and it was packed with cars and people. The whole place was alive with color and movement. Family members were sprucing up gravesites, decorating them with flowers - primarily large, bright flowers such as marigolds and chrysanthemums - setting out and enjoying a picnic, and interacting socially with other family and community members who were also gathered at the cemetery. The meals prepared for these picnics are sumptuous, usually featuring meat dishes in spicy sauces, cookies, chocolate, and sugary confections in a variety of animal or skull shapes, as well as a special egg-batter bread called “Pan de Muerto” (Bread of the Dead). Similar to the Mardi Gras’ King Cake, it is considered good luck to be the one who bites into the plastic toy skeleton hidden by the baker in each rounded loaf. It is also traditional to remember the departed by telling stories about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the time to remember my late older brother Ed who passed away 2 years ago today. Too young to die for sure, and still greatly missed by me. I also remembered my Mom who passed away 2 years ago this January to come. Some might consider 76 ‘young’ but she had been ill for so long and had suffered enough, it was a blessing that she died in her sleep as she had wished. This time of year was her favorite and I am just like her in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell one story about each of them it would be these, first my brother: one Saturday, husband and I went to my brother’s house for dinner and just hanging out. They (husband &amp; brother) decided to chop some wood for a fire. Pretty soon they came rushing into the house to say that Ed had to go to the ER right away. Husband drives him there. When the Dr asks my brother how so many splinters got embedded into his hand, he replies “we were chopping firewood,” and husband chimes in “with our hands.” Later, my SIL and I learned that a bottle of Jack Daniels was involved in the wood chopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Mom: she was an enthusiastic Grandmother. During high school, many moons ago, my oldest nephew Richard played the Lead in the school’s production of Cyrano (de Bergerac), huge, ugly nose and all. So while Cyrano is hiding in the bushes feeding words of love to Christian the Nobleman who in turn recites them to the lovely Roxane, Mom gets involved, and with tears in her eyes she unconsciously sobs “Oh Richard!” out loud. My nephew turns beat red and says “Grandma!!!!!!” and the entire audience roared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1054299549998759213?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1054299549998759213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1054299549998759213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1054299549998759213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1054299549998759213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-dia-de-los-muertos.html' title='Happy Dia de los Muertos!'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8162874482849469521</id><published>2009-10-09T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:11:33.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations President Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>The Norwegian Nobel Committee has awarded the &lt;a href="http://blogs.wsj.com/washwire/2009/10/09/nobel-committee-member-nuclear-disarmament-efforts-won-obama-the-prize/"&gt;2009 Nobel Peace Prize &lt;/a&gt;to President Obama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, the Republican Party is furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The real question Americans are asking is, 'What has President Obama actually accomplished?'" reads a statement from the Republican National Committee. "It is unfortunate that the president's star power has outshined tireless advocates who have made real achievements working towards peace and human rights. One thing is certain -- President Obama won't be receiving any awards from Americans for job creation, fiscal responsibility, or backing up rhetoric with concrete action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their conclusion: the Nobel Prize is more burden than benefit for the White House and he should turn the prize down. Our President wins motivation to seek world peace and Republicans jeer. Why am I not surprised? It's bad for the President of the United States of America to speak to our children and encourage them to stay in school and to set goals. It's good for America to lose an Olympic bid, so good in fact, that Republicans applaud and celebrate America's loss. It's bad for the world community to respect our President (Obama), but good for world community to despise our President (Bush). It's bad for everyone when the President of the United States is honored with the most historically prestigious award recognized by both America and our global neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize was awarded "for his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples;" a progressive holding of the meaning of "peace" if ever there ever was one. Even the Nobel Committee knew there would be criticism for their unanimous selection and stated “... this was primarily an award on his work on and commitment to nuclear disarmament – and his dialogue. Of course there will be criticism, because he hasn’t achieved his goals yet. It will take time, but this is a support.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nobel Peace Prize is a tribute to the President but even more to our country, to all Americans. He was elected to office at a time when respect for this country was at an all-time low and went to work right away to restore our standing in the world. Any American who is not proud today is a Republican!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8162874482849469521?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8162874482849469521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8162874482849469521&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8162874482849469521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8162874482849469521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/10/congratulations-president-barack-obama.html' title='Congratulations President Barack Obama'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-426591148886533010</id><published>2009-09-23T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:31:21.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Benefits of Being 55&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;(read somewhere while surfing the net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that the age of 55 is young and not a near death experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to worry about body parts falling because they are already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that worrying just takes away your precious time because it doesn't change anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't allow people to rent space in your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that your weaknesses gave you your strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize this is "me" time and I have the rest of my life to enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the distant horizon clearer than when you were in your twenties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still think like a 25 yr old but now you can apply wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand knowledge is power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe stronger than ever that beauty comes from within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get more attention because the youngins think you need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use the excuse that you are tired and get away with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forget something, blame it on the age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make mistakes, blame it on the age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realized that turning forty was actually young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that you are considered a "youngin" by those older than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that Franklin Roosevelt had it right when he said "You have nothing to fear but fear itself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the option in many companies and government agencies to retire from working if you chose (YES, today in fact).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand what "life is a journey, enjoy the ride" really means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You search for something more meaningful than money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-426591148886533010?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/426591148886533010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=426591148886533010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/426591148886533010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/426591148886533010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is My Birthday'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3296489688401264114</id><published>2009-09-17T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:36:52.