<?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-35412742</id><updated>2012-01-29T13:01:06.532-06:00</updated><category term='cats'/><category term='kitties'/><title type='text'>Snake in My Shoe</title><subtitle type='html'>Reinvention - Using my knowledge, my sophistication, my imagination, I can make my life what I want it to be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>274</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-9146220431169982904</id><published>2008-08-19T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:36:13.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TEXAS TUESDAY: Farmers Are Not Dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Department of Water Resources representative stops at a Texas ranch and talks with an old rancher.  He tells the rancher, "I need to inspect your ranch for your water allocation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The old rancher says, "Okay, but don't go in that field over there."  The Water representative says, "Mister, I have the Authority of  the Federal Government with me.  See this card?  This card means I am allowed to go WHEREVER I WISH on any agricultural land.  No questions asked or answered. Have I made myself clear?  Do you understand?"  The old rancher nods politely and goes about his chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later, the old rancher hears loud screams and spies the Water Rep running for his life.  Close behind is the rancher's bull.The bull is gaining with every step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The Rep is clearly terrified, so the old rancher immediately throws down his tools, runs to the fence and yells at the top of his lungs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"YOUR CARD! SHOW HIM YOUR CARD!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my word! I cannot believe it has been a year since I last posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Hammer, thank you for checking in on me. Have all others abandoned this ship as I did?!? Actually, it has been one HELL of a year which I should relay in blog. Truly blogging is healing  and supportive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, fellow bloggers who were so faithfully my friends, do you want to hear about my past year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-9146220431169982904?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/9146220431169982904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=9146220431169982904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/9146220431169982904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/9146220431169982904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2008/08/texas-tuesday-farmers-are-not-dumb.html' title='TEXAS TUESDAY: Farmers Are Not Dumb'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-2379449335409895063</id><published>2007-07-25T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:38:09.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Italian Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the church's husband's marriage seminar, the Priest asked Luigi, on his upcoming 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary, to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he managed to stay married to the same woman all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luigi replied to the audience "Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'v&lt;/span&gt;-a tried to treat-a her well, spend-a the money on her, but-a, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; best-a is-a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; I took her to Italy for the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;- anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Priest immediately commented, "Luigi, you are an amazing inspiration to all the husbands here! Please tell the audience what you are planning for your wife for your 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luigi proudly replied, "I'm-a gonna go and-a get her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ed Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My dear fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, Please forgive my fairly extended absence. Instead of today's joke, I should write a novel relaying events of previous weeks. Cliff note version: My elder cow gave a surprise birth to a new bull calf - I have named Who's the Daddy; my long-time barn cat who moved to the farm with me has disappeared or gone off to die; Best friend borrowed money from me and decided to not return my phone calls anymore; Survived a huge flood that gave us 12 inches of rain in 24 hours; Hubby initiated divorce proceedings which of course I don't want and have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;; met and dated a guy for a couple weeks who has pancreatic cancer and didn't treat me so well (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; or his general attitude?); was stood up on a couple of dates with other jerks; then last week met the neatest man in line at the store - we have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt;. Don't want to jinx myself, so I will leave you with the promise of REALLY updating and visiting your sites soon. Thank you for your continued &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; friendship and support! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt; hugs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NoMas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-2379449335409895063?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/2379449335409895063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=2379449335409895063' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2379449335409895063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2379449335409895063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/07/italian-anniversary.html' title='An Italian Anniversary'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-3019589470885323803</id><published>2007-07-11T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:59:37.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Slick Michael</title><content type='html'>LITTLE JOHNNY STRIKES AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The teacher asked the class to use the word "fascinate" in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly put up her hand and said, "My family went to my granddad's farm, and we all saw his pet sheep. It was fascinating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "That was good, but I wanted you to use the word "fascinate, not fascinating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ally raised her hand. She said, "My family went to see Rock City and I was "fascinated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Well, that was good Sally, but I wanted you to use the word "fascinate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny raised his hand. The teacher hesitated because she had been burned by Little Johnny before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally decided there was no way he could damage the word "fascinate," so she called on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny said, "My aunt Gina has a sweater with ten buttons, but her boobs are so big she can only fasten eight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher sat down and cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And SLICK was thrilled to see a new post here and fastinated that it was about boobs! (Damn that was tough cause I just feel like hibernating!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this site: &lt;a href="http://www.bigboobsalert.com/"&gt;http://www.bigboobsalert.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-3019589470885323803?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/3019589470885323803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=3019589470885323803' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3019589470885323803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3019589470885323803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-for-slick-michael.html' title='Just For Slick Michael'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-163578360922755007</id><published>2007-07-05T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:22:10.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best F%^&amp;ing Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FgBFZXFmE0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FgBFZXFmE0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-163578360922755007?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/163578360922755007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=163578360922755007' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/163578360922755007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/163578360922755007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-f-wishes.html' title='Best F%^&amp;ing Wishes'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7462192085945835864</id><published>2007-06-28T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:35:25.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentemtality</title><content type='html'>Aw, since I am feeling the love from some of my personal friends, I decided to share a little with my dear blogger friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interesting Health Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Did you know that in the human body there is a nerve&lt;br /&gt;                        that connects the eyeball to the anus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        It's called the Anal Optic Nerve, and it is responsible for&lt;br /&gt;                        giving people a shitty outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        If you don't believe it, try to pull a hair from your arse and&lt;br /&gt;                        see if it doesn't bring a tear to  your eye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7462192085945835864?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7462192085945835864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7462192085945835864' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7462192085945835864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7462192085945835864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentemtality.html' title='Sentemtality'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-798810468722728659</id><published>2007-06-26T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:31:16.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Friends</title><content type='html'>Texas Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Never ask for food.&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS FRIENDS: Always bring the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will say "hello".&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS FRIENDS: Cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing and just being&lt;br /&gt;together, and then clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds' ass's that left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Are for a while.&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS FRIENDS: Are for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-798810468722728659?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/798810468722728659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=798810468722728659' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/798810468722728659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/798810468722728659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/06/texas-tuesday-friends.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Friends'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1706281070848902451</id><published>2007-06-22T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:09.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Rated Revisited Questions &amp; Answers, et al</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers: My apologies for neglecting you. I have been busy with numerous projects and promise to visit each of you soon. A big thank you to &lt;a href="http://absinthedreamers.blogspot.com/2007/06/keep-on-rockin-me-baby.