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>County Fairs</title><content type='html'>When I share with people that I am an avid supporter of County fairs, I usually get a puzzled look. To me, County fairs celebrate tradition and hardwork in a time when ‘instant gratification’ is a way of life. The Santa Cruz County Fair, in Watsonville, CA is a special event and I’ve been a participant for about 10 years. Not only is it where I live, it’s small and quaint, just the way a County fair should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There truly is something for everyone: carnival rides for kids (little &amp; big), farm animals raised by 4-H Clubs from the four surrounding counties that demonstrate skills and talents far fewer kids are interested in these days; it’s a place for local businesses to display their wares and services, and exhibits that showcase locally grown fruits, veggies &amp; flowers to help us better understand the importance of agriculture – and why we must never allow it to disappear. It’s about silly-looking clowns making balloon animals and zipping around in tiny cars or scooters. It’s about the tractor parade. It’s about color guards proudly carrying flags. It’s about all ages coming together to have a good time. It’s about community pride, tradition, and a sense of place. It’s about our agricultural heritage and our urban legacy, mixing new visions with old traditions. The fair is also a celebration of true community and an exemplar of how we can live on this planet sustainably, rationally and harmoniously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I enter some of my baked goods and I try and do something different each year. I won three 1st Place Blue Ribbons and one 2nd Place Red Ribbon this year (it’s all about winning ribbons for me!!!) I took first place with my chocolate chip cookies, my Meyer lemon bundt cake, and my chocolate cupcakes. My banana nut bread netted me the second place ribbon. And I’m already thinking about what I’ll bake for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The County fair is a place to go for a break from the daily grind. Let’s hope it never loses that appeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3296489688401264114?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3296489688401264114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3296489688401264114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3296489688401264114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3296489688401264114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/09/county-fairs.html' title='County Fairs'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8314762300125885604</id><published>2009-09-15T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:38:24.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Outburst Month</title><content type='html'>September has been interesting, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Republican Congressclown Joe Wilson calling the President a liar during the Joint Congressional Address, then Serena Williams threatening bodily injury to a line judge at the U.S. Open, and now Kanye West throwing a hissy and interrupting Taylor Swift’s acceptance speech on the MTV Video Music Awards. Just what is up with becoming so overly emotional and downright rude in public? Let me preface that by saying that I believe Serena and Kanye definitely had spontaneous outbursts, but I think ol Joe planned his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ironic to me that so many people are outraged by what each of them have done. I mean COME ON, we love rude in this country! Don't we? Reality TV is all about the loudest and rudest ‘Bad Asses’ the networks can find. Most people LOVE this stuff which is why network TV is overrun with reality-type programming and also the reason I no longer watch network TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s my personal bias but I partly fault the social networks like Facebook, MySpace, Twitter and the rest. We live in an age of total disclosure and total expression, with very little concern for the feelings of others. Being able to comment about others from a distance and with anonymity is the Internet’s hallmark, as well as its poison. Gone is the Golden Rule, the idea that you should treat others how you wish to be treated. I think it all boils down to the three W’s (Wilson, Williams, and West) thinking that because they are successful they can get away with anything. They already know that if they have an outburst in public, there's a certain element of their fan base that expect it, i.e., “that’s just Kanye being Kanye”and will probably love them for it. That’s sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Beyonce’s parents for raising her right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8314762300125885604?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8314762300125885604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8314762300125885604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8314762300125885604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8314762300125885604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/09/national-outburst-month.html' title='National Outburst Month'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5187608444532612651</id><published>2009-09-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:03:43.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11, 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What I wrote last year, I thought about it and I don't think I can do any better, so I'm re-playing it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life-altering changes. I guess if you live long enough, it probably happens more than once. For me it was the assassinations of JFK, RFK, MLK, Jr., and the Challenger explosion. I will always remember where I was and what I was doing when I heard about or witnessed these events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001 were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I didn’t have any family or friends die that day, I did have a friend, a Nurse, working in Manhattan who lived through the whole nightmare. At the University, we were deeply saddened when we learned that Alumni Jason Dahl, a 1980 Graduate in Aeronautical Engineering, was the Pilot and Captain of the crew of Flight 93, the plane that crashed in a field just outside Shanksville, Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overwhelming majority of casualties were ordinary people like you and me, including nationals from over 90 different countries. Let’s never forget that excluding the 19 hijackers, 2,974 people died in the attacks. Another 24 are missing and presumed dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, seven years have come and gone. In those years we moved on, we put 9/11 aside with all our other memories. Very briefly, we came together as a nation to help and comfort each other when we were all just human beings on common ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope on this tragic 7th Anniversary, we remember what is still good about our country and the innocent men, women and children who lost their lives. Let’s also remember the Heroes who responded to the emergency and the people who continue to sacrifice every day to help stop conflict around the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5187608444532612651?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5187608444532612651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5187608444532612651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5187608444532612651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5187608444532612651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-11-2001.html' title='September 11, 2001'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4060710760010114973</id><published>2009-09-09T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:17:42.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/09/09</title><content type='html'>While having my teeth cleaned this morning, my Hygienist and I had a conversation about the meaning of the abundance of nines in the date today. She had the advantage of course since I was on my lying on my back with one of those water-sucker-outers in my mouth, so I couldn't contribute much to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though technically there's nothing special about the symmetrical date, some concerned with the history and meaning of numbers ascribe powerful significance to 09/09/09. Still, many believe that this is the last day in the history of the human race. But at 9am this morning nothing happened, although there is still the possibility that the world could end at precisely 9pm of course, right after President Obama's health care speech. That would be one less thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today does see the release of a Beatles computer game, as well as the release of their digitally remastered back catalogue (YES!) and the announcement of the new Apple iPod. The new animated feature film, "9," set in a post-apocalyptic world, will open in movie theatres today and American county clerks offer special $99 "09/09/09" wedding prices (wonder how much a divorce costs?) And isn't the number 999 just 666 turned upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's probably all a bunch a HOOEY. Some people are very good at looking for meaning and patterns in randomness – it's one of the reasons, some say, humans are such a successful species. But the price is that we see significance in things that aren't there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'll tomorrow. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4060710760010114973?