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STARRLIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for mentioning me as a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RnwEEWrB3iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/urK8t0XQUlw/s1600-h/rockin+blogger+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078938952619122210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RnwEEWrB3iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/urK8t0XQUlw/s400/rockin%252Bblogger%252Bgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: What's the difference between love, true love and showing off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Spitting, swallowing and gargling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you embarrass an archeologist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Give him a used tampon and ask him which period it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did the cannibal do after he dumped his girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Wiped his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you tell if your wife is dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The sex is the same but the dishes pile up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you tell if you're at a bulimic bachelor party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The cake jumps out of the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you make 5 pounds of fat look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Put a nipple on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between oral sex and anal sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Oral sex makes your day, anal sex makes your hole weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How is pubic hair like parsley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You push it to the side before you start eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you do when your wife keeps coming out of the kitchen to nag at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Shorten her chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do a gynecologist and a pizza delivery boy have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: They can both smell it but can't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How is a woman like a condom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Both of them spend more time in your wallet than on your dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the similarity between a woman and Kentucky Fried Chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: By the time you've finished with the breast and thighs, all you have left is a greasy box to pop your bone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How are twisters (tornadoes) and marriage alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: They both begin with a lot of blowing and sucking and in the end you lose your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why doesn't Mexico have an Olympic team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Because everybody who can run, jump, and swim are already in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you circumcise a hillbilly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Kick his sister in the jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's brown and often found in children's underpants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Michael Jackson's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do women have two sets of lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So they can piss and moan at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between a bitch and a whore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: A whore sleeps with everyone at the party and a bitch sleeps with everyone at the party except you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1706281070848902451?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1706281070848902451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1706281070848902451' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1706281070848902451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1706281070848902451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/06/x-rated-revisited-questions-answers-et.html' title='X-Rated Revisited Questions &amp; Answers, et al'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RnwEEWrB3iI/AAAAAAAAAYw/urK8t0XQUlw/s72-c/rockin%252Bblogger%252Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5507795418606150386</id><published>2007-06-18T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T09:20:22.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wooden Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The family ate together at the table.  But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!   When the family glanced in Grandfather's  direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or&gt;spilled food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The four-year-old watched it all in silence.  One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"   Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5507795418606150386?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5507795418606150386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5507795418606150386' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5507795418606150386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5507795418606150386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/06/wooden-bowl.html' title='The Wooden Bowl'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5705256125915331981</id><published>2007-06-08T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:09.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Freakies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rmlr3WrB3hI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KAZpKY_6S3g/s1600-h/newtatoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073705053932609042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rmlr3WrB3hI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KAZpKY_6S3g/s400/newtatoo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy loved his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; until he was convicted and sent to the penitentiary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5705256125915331981?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5705256125915331981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5705256125915331981' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5705256125915331981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5705256125915331981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-freakies.html' title='Friday Freakies'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rmlr3WrB3hI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KAZpKY_6S3g/s72-c/newtatoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4550152473897952535</id><published>2007-06-07T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T10:26:49.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Type of Candy Are You?</title><content type='html'>(Lazy, but fun post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='400'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/11725152713 musketeers.JPG"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;3 Musketeers&lt;/b&gt;, You are a 3 Musketeers. You are a very loyal and romantic person - you love to cuddle! You enjoy simple pleasures and are very content with your life. You have lots of friends and everyone you meet likes you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='100' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;3 Musketeers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Twix&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='65' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Skittles/Gummi Bears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hershey Bar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Jolly Ranchers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;M&amp;M\'s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;KitKat/Crunch Bar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='35' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Reese's Peanut Butter Cup&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='35' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=123178'&gt;*What Type of Candy Are You?* (w/pics.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4550152473897952535?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4550152473897952535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4550152473897952535' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4550152473897952535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4550152473897952535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-type-of-candy-are-you.html' title='What Type of Candy Are You?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-550607735591045796</id><published>2007-06-06T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:04:52.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I Live To Be 85?</title><content type='html'>(Having a mini-meltdown, so taking a mini break. Enjoy a laugh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing "fairly well" for my age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking Him, "Do you think I'll live to be 85?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no," I replied. "I'm not doing drugs, either!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, "Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No, my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, Hiking, or bicycling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, "Then, why do you even give a shit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-550607735591045796?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/550607735591045796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=550607735591045796' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/550607735591045796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/550607735591045796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/06/will-i-live-to-be-85.html' title='Will I Live To Be 85?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1355858273092333998</id><published>2007-06-01T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:33:22.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYA ANGELOU POEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...a youth she's content to leave behind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....a feeling of control over her destiny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...how to fall in love without losing herself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...HOW TO QUIT A JOB, BREAK UP WITH A LOVER, AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...whom she can trust,whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...where to go...be it to her best friend's kitchen table...or a charming inn in the woods...when her soul needs soothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...what she can and can't accomplish in a day...a month...and a year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1355858273092333998?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1355858273092333998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1355858273092333998' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1355858273092333998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1355858273092333998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/06/maya-angelou-poem.html' title='MAYA ANGELOU POEM'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-6060761508785029051</id><published>2007-05-31T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:31:42.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On-Line Personals: Part 5: Descriptions #2</title><content type='html'>Description: The Basis of all Interaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the right person involves thoughtful wording in your description. Such as the following which are verbatim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does anyone have a pulse anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really hate this part, but here we go. I see no need to paint a picture of what im not. Im very laid back. Its the little things in life that matter. If you dont realize this, we shouldnt talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a single father of my 6 yr old son. We're sports freaks! I travel all around DFw for my job. Living life day by day! I'm laid back, don't care to fight or argue. Just want to have fun!!!!! " (means he wants a babysitter and a maid so that he can lie on the couch and watch sports all day and hey, while he travels, you watch the kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No fatties--wealthy onlyI only want one woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Brion with a O yes.. a O.... as in outstanding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems like the more I learn about myself the more I realize how little I know about myself. If you even remotely understood the previous sentence then you have scored some points already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lean towards women that are smaller, not dominating and are open to experiencing new things with me...." (potential rapist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TOO HANDSOME FOR PICS" " "OK I CAN T TELL YOU MY NAME MY PHONE NUMBER OR ADDRESS, LIKES I THINK I ALREADY SAID IN MY INTEREST AND BY SFISHING I DON T MEAN WITH A POLE I MEAN ONLINE FISHING, OK , I LOVE A WOMAN TO COOK FOR ME BECAUSE I CANT COOK WORTH A .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"looking for some fun. Go out drinking, maybe a little fun. I like seafood and steak. I like a woman with a soft touch but can be forcefull, when she wants to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"coon ass is the best kinda of ass im just a country boy i guess you could say i dont know what im looking for but im open for anything i have been devoiced for a bout a year and i really just want to have fun but who knows what may com."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ALERT: Tonight is the Blue Full Moon and is alleged to be magical when gazed upon and wishes made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-6060761508785029051?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/6060761508785029051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=6060761508785029051' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6060761508785029051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6060761508785029051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-line-personals-part-4.html' title='On-Line Personals: Part 5: Descriptions #2'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-2639263570200949009</id><published>2007-05-30T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:54:31.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Way To Look At It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Well, I am just in the mood to stay in bed all day  - if only I could. So with that in mind, let us start the day with a sense of humor. Have a wonderful day blogger friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A wife and her husband were sitting at a table at his high school reunion, and he kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at a nearby table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His wife asks, "Do you know her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yes," he sighed, "She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hear she hasn't been sober since."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"My goodness!" says the wife, Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-2639263570200949009?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/2639263570200949009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=2639263570200949009' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2639263570200949009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2639263570200949009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-way-to-look-at-it.html' title='One Way To Look At It'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5826929459034562091</id><published>2007-05-25T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:09.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>View For Hammer &amp; An Online Apology</title><content type='html'>Hammer: For your aforementioned eyes (yours too, Slick):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlZe5hEiRjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P6mRIhWEWzw/s1600-h/libra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068342772875019826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlZe5hEiRjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P6mRIhWEWzw/s400/libra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Libra, ya know, so don't unbalance my scales of justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An online apology, in the form of a poem, for mentioning a topic I deemed offensive (I still do not think I will date him):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my mouth filled&lt;br /&gt;by my foot once again&lt;br /&gt;It was never my intent&lt;br /&gt;of you to offend.&lt;br /&gt;Not thinking about&lt;br /&gt;the subject I chose&lt;br /&gt;What the heck I thinking&lt;br /&gt;God only knows.&lt;br /&gt;No hidden meaning&lt;br /&gt;was it supposed to imply&lt;br /&gt;Nor was there anything&lt;br /&gt;that I was attempting to try.&lt;br /&gt;And now do I hope&lt;br /&gt;you will try overlook&lt;br /&gt;My poor judgment of topic&lt;br /&gt;that I unwittingly took. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;SW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5826929459034562091?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5826929459034562091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5826929459034562091' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5826929459034562091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5826929459034562091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/view-for-hammer-online-apology.html' title='View For Hammer &amp; An Online Apology'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlZe5hEiRjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P6mRIhWEWzw/s72-c/libra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7810584341176338760</id><published>2007-05-24T05:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:09.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out - Going to Get My Car Washed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlVwBhEiRiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ZKsppqGdftg/s1600-h/boys+washing+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068080127034934818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlVwBhEiRiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ZKsppqGdftg/s400/boys+washing+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7810584341176338760?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7810584341176338760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7810584341176338760' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7810584341176338760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7810584341176338760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-out-going-to-get-my-car-washed.html' title='Time Out - Going to Get My Car Washed'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlVwBhEiRiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ZKsppqGdftg/s72-c/boys+washing+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5798325205014408356</id><published>2007-05-23T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T09:45:53.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things We Can Learn From A Dog - Great Dating Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let others know when they've invaded your territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take naps and stretch before rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, romp, and play daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never pretend to be something you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrive on attention and let people touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hot days, drink lots of water and lay under shady trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout...run right back and make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bond with your pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stare at someone long enough, eventually you'll get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go out without ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do something wrong, always take responsibility (as soon asyou're dragged out from under the bed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed, whine real loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle for cheap food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play nicely with others, but remind them that it's your toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days are best spent indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a loud thunderstorm comes at night, and the ones you need to impress with your bravery are asleep, it's okay to hide under the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editors note: Thanks to those of you who privately emailed me to offer support. You truely are dear cyber-friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spoke to my husband to verify that he would never just serve me divorce papers without discussing said fact.  He is a very good man and I know he would never attempt to hurt me. In fact let me say he never once spoke unkindly to me in 16 years - always a true Southern gentleman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He also verified that he was indeed seeing someone else but that "she is no substitute for you" and "your name is on my lips everyday" but "we have to dissolve this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so I was wallowing in my own pity but pulled myself together and got my girlfriend through her horrible day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5798325205014408356?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5798325205014408356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5798325205014408356' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5798325205014408356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5798325205014408356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-we-can-learn-from-dog-great.html' title='Things We Can Learn From A Dog - Great Dating Tips'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8662571733791796966</id><published>2007-05-22T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:42:52.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Stops</title><content type='html'>GIRLFRIEND WAS SERVED DIVORCE PAPERS TODAY - PLEASE, FOR MY SANITY, HOPE THE SAME ISN'T HAPPENING TO ME TODAY. HER HUBBY AND MINE ARE FRIENDS WITH PLANS....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8662571733791796966?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8662571733791796966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8662571733791796966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8662571733791796966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8662571733791796966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-never-stops.html' title='It Never Stops'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-6568834364603785111</id><published>2007-05-21T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:55:04.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearted Idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, blogger comments seems to be missing on today's post so please just use this section. I'll be back later for hopefully encouraging comments. Otherwise I just need a valium to get through this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Starrlight for notifying me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-6568834364603785111?