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4060710760010114973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4060710760010114973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4060710760010114973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4060710760010114973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html' title='09/09/09'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-6891568218855511605</id><published>2009-09-04T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:18:41.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Furlough Friday</title><content type='html'>I am spending my unpaid day off (the first of 2 this month) making brownies for my nephew's Fire Fighting Academy potluck on Saturday. Adam (my youngest brother's son) is attending a six month program in Monterey to become a Fire Fighter and will graduate on December 15th. Since June he's been spending weekends with us as it's a much shorter distance to Monterey from our house than his in Milpitas. We have enjoyed having (and spoiling) him. Mr. itsme &amp; I take turns making his favorites for dinner each weekend. One weekend Mr. itsme BBQ'd and one time he made fajitas. Last, I made Beef Stroganoff. Tonight I'm making a chicken, artichoke, mushroom bake, served over quinoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whipped up a big ol batch of brownies, loosely adapted from  a recipe Ina Garten does, and they are now cooling. I also made a lemon bundt cake filled with fresh strawberries since that is one of the things Watsonville is known for, plus it will be good practice for next weekend when I turn in all my baking entries for the Santa Cruz County Fair (I expect lots of blue ribbons again this year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful day on the coast of the Monterey Bay. The unusual heat we've been having has thankfully let up. I actually slept last night. I'll probably run some errands and do a little dead-heading in the front yard. Can't wait for Fall and apple &amp; pumpkin season as well as the chillier weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-6891568218855511605?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6891568218855511605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=6891568218855511605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6891568218855511605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/6891568218855511605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/09/furlough-friday.html' title='Furlough Friday'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-745620014318619102</id><published>2009-09-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:05:56.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Interesting Bogs</title><content type='html'>In my "Other Interesting Blogs" section, please note I've added Saguaro Wanderings. This place is the creation of my new friend James. He is an excellent photographer and wise Sage. Go and read and comment...he needs the traffic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-745620014318619102?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/745620014318619102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=745620014318619102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/745620014318619102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/745620014318619102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/09/other-interesting-bogs.html' title='Other Interesting Bogs'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1661097100220149853</id><published>2009-08-31T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:40:28.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Family Wedding</title><content type='html'>Saturday one of my nephews got married. It was an outdoor California-style wedding. You all know the kind. My own handsome Mr. itsme officiated (in a black tuxedo no less) and it was a toasty 104 degrees in the shade. In fact, it was so hot, the moisturizer melted off my forehead and ran down into my eyes. Let me tell you, you have not experienced misery until 'Clinque Dramatically Different Moisturizer' seeps into your eyes setting them on fire! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bride and Groom have known each other since childhood so this was a highly anticipated wedding in my family. The Bride's, not so much. (I'll save that story for another post). My middle brother and sister-in-law, having reached the ripe old age of 53 and 51 respectively, are anxious to become Grandparents so my brother texted the Newlyweds while they were setting sail for their Honeymoon cruise to Mexico. Tacky. But I was just watching the path of hurricane Jimena that's happening down Mexico way and realized my brother just may get his wish. Their cruise's itinerary has changed and they'll be spending a little more time on board...hmmmmmmm....at least until Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all over and everyone can breathe again, my sister-in-law emailed me this morning to thank us for all our help and support. She ended with "We have a wonderful family." Yup. I have to agree. God bless us every one...as well as those newest members yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1661097100220149853?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1661097100220149853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1661097100220149853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1661097100220149853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1661097100220149853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-family-wedding.html' title='Another Family Wedding'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-7475961285352811076</id><published>2009-08-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:39:49.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a New Member of the "10 Year Club"</title><content type='html'>I had my very first colonoscopy this morning - 4 years later than I should. Everything they say is true: the prep days are the worst, anticipating the day of is worse than the actual procedure, and lots of good drugs, etc. Pam sent me Dave Berry's essay about his and it was funnier than anything (thanks Pam) and mostly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was pretty much awake and aware -but in absolutely NO PAIN or discomfort at all- I did not opt to view what was going on on-screen. I did get some lovely COLOR pictures afterwards and will send them out with my Christmas cards this year, send me your address if you want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part? Juice and muffins waiting for me afterwards, my first solid food in 2 days. I ate lots of green jello, lemon-lime gator aide, chicken broth and butterscotch hard candies. Drinking that MoviPrep liquid was horrid but I chased it with gator aide and ice water so as not to gag. Vodka would have been better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST BEST PART was knowing I'm OK and polyp and cancer-free. If any of you have been putting off having this procedure, don't delay any longer, if I can do it, anyone can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-7475961285352811076?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7475961285352811076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=7475961285352811076&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7475961285352811076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7475961285352811076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-new-member-of-10-year-club.html' title='I&apos;m a New Member of the &quot;10 Year Club&quot;'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-7736371837369555387</id><published>2009-08-03T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:40:18.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny People</title><content type='html'>Mr. Itsme and I went to see 'Funny People' yesterday afternoon. IMHO, the film spends far too many of its 2 hours and 26 minutes joking and obsessing about a very specific part of the male anatomy - kinda like when Eddie Murphy did stand-up and used the word Mother*ucker every 3 seconds - I just stopped listening. The clincher was when I had to look at my watch only an hour in, that’s when I knew it wasn’t working for me. And just when the film started to move toward some kind of meaning, you got nothing but a cheap laugh and the moment was ‘poof’ gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that bothered me was that Adam Sandler’s character wasn’t even likeable; I didn’t feel sorry for him for one single moment, even when we got his terminal diagnosis from the Doctor. He was a jerk before he was ill, and remained a jerk while ill. You’d think someone with so little time left would change his ways a tad. This was one person who could leave this planet forever and would not be missed by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the movie’s title, ‘Funny People’ is neither funny nor sad. It’s really more like a tragedy when so many (supposedly) funny people can’t make a funny movie. There were lots of cameos by many well-know comedians like Ray Romano, Paul Reiser, &amp; Sarah Silverman to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take that back, the movie is sad after all, just not for the right reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-7736371837369555387?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7736371837369555387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=7736371837369555387&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7736371837369555387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7736371837369555387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-people.html' title='Funny People'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2557273253075159828</id><published>2009-07-30T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:34:01.