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/6568834364603785111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=6568834364603785111' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6568834364603785111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6568834364603785111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/broken-hearted-idiot.html' title='Broken Hearted Idiot'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7327232072819798176</id><published>2007-05-21T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:10.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Broken Hearted Girl To Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlG-lhEiReI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nuGYOPRPfys/s1600-h/badgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067040607510349282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlG-lhEiReI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nuGYOPRPfys/s400/badgirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlG8YREiRdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TFeDtE5artU/s1600-h/bardance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067038180853827026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlG8YREiRdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TFeDtE5artU/s400/bardance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why stomp tears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scratch one thing I had never done off my list: dancing on a bar. I just had to join this cute little number Saturday night when she invited me. And check out the awesome silver bracelet a friend gave me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlHBEBEiRgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/dd7bZSMs3_A/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067043330519614978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlHBEBEiRgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/dd7bZSMs3_A/s400/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7327232072819798176?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7327232072819798176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7327232072819798176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7327232072819798176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7327232072819798176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-broken-hearted-girl-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s a Broken Hearted Girl To Do?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RlG-lhEiReI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nuGYOPRPfys/s72-c/badgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1649418333956151138</id><published>2007-05-19T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:12.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Slick is Slick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rk8wwREiRbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Qcyi8RpO06Y/s1600-h/paper+porn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066321711589377458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rk8wwREiRbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Qcyi8RpO06Y/s400/paper+porn5.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://slicksumbich.com/?p=109#comment-1863"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The newlyweds have returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;While his sweetheart is in the honeymoon suite, Slick is down at the blackjack table. In his own words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yup, count me in” I said in my best southern macho drawl full of confidence and shit… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go over and give him hell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1649418333956151138?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1649418333956151138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1649418333956151138' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1649418333956151138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1649418333956151138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-slick-is-slick.html' title='How Slick is Slick?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rk8wwREiRbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Qcyi8RpO06Y/s72-c/paper+porn5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4799911347982107570</id><published>2007-05-18T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:12.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Date Tonight</title><content type='html'>Being cute, open, honest, giving, loving, caring, understanding - all the exceptional qualities that make me ME - I was able to snag a date with this hottie. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rk3-BBEiRXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KwjTRRIaMzc/s1600-h/bigboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065984449282458994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rk3-BBEiRXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KwjTRRIaMzc/s400/bigboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;AND A HAPPY 44th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TO MY PARENTS! WAY TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4799911347982107570?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4799911347982107570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4799911347982107570' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4799911347982107570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4799911347982107570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/hot-date-tonight.html' title='Hot Date Tonight'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rk3-BBEiRXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KwjTRRIaMzc/s72-c/bigboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1141533557116242550</id><published>2007-05-18T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T15:50:47.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OnLine Personal Part 4 - Descriptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few of my matches, in their own words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I am a man....not really looking for long termish, just laid back friendship. getting to know girls, ladies and woman for friendships and possibly more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"looking for women between the ages of 40 and 70" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I guess I would say that I'm normal in the sense that I'm not a mass murderer or a drug dealer or anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i like a woman that knows what she wants and keeps her house clean" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Pirate in search of lost bootyOk wenches here's the deal. I shall throw caution to the wind, and put my cards on the table. If you are looking to find your "Knight in Shining Armor", then I suggest you just keep on looking!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I am a semi-retired,widow. I am going to school to be a psychologist. maybe I'll find whats wrong with me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"don't be salty if it take a brotha a minute to respond"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"HEY WATS UP IAM JOHN FROM PALESTINE TX 21 AND SINGLE- I HAD A GF SHE DUMPED FOR STUPID STUFF SAYING IAM EMOTIONAL AND STUFF MAN THAN SHE SAID I DONT CARE SHE STOOD ME UP ON VALINTIENES DAY AND BROKE UP WIT ME THIER IS NO HOPE. I WILL TAKE THE GURL OUT SOME WERE NICE AND TAKE THEM TO DA MOVIES." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ABOUT ME,WELL IVE MARRIED BEFORE AT LEAST ONCE I THINK AND IM READY FOR A WOMAN THATS, TO BEGIN WITH,NOT OVERWEIGHT,SORRY BUT THE LAST 3 LADIES IVE HAD WERE LARGE AND CLAIMED THEY WERE GONNA LOSE IT . IF NOT TOO LARGE FOR MY HARLEY,LIKE TO DRINK A LITTLE BEER AND HAVE A LOT OF GOOD SEX WITH YOUR MAN THEN LETS TALK! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i am not a perv, so no worries" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"WELL IMA DUDE DAT LIKES TO TRY ALL THINGS. LIKE TO GET ****ED UP AND DO ****ED UP sh*tAT TIMES."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I've been married twice. The third will be the charmer. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mama tried to raise me better....." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"first you should know there is nothing left on the right side of my brain and theres nothing right on the left." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" i love my mother, i have nice teeth and i shower regualarly. im a real go getter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"okay here goes nothing.... Iam a normal 27 year old guy who doesnt have a clue what hes doin." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yo, im crazy passionate, hopless romantic, with a horrible attitude." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I was born on the highest peak of the Smokey mountains. My daddy ran moonshine and my grandpa was the town doctor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I am a big dark brother that is looking for a sweet lady that loves to have fun and sometimes feel like getting a little freaky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i am looking for sex, no strings. i love to please women-i love to be pleased. nothing is hotter than a womans body-i have a nice 8 inch****and i love to suck on wet p---y. " (now this is straightforward) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i like to go riding on the greyhound for fun ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" i use to skateboard a lot, but since i purchased a truck all i have time to do is pay bills and hang out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"my names buck, friends call me ghost. i'm about 6"3', 230 pounds, atheltic. i'm very pugnacious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Charlie Daniels Long haired country boy . thats kinda how i feel im not a perfectiones't by any means I do have my own standers i try to live by . i have a dry sence of hummer with a good hart ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"im a college student, im always listening to music of all kinds, i draw, paint, sculpt, sketch and alot of digital graphics as well, im at the gym alomst every day, but i drink...kind of alot and i only smoke when i get drunk. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"whats goin on folks im nate...um...describin myself...well 9 tats 1 piercing (soon to be more)...tattoos are fun...um i like to work on my truck way to damn much..tryin to get back into partyin alot ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I have a bachelor's degree but have not yet found a career. I am independent so no need to worry about that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"im a oil field trash kinda guy lookin for a woman who knows what she wants, and knows how to get it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"im tired of liers and cheaters that dont know what so they have fun by playing games which i always lose and stay with the prize of sadness and pain. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"hello i like to a big woman and big hooter " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I am not one who was born in the possession of knowledge; I am one who is fond of antiquity, and earnest in seeking it there. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Lookin 4 WOMEN 2 feed me THIER LOVe BoX" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do you want to know what makes me different from other guys is my capablity to hide under the bed, behind curtins, my ability to stay quiet in the closet for long periods of time. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"For your own safety, do not include your name, phone number or address. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" I can hang out if that's all you want-our encouters will be few. I can hang with dancing,partying and pure sex-our encopunters will be often."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" am verbally abusive and have a hair trigger temper. I once hit my mother with a broom stick 'cause she did me wrong. Fisticuffs have left me face scared. my nose resembles a sweet potato. I drink from about 3:00pm until I pass out( usally about 4:00am).somehow I managed to become a semi -famous writer and painter despite myself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"There are alot of guys on this site, almost a sausage fest! But how many of these guys really know how to treat a woman sexualy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1141533557116242550?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1141533557116242550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1141533557116242550' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1141533557116242550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1141533557116242550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/online-personal-part-5.html' title='OnLine Personal Part 4 - Descriptions'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8663762811342002540</id><published>2007-05-17T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:39:09.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Gets Jewelry - I Get Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Damn it Miss Tracey! She argues with her boyfriend and look what he gives her to make up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tkwhite.blogspot.com/2007/05/ass-kissing-has-begun.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mom the Minx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8663762811342002540?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8663762811342002540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8663762811342002540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8663762811342002540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8663762811342002540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-gets-jewelry-i-get-heartbreak.html' title='She Gets Jewelry - I Get Heartbreak'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8283206924119440869</id><published>2007-05-17T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:58:25.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Personals: Part 3 - Attention-getting User Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the most important ways to get noticed is to select an attention-getting user name such as the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GotItForU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrAmazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BooBoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BootyPirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manlike Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PlowBoyzofTx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BadBoyFriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HotTubDave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8283206924119440869?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8283206924119440869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8283206924119440869' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8283206924119440869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8283206924119440869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/online-personals-part-3-attention.html' title='Online Personals: Part 3 - Attention-getting User Names'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4343277547505058799</id><published>2007-05-16T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:12:47.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On-Line Personals: Part 2 - Looking for</title><content type='html'>Everyone is looking for something. The following are a few interpretations of what these on-line folks are REALLY searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Friends: I want to meet alot of sex partners without any strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Straightforward person: I want to screw you in the missonary position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone to hang out: I want to hang my thang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Fun: We can screw and I will have alot of fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Laidback person: I want you to lay back and let me lay you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to help you on the farm:  Can I come over to your place to screw? That way you won't know where I live and I can stalk you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4343277547505058799?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4343277547505058799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4343277547505058799' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4343277547505058799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4343277547505058799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-line-personals-part-2-looking-for.html' title='On-Line Personals: Part 2 - Looking for'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-3345299084086461409</id><published>2007-05-15T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:37:16.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: I Love Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/thewhitehouse.14457084"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Love Texas Ornament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and other political gifts are available at &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/thewhitehouse.14457084"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;. Better to let Texas own your heart than a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-3345299084086461409?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/3345299084086461409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=3345299084086461409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3345299084086461409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3345299084086461409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/texas-tuesday-i-love-texas.html' title='Texas Tuesday: I Love Texas'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7523921206784984381</id><published>2007-05-13T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:12:25.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slick Sumbitch &amp; Trish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you haven't done so already, head over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://slicksumbich.com/?p=104"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slick's site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and send warm wishes to him and Trish - they are heading to Vegas to get hitched - five days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, be sure and watch the fool's latest video using a turkey call and losing a golf game!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7523921206784984381?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7523921206784984381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7523921206784984381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7523921206784984381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7523921206784984381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/slick-sumbitch-trish.html' title='Slick Sumbitch &amp; Trish'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-6705246700396660644</id><published>2007-05-08T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:13.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Love of My Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rj9_ijUYHaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2Y956gJWEUY/s1600-h/C&amp;L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061904737760714146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rj9_ijUYHaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2Y956gJWEUY/s400/C%26L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-6705246700396660644?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/6705246700396660644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=6705246700396660644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6705246700396660644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6705246700396660644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/texas-tuesday-love-of-my-life.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Love of My Life?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rj9_ijUYHaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2Y956gJWEUY/s72-c/C%26L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1748157565577403550</id><published>2007-05-07T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:13.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my break. Things have not been all wine and Gerber Daisies but alas. Meanwhile, I will embark on posting dating issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rj9KdzUYHZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jNtc0FPpg64/s1600-h/new+boyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061846382040063378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rj9KdzUYHZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jNtc0FPpg64/s400/new+boyfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1748157565577403550?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1748157565577403550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1748157565577403550' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1748157565577403550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1748157565577403550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-new-boyfriend.html' title='My New Boyfriend'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rj9KdzUYHZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jNtc0FPpg64/s72-c/new+boyfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-3487435594888645238</id><published>2007-04-11T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:37:50.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys: I am taking a mini break to focus on myself. I am finally having an epiphany and energy! Hang in there because y'all have been holding me up for months! Thanks you all, dears. See ya soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-3487435594888645238?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/3487435594888645238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=3487435594888645238' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3487435594888645238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3487435594888645238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-6571582522822110173</id><published>2007-04-11T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:58:46.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Wetback English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fartingpreacher.org/index.php?action=showpic&amp;cat=4&amp;amp;pic=13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Learn Wetback English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; via video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note: years ago, my dad had an illegal alien teenager living with us. He worked for my dad during the days and I taught him English/he taught me some Spanish in the evening. One night Dad was teasing him by calling him a wetback. He responded, "Me no back wet. came on boat!" he he&lt;br /&gt;He was an awesome young man who returned to Mexico, became a police officer and got married. He, his wife and baby were killed in a car accident years ago -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-6571582522822110173?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/6571582522822110173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=6571582522822110173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6571582522822110173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6571582522822110173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/texas-tuesday-wetback-english.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Wetback English'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-199142421891892974</id><published>2007-04-07T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:13.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Keester!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhX_1LBJnLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8_vhz0yL1T0/s1600-h/HappyKeaster_1_[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050223846121643186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhX_1LBJnLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8_vhz0yL1T0/s400/HappyKeaster_1_%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-199142421891892974?