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beer Summit</title><content type='html'>Finally, we have a President &lt;strong&gt;the rest of us&lt;/strong&gt; would like to have a beer with, that all-American (male) bonding gesture. But 'Bud Lite?' I thought they were going to drink beer? (make mine a microbrew please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the Press tomorrow "Did he have a head on his beer? Who took the first sip? Did anyone burp? And what did they drink out of? Did they clink their mugs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez Louise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHT BULB just came on: maybe a beer pong tournament with Congress would help round up those Blue Dogs and get the whole healthcare mess resolved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2557273253075159828?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2557273253075159828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2557273253075159828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2557273253075159828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2557273253075159828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/07/beer-summit.html' title='The Beer Summit'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-11601261753111653</id><published>2009-07-30T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:06:54.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Seen This Morning</title><content type='html'>"Some people are always grumbling that roses have thorns. I'm thankful that thorns have roses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-11601261753111653?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/11601261753111653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=11601261753111653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/11601261753111653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/11601261753111653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sign-seen-this-morning.html' title='Sign Seen This Morning'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5497509499935310881</id><published>2009-07-08T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:52:33.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"King of Pop" or "Wacko Jacko?"</title><content type='html'>Definitely the “King of Online Traffic” according to &lt;a href="http://gigaom.com/2009/07/07/michael-jacksons-memorial-online-traffic-pushes-internets-limits/"&gt;GigaOM&lt;/a&gt; that reported the second-largest day in terms of total traffic on its network. Akamai delivered more than 2,185,000 live and on-demand streams in both the Flash and Windows Media formats. While dreadful news for all Michael Jackson fans and music lovers around the world, his death is good for business, apparently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wager that more people have heard a Michael Jackson record or felt outraged about his private life than know what's going on in Iran. Needing a ticket for the memorial (many who won tickets never planned on attending, just wanted to sell the tickets), the merchandising, the constant media attention. Coming out of the woodwork are people that didn't really care that much, suddenly claiming to be 'big fans.' (Did Michael Jackson REALLY make Magic Johnson a better point guard???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood Michael Jackson. He spent his entire adult life trying to recapture a childhood (he claimed) he had never known. Why else would he have created “Neverland” and told an interviewer “I am Peter Pan?” I didn’t hate him; nor did I especially admire him. There were too many unanswered questions regarding child molestation. What else is there to think of a grown man sleeping in the same bed with little children? That bizarre picture of him dangling his baby from a hotel balcony still creeps me out. And the plastic surgery that ultimately deformed his face? I actually heard someone say yesterday on one of the news channels that his face was a work of art...yeah, if the artist was Hieronymus Bosch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate the contributions he’s made to the music and dance world. I remember dancing to Off The Wall, Thriller and Bad, and seeing him “moonwalk” for the first time on TV. He was the consummate entertainer and I have no doubt his legacy will be felt in the world forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the media circus is far from over and we will be hearing more of the ugly, sordid details when the toxicology report is made public and the Jackson family begins fighting publicly over custody of his children and his money - I can't wait to hear more of what his doting Father has to say! Death does bring out the best in families doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Michael, wherever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5497509499935310881?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5497509499935310881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5497509499935310881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5497509499935310881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5497509499935310881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/07/king-of-pop-or-wacko-jacko.html' title='&quot;King of Pop&quot; or &quot;Wacko Jacko?&quot;'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-1071383347325737028</id><published>2009-06-23T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:17:53.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Krauthammer</title><content type='html'>My cousin's husband is a rabid, foaming at the mouth neo-con and yesterday, he sent me this Charles Krauthammer piece he thinks is "interesting" (it's really just itsmecissy bait). Here's my response (sorry for the length):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cuz,&lt;br /&gt;I, like Charles Krauthammer, am a psychic, who truly understands the depths and motivations of strangers. Thus, I am able to translate this into what it ‘actually means’ – let’s call it polemical hermeneutics: (he won't understand that part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A friend went to hear Charles Krauthammer. He listened with 25 others in a closed room. What he says here, is NOT 2nd-hand but 1st. You would do well to read and pass this along to EVERYBODY that loves his country. This is VERY serious for the direction of our country. The ramifications are staggering for us &amp;amp; our children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADAME itsmecissy TRANSLATES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend went to hear a lunatic conspiracy theorist. He listened with 25 other easily frightened rubes in a closed room so the public couldn't point out the insanity of the speaker's ramblings. What he says here, is NOT 2nd-hand but 1st and still meaningless polemic conjecture. You would do well to read and force it upon EVERYBODY who you know to be a crazy right wing conspiracy nut, or who you'd like to no longer take you seriously. This is VERY serious for the direction of our country because it shows that an increasing number of Americans are divorced from any political reality. The ramifications are staggering for us &amp;amp; our children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You wrote:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Last Monday was a profound evening, hearing Dr. Charles Krauthammer speak to the Center for the American Experiment. He is brilliant, intellectual, seasoned &amp;amp; articulate. He is forthright and careful in his analysis, and never resorts to emotions or personal insults. He is NOT a fear monger, nor an extremist in his comments and views. He is a fiscal conservative, and has a Pulitzer Prize for writing. He is a frequent contributor to Fox News and writes weekly for the Washington Post. The entire room was held spellbound during his talk. I have shared this with many of you and several have asked me to summarize his comments, as we are living in uncharted waters economically and internationally. Even 2 Dems at my table agreed with everything he said! If you feel like forwarding this to those who are open minded and have not drunk the Kool-Aid’, feel free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADAME itsmecissy's INTERPRETATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) These two statements contradict each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"He is brilliant, intellectual, seasoned &amp;amp; articulate."&lt;br /&gt;"He is a frequent contributor to Fox News..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) "Has a Pulitzer Prize for writing:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Charles Krauthammer is only wrong in two areas: Foreign Policy &amp;amp; Domestic Policy. He knows little about either. His words are drivel. He hides a lot of facts, or just lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Regarding being forthright, careful in his analysis, not extremist or a fear monger:&lt;/strong&gt; Two people viewing the same event will come away with different interpretations of that event. There is no such thing as completely unbiased reporting, as the initial gathering of facts, followed by decisions regarding which of these facts are worthy of covering in your allotted time, measured against other considerations (such as ratings, for instance) are all influenced by personal interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) And apparently you have to be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanexperiment.org/events/2009/2009-06-01.