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/199142421891892974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=199142421891892974' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/199142421891892974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/199142421891892974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-keester.html' title='Happy Keester!'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhX_1LBJnLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8_vhz0yL1T0/s72-c/HappyKeaster_1_%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4058852901513165825</id><published>2007-04-06T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:14.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cars at Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just drool -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhbvrbBJnNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/54OEG8thMM8/s1600-h/dodge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050487561408584914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhbvrbBJnNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/54OEG8thMM8/s400/dodge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rhbve7BJnMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XpxP_oC2Qy0/s1600-h/mercedes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050487346660220098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rhbve7BJnMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XpxP_oC2Qy0/s400/mercedes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Dang, Hammer, did you see these on Yahoo? I want the Mercedes lots of luck, maybe the lottery!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4058852901513165825?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4058852901513165825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4058852901513165825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4058852901513165825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4058852901513165825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-cars-at-show.html' title='New Cars at Show'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhbvrbBJnNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/54OEG8thMM8/s72-c/dodge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1379594937618821332</id><published>2007-04-05T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T02:25:58.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth,"Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice, "I don't think my python weally gives a thit." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1379594937618821332?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1379594937618821332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1379594937618821332' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1379594937618821332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1379594937618821332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-bunny.html' title='Easter Bunny'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5206056141905619188</id><published>2007-04-04T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:16.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's First All-glass Undersea Restaurant Opens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Maldives 15 April marks the day that the first ever all-glass undersea restaurant in the world opens its doors for business at the Hilton Maldives Resort &amp; Spa. Ithaa* will sit five meters below the waves of the Indian Ocean, surrounded by a vibrant coral reef and encased in clear acrylic offering diners 270-degrees of panoramic underwater views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This innovative restaurant is the first of its kind in the world, and is part of a US $25 million re-build of Rangalifinolhu Island, one of the twin islands that make up Hilton Maldives Resort &amp;amp; Spa. This re-build includes the construction of 79 of the most luxurious Beach Villas in the country as well as the Spa Village, a self-contained, over-water 'resort-within-a-resort' consisting of a spa, restaurant and 21 villas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPADrBJnBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zujxnGpIePY/s1600-h/rest1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049590776532147218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPADrBJnBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zujxnGpIePY/s400/rest1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJ6LBJnJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xOGmH79D6es/s1600-h/rest2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049601608439667858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJ6LBJnJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xOGmH79D6es/s400/rest2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJ0LBJnII/AAAAAAAAAVw/wdEkmcCQOyA/s1600-h/rest3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049601505360452738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJ0LBJnII/AAAAAAAAAVw/wdEkmcCQOyA/s400/rest3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJmbBJnHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ngAQVZpKKrc/s1600-h/rest4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049601269137251442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJmbBJnHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ngAQVZpKKrc/s400/rest4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJf7BJnGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/rO-IvhOpJaQ/s1600-h/rest5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049601157468101730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJf7BJnGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/rO-IvhOpJaQ/s400/rest5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJQLBJnFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VgD50pvWhbU/s1600-h/rest6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049600886885162066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJQLBJnFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VgD50pvWhbU/s400/rest6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJH7BJnEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jKxjwc3nLJk/s1600-h/rest7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049600745151241282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPJH7BJnEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jKxjwc3nLJk/s400/rest7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPI8bBJnDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QRCuSzgbcAw/s1600-h/rest8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049600547582745650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPI8bBJnDI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QRCuSzgbcAw/s400/rest8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPI0rBJnCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/87VXapjao10/s1600-h/rest9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049600414438759458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPI0rBJnCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/87VXapjao10/s400/rest9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5206056141905619188?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5206056141905619188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5206056141905619188' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5206056141905619188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5206056141905619188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/worlds-first-all-glass-undersea.html' title='The World&apos;s First All-glass Undersea Restaurant Opens'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhPADrBJnBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zujxnGpIePY/s72-c/rest1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-373755420266377007</id><published>2007-04-04T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:48:34.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Irritants</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chris over at Blog Ops has posted the top 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog-op.com/blogging-irritants/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IRRITANTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I must agree with him - my top irritant is the word verification (can hardly read that stuff and end up trying to comment a couple of times). Enjoy his post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And what are your blogging irritants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-373755420266377007?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/373755420266377007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=373755420266377007' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/373755420266377007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/373755420266377007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogging-irritants.html' title='Blogging Irritants'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4527973817254477263</id><published>2007-04-03T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:16.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying on Winged Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhIRyEudFUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/C72yOsYBWw4/s1600-h/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049117684195464514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhIRyEudFUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/C72yOsYBWw4/s400/steve.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please stop over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://onwingedfeet.spaces.live.com/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c02_owner=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meersman's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;site and leave his wife and three children your condolences. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;valiantly&lt;/span&gt; recorded his ordeal with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALS&lt;/span&gt; aka Lou Gehrig’s disease since August 2005. Thank goodness he is now at peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4527973817254477263?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4527973817254477263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4527973817254477263' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4527973817254477263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4527973817254477263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/condolences.html' title='Flying on Winged Feet'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RhIRyEudFUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/C72yOsYBWw4/s72-c/steve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8593271464492390381</id><published>2007-04-03T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:59:10.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Idiots Running Amok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;True to the saying "all things are bigger in Texas" the following is an account of a big screw up by various Texas idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2004, a 23 year old fellow named Clayton Daniels wanted to avoid spending 30 days in the county jail for failing to report to his probation officer. He had been given probation for a sexual assault of a young girl. So he faked his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's wife assisted him with locating a corpse since she didn't want the kids to be without their daddy while he spent time in prison. She and her hubby exhumed an 81 year old lady's body and set it afire in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remains were sent to the Travis County Medical Examiner for autopsy. The body was identified as Clayton Daniels by such identifying factors as "there was a small segment of penis noted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Rangers had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suspicions&lt;/span&gt; and began to follow Ms. Daniels. Of course both of the Daniels remained in town. Mr. Daniels dyed his hair, was seen dining out with his wife, and the kids were told that this really wasn't Daddy but new boyfriend Jake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surveillance&lt;/span&gt; by the Rangers, and finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; DNA test, authorities arrested the pair. Both were charged with being stupidly imaginative; charges of extreme stupidity against authorities were dropped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8593271464492390381?