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to have not ‘drunk the Kool-Aid:’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A summary of Mr. Krauthammer’s comments: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Mr. Obama is a very intellectual, charming individual. He is not to be underestimated. He is a ‘cool customer’ who doesn't show his emotions. It's very hard to know what's ‘behind the mask’. Taking down the Clinton dynasty from a political neophyte was an amazing accomplishment. The Clintons still do not understand what hit them. Obama was in the perfect place at the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;itsmecissy: If Obama were white and had an Anglo sounding name this would not even be an issue. Unfortunately, Pulitzer Prize-winning writers who do not engage in juvenile name-calling can still be very much into simplistic analysis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Obama has political skills comparable to Reagan and Clinton. He has a way of making you think he's on your side, agreeing with your position, while doing the opposite. Pay no attention to what he SAYS; rather, watch what he DOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itsmecissy: Careful Charles, your bias is showing. But that’s OK, bias is good. I have no problem with opinions expressed in newspapers as some others do. I prefer to know exactly where columnists are coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Obama has a ruthless quest for power. He did not come to Washington to make something out of himself, but rather to change everything, including dismantling capitalism. He can’t be straightforward on his ambitions, as the public would not go along. He has a heavy hand, and wants to ‘level the playing field’ with income redistribution and punishment to the achievers of society. He would like to model the USA to Great Britain or Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itsmecisssy: Why not just come out &amp;amp; say what you really think? Obama is black and that scares you. Obama (according to many of your cronies) is a socialist and that scares you. Obama will tax you more because you're in the top 5% of earners who should pay more and that makes you angry (hey, you shilled for the Iraq war, you pay for it.) Instead of "dismantling capitalism," read "restoring capitalism to its proper place as an economic concept as opposed to the national religion." And when was capitalism dismantled in Great Britain or Canada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. His three main goals are to control ENERGY, PUBLIC EDUCATION, &amp;amp; NATIONAL HEALTHCARE by the Federal government. He doesn't care about the auto or financial services industries, but got them as an early bonus. The cap and trade will add costs to everything and stifle growth. Paying for FREE college education is his goal. Most scary is his healthcare program, because if you make it FREE and add 46,000,000 people to a Medicare-type single-payer system, the costs will go through the roof. The only way to control costs is with massive RATIONING of services, like in Canada. God forbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itsmecissy: What ENERGY? America is dependent on foreign oil for all its energy and that foreign oil is dwindling as we speak; the energy crisis has happened already and it’s getting worse! As for FREE PUBLIC EDUCATION and NATIONAL HEATHCARE – Lions, and Tigers, and Bears, OH MY!!! Heaven forbid we should educate and take care of our own Citizenry. Note: please refer to Madame itsmecissy's Interpretation #2 above: Charles Krauthammer is only wrong in two areas: Foreign Policy &amp;amp; Domestic Policy. He knows little about either. Oh, and he lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He’s surrounded himself with mostly far-left academic types. No one around him has ever even run a candy store. But they’re going to try and run the auto, financial, banking and other industries. This obviously can’t work in the long run. Obama’s not a socialist; rather he's a far-left secular progressive bent on nothing short of revolution. He ran as a moderate, but will govern from the hard left. Again, watch what he does, not what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itsmecissy: I wonder how many people around Charles Krauthammer have ever run a candy store. And what do candy stores have to do with the presidency? Heck, I could run a candy store, but I couldn’t be president! And BTW, aren’t there some Republicans in the Obama Cabinet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Obama doesn’t really see himself as President of the United States, but more as a ruler over the world. He sees himself above it all, trying to orchestrate &amp;amp; coordinate various countries and their agendas. He sees moral equivalency in all cultures. His apology tour in Germany and England was a prime example of how he sees America, as an imperialist nation that has been arrogant, rather than a great noble nation that has at times made errors. This is the first President ever who has chastised our allies and appeased our enemies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itsmecissy: How can a President want be a "ruler over the world" but is against Imperialism? Face it Charles, the thought of a popular, smart, articulate, and uniting President (who happens to be a Democrat) scares the shit out of Republicans. After the last 8 years of a polar opposite, George W. Bush, who supposedly represented the best of the right wing ideology and, while ‘on his watch,’ this "great noble nation" made GRAVE ERRORS (that he’d never admit to). Yes, I can see why you’re afraid. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He’s now handing out goodies. He hopes that the bill (and pain) will not ‘come due’ until after he’s reelected in 2012. He’d like to blame all problems on Bush from the past, and hopefully his successor in the future. He has a huge ego, and Mr. Krauthammer believes he is a narcissist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itsmecissy: Tsk, tsk, tsk, FOX continues the unethical practice of cutting and pasting video clips and images to fit the stories they create. They are literally MAKING the news and people actually assume it as truth. How scary is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Republicans are in the wilderness for a while, but will emerge strong. We’re ‘pining’ for another Reagan, but there’ll never be another like him. Krauthammer believes Mitt Romney, Tim Pawlenty &amp;amp; Bobby Jindahl (except for his terrible speech in February) are the future of the party. Newt Gingrich is brilliant, but has baggage. Sarah Palin is sincere and intelligent, but needs to really be seriously boning up on facts and info if she’s to be a serious candidate in the future. We need to return to the party of lower taxes, smaller government, personal responsibility, strong national defense, and states’ rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADAME itsmecissy COMMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) "Krauthammer believes Mitt Romney, Tim Pawlenty &amp;amp; Bobby Jindahl (except for his terrible speech in February) are the future of the party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;itsmecissy: GOD, I HOPE SO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) "Newt Gingrich is brilliant, but has baggage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quote: "If combat means living in a ditch, females have problems living in a ditch for 30 days because they get infections, and they don’t have the upper body strength. I mean, some do, but they’re relatively rare. On the other hand, men are basically piglets, you drop ‘em in a ditch, they roll around in it, it doesn’t matter, y’know? These things are very real. On the other hand, if combat means being on an Aegis cruiser monitoring the movement of twelve ships and their rockets, a female may be again drastically better than a male who gets very, very frustrated sitting in a chair all the time because males are biologically programmed to go out and hunt for giraffes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itsmecissy: Yeah, Newt Gingrich is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) "Sarah Palin is sincere &amp;amp; intelligent, but needs to really be seriously boning up on facts and info if she’s to be a serious candidate in the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;itsmecissy: Intelligent? Intelligent? Some people – like George W. Bush – don’t need to be satirized: you just quote them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) "We need to return to the party of lower taxes, smaller government, personal responsibility, strong national defense, and states' rights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;itsmecissy: You need to be the party of angry white guys who think they’re about to get rich. Last I checked, Charles, you were already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The current level of spending is irresponsible and outrageous. We’re spending trillions that we don’t have. This could lead to hyper inflation, depression or worse. No country has ever spent themselves into prosperity. The media is giving Obama, Reid and Pelosi a pass because they love their agenda. But eventually the bill will come due and people will realize the huge bailouts didn’t work, nor will the stimulus package. These were trillion-dollar payoffs to Obama’s allies, unions and the Congress to placate the left, so he can get support for #4 above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: please refer to Madame itsmecissy's Interpretation #2 above: Charles Krauthammer is only wrong in two areas: Foreign Policy &amp;amp; Domestic Policy. He knows little about either. And &lt;yawn&gt;he lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The election was over in mid-September when Lehman brothers failed. fear and panic swept in, we had an unpopular President, and the war was grinding on indefinitely without a clear outcome. The people are in pain, and the mantra of ‘change’ caused people to act emotionally. Any Dem would have won this election; it was surprising it was as close as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;itsmecissy: For too long Charles, you've been able to cloak your extreme views in the guise of thoughtful commentary - no longer is that possible. You and a large number of right-wing water-carriers had your unprincipled butts handed to you on a plate by a disciplined, principled candidate with a positive message of hope for this country. No longer will vile, hateful culture warriors like you have any say in the direction of this country. And that scares you most of all -- the prospect of your utter irrelevance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Racism is based on ignorance - as has been most of the Republican Party's politics for the past eight years. But the party has also become ignorant of the principles upon which it was founded, and is only now belatedly waking up to the reality, that "you can't fool all the people, all the time." Indeed when your party is run by ignorance-adoring and chronically inept fools, it is difficult to even fool some of the people part of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. In 2012, if the unemployment rate is over 10%, Republicans will be swept back into power. If it's under 8%, the Dems continue to roll. If it's between 8-10%, it’ll be a dogfight. It’ll all be about the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;itsmecissy: BRING IT ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hope this gets you really thinking about what's happening in Washington and Congress. There’s a left-wing revolution going on, according to Krauthammer, and he encourages us to keep the faith and join the loyal resistance. The work will be hard, but we’re right on most issues and can reclaim our country, before it's far too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itsmecissy TRANSLATION:&lt;br /&gt;I hope this gets you froth mouthed and paranoid about what I'm pretending is happening in Washington and Congress. There's a moderate Democratic government, according to Krauthammer, and he encourages us to keep the faith, spread delusional propaganda, and form a crazed reactionary resistance. The work will be hard, but we're irrationally Far Right Maniacs on most issues and can trick our country into a reactionary response and further social, economic, and military collapse, before it's far too late.&lt;br /&gt;XXOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-1071383347325737028?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1071383347325737028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=1071383347325737028&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1071383347325737028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/1071383347325737028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/06/charles-krauthammer.html' title='Charles Krauthammer'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8794554038397568878</id><published>2009-06-15T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:27:28.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Musings</title><content type='html'>Saturday, we went to the 50th birthday party of an ex-neighbor. The party was held in the banquet room of a local Chinese restaurant. We dined on the usual Anglo favorites: egg flower soup, egg foo young, sweet &amp;amp; sour pork, broccoli beef, fried rice, cashew chicken, and beef chow mein (none of which I EVER order and none of which can be found anywhere in China) and were serenaded by The Great Morgani, "Accordionist Extraordinnaire" (he plays everything but 'The Lady of Spain' and 'Metallica.' Don't believe me? Go here &lt;a href="http://www.thegreatmorgani.com/"&gt;http://www.thegreatmorgani.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I mention this because while watching our friend open her presents, it struck me that I was at a Portuguese birthday party, in a Chinese restaurant, listening to Italian polka-style songs (yes, those kind) and thinking this scene would be complete if only I were wearing plaid madras shorts and a pink polo shirt with black flip-flops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8794554038397568878?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8794554038397568878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8794554038397568878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8794554038397568878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8794554038397568878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-musings.html' title='Weekend Musings'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3466913611920277363</id><published>2009-06-03T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:13:54.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Fundamentalist Terrorists</title><content type='html'>Operation Rescue is not Christian organization, it's the new American Taliban. The man who murdered Dr. Tiller was not a Christian following Jesus Christ and Randall Terry is not walking the walk of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange that these so-called "pro-life" advocates are more concerned with the lives of fetuses than they are of their mothers? Otherwise, why murder a physician who was dedicated to protecting the health and lives of women? And how about his children and wife who are now deprived of a father and a husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, these people have the audacity to call themselves "pro-life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me everyone has their own ideas when it comes to ending life, whether they are "pro life" or "pro-choice." Everyone has their exceptions to the rule, be it Capital Punishment or War. Believe what you want, don't do what you don't believe in and leave your nose out of others' beliefs. They will be judged and you will be judged by whomever and whatever they believe in, before we die or after. I think we've got enough work to do improving ourselves while living our own lives, than by trying to improve others by interfering in theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rejoice in Dr. Tiller’s death. He did not die for a cause, he lived for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Joe Biden was right. He said Barack Obama would be tested by terrorists in his first 6 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3466913611920277363?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3466913611920277363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3466913611920277363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3466913611920277363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3466913611920277363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/06/christian-fundamentalist-terrorists.html' title='Christian Fundamentalist Terrorists'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2270513859712027005</id><published>2009-05-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:02:11.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WolframAlpha</title><content type='html'>The latest new Web toy I'm playing around with. You really should check it out. Here's the home page &lt;a href="http://www92.wolframalpha.com/"&gt;http://www92.wolframalpha.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a 13 minute screencast introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screencast: A Quick Introduction to WolframAlpha by Stephen Wolfram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wolframalpha.com/screencast/introducingwolframalpha.html"&gt;http://www.wolframalpha.com/screencast/introducingwolframalpha.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY, REALLY COOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2270513859712027005?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2270513859712027005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2270513859712027005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2270513859712027005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2270513859712027005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/05/wolfram-alpha.html' title='WolframAlpha'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-2014391282649036269</id><published>2009-05-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:53:31.