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8593271464492390381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8593271464492390381' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8593271464492390381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8593271464492390381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/texas-tuesday-idiots-running-amok.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Idiots Running Amok'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7570682637936358492</id><published>2007-04-02T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T02:36:52.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='448' height='336'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.glumbert.com/embed/monsters'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.glumbert.com/embed/monsters' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='448' height='336'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.glumbert.com/media/monsters'&gt;glumbert.com - 3-year-old trash-talks monsters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7570682637936358492?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7570682637936358492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7570682637936358492' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7570682637936358492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7570682637936358492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/04/taking-names.html' title='Taking Names'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8282830553230085221</id><published>2007-03-30T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:17.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Boy, It Never Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rg1XD0udFTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KpLVKS_nV2g/s1600-h/tin+can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047786480556905778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rg1XD0udFTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KpLVKS_nV2g/s400/tin+can.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, I'm back with a tin can and string. Since my satellite is still intermittently working, I am forced to utilize dial up. My only telephone jack is in the kitchen so I am rigged up at the kitchen counter. Fun oh fun. Plus it is flooding out here again which means the low water crossings have me trapped. &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/src="&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047785123347240226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rg1V00udFSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DFDjiD7A_BI/s400/low+water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attempted to call hubby numerous times this week. He doesn't answer my calls. It is hard enough being separated but this action is hurtful as you may well imagine. I feel abandoned out here in the sticks and mighty depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was full of mayhem but thankfully everything turned out alright. First my Bengal cat, Mo, had an abscess on his side (unsure what happened) that was going to require surgery. Once we arrived at the vet office, it was determined that somehow during the night the area in question had burst and drained itself. Yuck. BUT, Mo did not require surgery just antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, Tux bunny was not in his pen outside. The little dickens must have climbed the fence. Much ado 15 minutes later, I locate him stretched out in the back pasture enjoying his new found freedom. (See my big dog doesn't kill everything - unlike the black buck incident - guess he learned from his previous 2 days of time out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tux would not come to me and I was walking all over the place cutting through the barbed wire trying to be careful to not pull another leg injury! Finally, he ran out of breath and I was able to pick him up. Covered in mud, I brought him inside for a bath. Much thankfulness later, it dawned on me that I had avoided a huge vet bill and the loss of a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8282830553230085221?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8282830553230085221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8282830553230085221' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8282830553230085221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8282830553230085221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-boy-it-never-ends.html' title='Oh, Boy, It Never Ends'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rg1XD0udFTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KpLVKS_nV2g/s72-c/tin+can.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-743361533248136848</id><published>2007-03-28T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:38:44.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts For Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the first day of school, the children brought gifts for their teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The florist's son brought the teacher a bouquet of flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The candy-store owner's daughter gave the teacher a pretty box of candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the liquor-store owner's son brought up a big, heavy box.The teacher lifted it up and noticed that it was leaking a little bit. She touched a drop of the liquid with her finger and tasted it."Is it white wine?" she guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"No," the boy replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She tasted another drop and asked, "Champagne?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the little boy..."It's a puppy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-743361533248136848?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/743361533248136848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=743361533248136848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/743361533248136848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/743361533248136848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/gifts-for-teacher.html' title='Gifts For Teacher'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5463505989632062728</id><published>2007-03-28T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:17.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rgn-nEudFQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/v2PnPM-BsKE/s1600-h/MansLife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046844804682290434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rgn-nEudFQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/v2PnPM-BsKE/s400/MansLife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5463505989632062728?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5463505989632062728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5463505989632062728' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5463505989632062728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5463505989632062728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/wordless-wednesday_27.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rgn-nEudFQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/v2PnPM-BsKE/s72-c/MansLife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-137529685279593046</id><published>2007-03-26T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:17.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bull to Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was in line before us. Alone with a loaded trailer carrying two bulls for slaughter, she had backed up to the loading arena. Gray pony-tailed hair under a baseball cap framed the face of a rough life. In her sparkling, hopeful eyes, I foresee these same circumstances as mine and am at a loss for energy or indications to avoid it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RgfsLI2rk5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/n1mSOFyF-i0/s1600-h/farm+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046261583591478162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RgfsLI2rk5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/n1mSOFyF-i0/s400/farm+woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-137529685279593046?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/137529685279593046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=137529685279593046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/137529685279593046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/137529685279593046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/bull-to-market.html' title='Bull to Market'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RgfsLI2rk5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/n1mSOFyF-i0/s72-c/farm+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-227483320185865112</id><published>2007-03-23T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:57:20.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy in Gay Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cowboy walks into a bar and two steps in, he realizes it's a gay bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What the heck," he says to himself, "I really want a drink."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the gay waiter approaches, he says to the cowboy, "What's the name of your willy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cowboy says, "Look, I'm not into any of that. All I want is a drink."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The gay waiter says, "I'm sorry but I can't serve you until you tell me the name of your willy. Mine for instance is called NIKE, for the slogan 'Just Do It.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That guy down at the end of the bar calls his SNICKERS, because 'I really Satisfies.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cowboy looks dumbfounded, so the bartender tells him he will give him a second to think it over. So the cowboy asks the man sitting to his left who is sipping on abeer,"Hey bud, what's the name of yours?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The man looks back and says with a smile, "TIMEX." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The thirsty cowboy  asks,"Why Timex?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The fella proudly replies, " 'Cause it takes alickin' and keeps on tickin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little shaken, the cowboy turns to two fellas on his right, who happen to be sharing a fruity Margarita and says, "So, what do you guys call yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first man turns to him and proudly exclaims, "FORD, because'Quality is Job One'." Then he adds, "Have you driven a Ford lately?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The guy next to him then says, "I call mine CHEVY.....'Like a Rock!'"And gives a wink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even more shaken, the Cowboy has to think for a moment before he comesup with a name for his manhood. Finally, he turns to the bartender and exclaims, "The name of my willy is SECRET. Now give me a beer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bartender begins to pour the cowboy a beer, but with a puzzled look asks, "Why Secret?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cowboy says, "Because it's 'STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN, BUT MADE FOR A WOMAN'!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-227483320185865112?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/227483320185865112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=227483320185865112' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/227483320185865112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/227483320185865112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/cowboy-in-gay-bar.html' title='Cowboy in Gay Bar'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5496563161484654159</id><published>2007-03-23T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:57:55.