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpler Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was listening to a satellite radio talk show this morning on the drive into work. People were calling in about what they (baby boomers) remembered most growing up. I had tears in my eyes from some of the things people were calling in with. It's amazing the similarities no matter what part of the country they grew up in. Here's a few of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being home by the time the streetlights came on&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the apricot orchards&lt;br /&gt;Picking bouquets of mustard flowers for Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding bikes with playing cards rubbing the spokes, attached with a clothespin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fizzies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt; aide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in from of the TV with a mixing bowl of cereal watching cartoons on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;The Mickey Mouse Club&lt;br /&gt;“Combat” (with Vic Morrow)&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Beaver&lt;br /&gt;Sunday drives&lt;br /&gt;Family dinners at Nanny &amp;amp; Pop-Pop’s&lt;br /&gt;Penny candy&lt;br /&gt;Double features at the movies&lt;br /&gt;Drive-ins&lt;br /&gt;Red light, Green light, Hide n Seek, Simon Says&lt;br /&gt;Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade&lt;br /&gt;Swanson’s chicken pot pies&lt;br /&gt;Hillbilly bread&lt;br /&gt;TV dinners&lt;br /&gt;Summer road trips&lt;br /&gt;The County Fair&lt;br /&gt;Lemon aide stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Slurpees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet turtles&lt;br /&gt;The Kid’s Table&lt;br /&gt;Root beer floats&lt;br /&gt;Playing Army men&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys &amp;amp; Indians&lt;br /&gt;Home movies&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed when it was still light outside&lt;br /&gt;The Ice Cream man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Doughboy&lt;/span&gt; swimming pools&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti night!&lt;br /&gt;The Woolworth’s lunch counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gordo&lt;/span&gt;, Able, Miss Baker, Sam, Miss Sam, Goliath &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scatback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shoes for the first day of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-2014391282649036269?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2014391282649036269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=2014391282649036269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2014391282649036269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/2014391282649036269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/05/simpler-times.html' title='Simpler Times'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-8008829880272323993</id><published>2009-05-20T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:22:09.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Proud Californian Today</title><content type='html'>Yesterday voters gave Republican Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger and the California "Do Nothing" Legislature a swift thwack upside their collective heads by soundly defeating Props 1A-1E. Finally, fed up and no longer willing to “just open your wallet and shut your mouth," 19% of California voters did the right thing and just said &lt;strong&gt;NO MORE&lt;/strong&gt;. Not one more dime, fix it with what you have. We've had to make do with less, now it's &lt;strong&gt;YOUR&lt;/strong&gt; turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, this defeat will now push the California State budget to a $21.3 billion deficit and tens of thousands of teachers, police &amp;amp; firefighters, state employees (including myself) will/may be furloughed or laid off, and money taken (back) from local governments. Public education is going to suffer. Mental health services is going to suffer. All public safety services are going to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt &lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/strong&gt; folks, and we ain't seen &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight we have heard from the voters and I respect the will of the people who are frustrated with the dysfunction in our budget system," the governor said in a statement. "Now we must move forward from this point to begin to address our fiscal crisis with constructive solutions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you're going to have to start doing the job we're paying you for &lt;strong&gt;BIG GUY&lt;/strong&gt;... and just put a steak over that black eye while you're at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-8008829880272323993?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8008829880272323993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=8008829880272323993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8008829880272323993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/8008829880272323993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-proud-californian-today.html' title='I&apos;m a Proud Californian Today'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3417395550975403861</id><published>2009-05-15T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:57:52.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Doing This Weekend</title><content type='html'>Here's where I'm off to &lt;a href="http://www.montereybayaquarium.org/vi/vi_events/cooking/default.asp"&gt;http://www.montereybayaquarium.org/vi/vi_events/cooking/default.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good food, wine, the ocean breezes . . . life doesn't get any better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK, my goal is to get my picture taken with Alton Brown (we're staying in the same hotel) so I'M SURE we'll meet in an elevator - or the bar - at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'll on Monday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3417395550975403861?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3417395550975403861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3417395550975403861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3417395550975403861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3417395550975403861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-im-doing-this-weekend.html' title='What I&apos;m Doing This Weekend'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-7854413136093292263</id><published>2009-04-27T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:39:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falcon Cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.ucsc.edu/scpbrg/falconcameraSJ.htm"&gt;View the next generation of Falcons&lt;/a&gt;. This is right across the street, SJ City Hall, from my library. What a joy to watch!!! The pidgeon population declines a little bit each day though . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/1/5/09 UPDATE: the babies were all banded this morning. Mom was flying overhead screeching at the top of her lungs (I went outside to hear it). All is well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: All the babies have fledged so this webcam is gone until April 2010 when we welcome Clara back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-7854413136093292263?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7854413136093292263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=7854413136093292263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7854413136093292263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/7854413136093292263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-do-when-im-not-working-at-work.html' title='Falcon Cam'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-3880781218960411045</id><published>2009-04-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:25:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day 2009</title><content type='html'>I remember my first Earth Day celebration in high school in April 1970. The entire student body was assembled in our football stadium and told it was a day to reflect on our planet, our environment and what we could do to keep them healthy. At that time many of us were also involved in the Vietnam War protests (called "teach-ins") and saw Earth Day as the same type of protest except on behalf of the environment. At least I did. I was always looking for a good protest back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the grassroots level, Earth Day organizers were able to tap into the environmental concerns of the general public and infuse the student anti-war energy into their environmental cause, thereby forcing the issue onto the political agenda and finally into the national spotlight. Smart cookies, they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the comics section of a local newspaper, “Baby Blues” showed the lighter side of Earth Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s weird … Green is good when you’re talking about energy, but not bananas.&lt;br /&gt;A green lifestyle is good, but green water is bad.&lt;br /&gt;Green corporations are good, but green meatloaf will make you sick.&lt;br /&gt;The world is a very complicated place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do for Earth Day today, I went home and watered my roses. I know, pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-3880781218960411045?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3880781218960411045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=3880781218960411045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3880781218960411045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/3880781218960411045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day-2009.html' title='Earth Day 2009'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-189753705741398119</id><published>2009-04-21T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:03:19.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Don't Twitter</title><content type='html'>Since I deal with a lot of students and faculty, I try and keep up with the latest crazes but I definitely don’t have time to add another life-sucking activity like Twitter to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what Brian Williams said on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, that he will not use Twitter until he has something “interesting enough” to say in 140 characters or less. Even Beyonce admits that when it comes to Twittering, she just “doesn’t get it” and she’s not on Facebook either. That makes two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love technology, but I have to draw the line at Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;official Twitter website &lt;/a&gt;says: “Twitter is a service for friends, family, and co–workers to communicate and stay connected through the exchange of quick, frequent answers to one simple question: &lt;strong&gt;What are you doing?”&lt;/strong&gt; Sounds more like a cross between blogging and instant messaging and enabling today’s attention-deficit disorder sufferers doesn't seem a like a particularly good idea to me. &lt;strong&gt;What am I doing?&lt;/strong&gt; It’s 1:30pm on Wednesday, what do you think I’m doing? Does anyone care that I’m sitting at my desk flossing the chicken salad out from between my teeth? Or that I’m on my way to the bathroom for my second bowel movement of the day? (Shall I take a picture as well?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are losing the art of conversation by reducing it to abbreviations and emoticons for &lt;strong&gt;anyone&lt;/strong&gt; to read. What about crafting a thank you note or the impact of a well-written sympathy card after a loved one dies. Remember letters? When was the last time you sent one? And I don’t mean a Hallmark card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter devotees claim that the value of Twitter is in the quality of those you follow. To make it interesting you need to have interesting people to follow. If you don't follow interesting people, it’s just a big pointless waste of time. But do we all really want to be connected to each other in this kind of giant kumbaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I really want to know is: &lt;strong&gt;Who in the hell has time for this stuff???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to the conclusion that Twitter, or micro-blogging, is for people who want a blog but don't want to blog. Maybe Twitter is the latest manifestation of an undesirable trend. Remember when it was people checking their e-mail 50 times an hour, and phoning you to say, "Did you not get my e-mail? I sent it almost an hour ago." Then it was instant messaging, cell phones, and text messaging, all offering improved opportunities to "be in touch all the time," a fate I'd do almost anything to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s "social networks," like Facebook, My Space and Twitter. I suppose there’s value to each of these -although I suspect that the value drops over time- but it seems to me that each “new tool” seems to be taken to sillier (or stupider) extremes than the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recognize that it isn’t going away anytime soon. Tell you what, why don’t we all just meet at the Pub and raise a pint or two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-189753705741398119?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/189753705741398119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=189753705741398119&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/189753705741398119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/189753705741398119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-dont-twitter.html' title='Why I Don&apos;t Twitter'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-5831757010102948046</id><published>2009-04-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:13:45.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Susan Boyle Phenomena</title><content type='html'>I refuse to watch reality shows of any type because of the bad taste they leave in my mouth. Let's not forget that this is television where the letters NBC stand for 'No Butt-ugly Characters' and Cinderella stories don't just happen randomly. Producers seek out the unusual because that's what sells, but a friend sent me a link to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; video of her performance on “Britain’s got Talent.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll admit, when she first walked onto the stage, I felt sorry for her, not because of the way she looked, but rather that the audience was already snickering and jeering at her &lt;strong&gt;before she even opened her mouth.&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently, they expected her not to be able to sing simply based on her appearance. I was especially upset when I saw one specific woman in the audience rolling her eyes, shaking her head, and laughing -this is the same mentality of people who are now judging overweight people in the airline industry with financial penalties, but that’s &lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/strong&gt; blog rant- but it was when I saw that slow, well-known smirk come across Simon Cowell’s face, I knew poor Susan was going to become the butt of some sort of cruel and terrible joke. I didn’t want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Boyle appears to be a regular person, maybe a neighbor or a co-worker, not a movie star with all the makeup and fancy clothes. She has heart, and it shows. She has kindness, and it shines through her. Her beauty inside and out is what makes her shine with talent. She's got great stage presence. Her face is strong and dramatic, which is an advantageous quality to have, especially in the theater. Susan’s performance was stunning, amazing, breath taking; I even got tears in my eyes (how could you not?) The fact that everyone keeps referring to her as a dumpy, middle-aged woman is bizarre to me. She’s a hero to all of us who aren't a size 0, with perfectly done make up and hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say Congratulations Susan, you &lt;strong&gt;GO GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-5831757010102948046?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5831757010102948046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=5831757010102948046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5831757010102948046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/5831757010102948046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle-phenomena.html' title='The Susan Boyle Phenomena'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165444.post-4250617591094042098</id><published>2009-04-15T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:51:33.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Uses For Old Business Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In the spirit of Going Green (it's a slow day), here are a few suggestions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the spaces between your computer keyboard (use the sticky side of a used Post-it to get any crumbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the ends off to make labels for your hanging file folders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attaching to CD cases to identify them as yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luggage tags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making short grocery lists on the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering "free meal” drawings at your favorite eateries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeshift bookmarks (instead of folding the corner of the page down – &lt;strong&gt;I HATE THAT!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting that last little bit of chicken salad out of your teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting personal notes in the lunch bag of someone you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingernail cleaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use as a wedge to balance a wobbly table in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noisemakers for your bike&lt;/strong&gt; (remember clothespining playing cards to the fenders of your bike so they would struck by the spokes on the wheel creating a motorized sound?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a card castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shred them to make confetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tape them together to make drawer liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my personal favorite:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use as a Tool Of Deception For People You Don't Like. Carry a few old business cards belonging to someone else in your wallet. When you encounter someone you wish you hadn't, hand them one of them as you leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21165444-4250617591094042098?l=itsmecissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4250617591094042098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21165444&amp;postID=4250617591094042098&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4250617591094042098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21165444/posts/default/4250617591094042098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmecissy.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-uses-for-old-business-cards.html' title='New Uses For Old Business Cards'/><author><name>itsmecissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027</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/_Ich5KtsW4ls/TTjNT4ULiOI/AAAAAAAAACA/YY1C2GXxeaE/S220/IMG00119.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