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gay Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In college, I sometimes hung out with a girl from my high school. Imagine my surprise running into her on campus after not having seen her for a few years. A. lived with her boyfriend Chris. Chris was a spoiled little rich kid that had been adopted by a Dallas physician and his wife. Having never worked a day in his life, it wasn't beyond him to degrade people in the service industries. Many times he told managers how they were lowly nothings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris rarely left the apartment, spending most of his time dubbing music to videos such as the Beatles, Rolling Stones, etc. clips to &lt;a href="http://www.fartingpreacher.org/index.php?action=showpic&amp;cat=25&amp;amp;pic=65"&gt;Robert Tilton&lt;/a&gt;. (Click on name to view hilarious video.) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of girls would usually be over at the apartment practically every time I visited. One of these girls studied anthropology and we shared a common interest in history, going antiquing, and visiting cemeteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening a group of us got together for a cookout. Upon discovering that we were missing a needed ingredient, I offered to go to the store. Another gal, that I just met that night volunteered to go with me. We are almost at the store when this gal says," I am attracted to you." WTF. I nearly wreaked the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I was very shaken up, she informed me that she was bisexual and that the two girls that hung out with Chris were lesbians, stating, "You didn't know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no, I didn't know. It never even dawned on me to think about people's sexual preferences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing that I wasn't that way and after I overcame being freaked out, M.L. and I became good friends - NOT in THAT way. Just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a mentor to me: a former military officer, divorced, highly educated and was not the least bit "butch." We became the best of friends and spent numerous hours discussing philosophical issues and life. Never before and never since have I had a friend that I totally trusted and could always depend upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college and meeting my future husband, M.L. and I just sort of drifted apart. I moved and we let time lapse. I have not spoken to her in 15 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was thinking about her and how much I miss having a such a good friend. I sincerely hope wherever she is that happiness abounds in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5496563161484654159?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5496563161484654159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5496563161484654159' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5496563161484654159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5496563161484654159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/gay-times.html' title='The Gay Times'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-2551129078964911718</id><published>2007-03-21T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:17.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RgC4qTuHzGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OohaYccylYY/s1600-h/MVC-008F.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044234619642694754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RgC4qTuHzGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OohaYccylYY/s400/MVC-008F.JPG" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-2551129078964911718?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/2551129078964911718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=2551129078964911718' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2551129078964911718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2551129078964911718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/wordless-wednesday_20.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RgC4qTuHzGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OohaYccylYY/s72-c/MVC-008F.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1819699591967477238</id><published>2007-03-21T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:05:30.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Kind Act Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Loving Annie" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h242/harlekwin/onekindact.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was a kind act toward me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Late last Friday night I decided to go grocery shopping at the new HEB aboout 35 miles away. (It is one of those overwhelming places that is part Central Market and even sells furniture.) As I was trying to drag a huge bag of cat food onto the bottom rack of my cart, a young man (about 12 years of age) ran up to me asking to help. How sweet and it wasn't as if he was standing near me as he was on the horizontal aisle. I thanked him, told him what a gentleman he was and assured his mother that she was doing a great job raising him to be a very nice young man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1819699591967477238?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1819699591967477238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1819699591967477238' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1819699591967477238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1819699591967477238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-kind-act-wednesday_21.html' title='One Kind Act Wednesday'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8672202676221054475</id><published>2007-03-20T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:18.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Handmade Tables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI9_ZUIKmI/AAAAAAAAANo/w7o5EPBGnmE/s1600-h/table.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035655492689996386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI9_ZUIKmI/AAAAAAAAANo/w7o5EPBGnmE/s320/table.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While traveling through Hopkins County, one happens upon all kinds of unique individuals, each with their own talent and abilities. One such individual is Lynn Blevins, a native of Ontario, California, who now resides near Lake Fork. By day, Lynn is a carpenter and landscape designer, but his first love is crafting wood. Lynn learned his craft at the feet of his grandfather. "My grandfather was a dry-wall contractor in California, but at night, when he'd come home I'd follow him to his shop and watch every move he made," denoted Blevins. "He taught me how to take the roughest of lumber and wood products and craft them into a work of art. I've done this from the time I was 5 or 6 years old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Blevins is crafting tables using both oak and mahogany wood that originally was used as boxcar flooring. Much of the wood was installed in the train boxcars 50 to 60 years ago, and according to the texture, Blevins states that it was virgin hardwood of the best quality. He takes the strips of wood that are "doweled" together with aluminum dowels and separates each piece, before he begins crafting his designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReJBJpUIKqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0dAT8gsRBTY/s1600-h/lynn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035658967318538914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReJBJpUIKqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0dAT8gsRBTY/s320/lynn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hours of time is spent making a design for a table, according to Blevins. "I work with the design in my head for a few days until I get it to perfection," states Blevins. "And, if you were to ask me what the next design I was going to do, I couldn't tell you. I have to see the wood and figure what will highlight the texture and quality of the grain. Then, I can tell you what the design that will best utilize the wood will be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working with the design and assessing the wood, Blevins begins the process of cutting each individual piece to fit the design. Then, it is hours upon hours of sanding the the wood to obtain a table-top smoothness, before the final product is ready for assembly. Blevins mixes his own wood filler, using sawdust from the original wood to make a perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With the proper design and the proper amount of preparation, any wood can be made into an object of beauty," affirms Blevins. "However, both the oak and mahogany have qualities of beauty that are unsurpassed in woodworking. And, when you can blend the two, you have a truly beautiful piece of furniture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blevins' tables are sold in specialty shops and antique malls, as well as by custom order. Prices are determined by the size of the table and the number of hours that must be spent to complete the project. Small coffee tables begin at $50.00 and increase in price with the more intricate designs. Dining tables begin at $800.00 and increase when larger pieces are made and with the more detail that is included in the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather visit with the individual customer and assess their particular taste, then use my abilities to design a table to fit their unique desires," affirms Blevins. "That way, they are happy and have a piece of art that they can enjoy for generations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blevins seals all of his tables with a marine varnish that is used on ships, thus making it durable and extremely stain resistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For custom orders of a beautiful table, Blevins can be reached at (903)383-2705, for an appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI-PpUIKnI/AAAAAAAAANw/B4SLuh11N2k/s1600-h/table2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035655771862870642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI-PpUIKnI/AAAAAAAAANw/B4SLuh11N2k/s320/table2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Bobby McDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frontporchnews.com/featurestories/justclowningaround.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reprint from original article located here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8672202676221054475?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8672202676221054475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8672202676221054475' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8672202676221054475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8672202676221054475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/texas-tuesday-handmade-tables.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Handmade Tables'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI9_ZUIKmI/AAAAAAAAANo/w7o5EPBGnmE/s72-c/table.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-350146600909059033</id><published>2007-03-19T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:19.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Politically Correct Tips</title><content type='html'>My last two posts have been teasingly referenced as politically incorrect/correct or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to said PC. Most everyone who reads me knows that I tend to be lighthearted in my posts and do not intend to be making a subverted point. (If I've got something to say about a subject, you'll know it). Anyhow, this nice young man went on a rant about Liberals and me pissing him off, etc. all over my "Then &amp; Now" post on Wednesday. Of course, I explained to him that I was not making a political statement and most of us over the age of 35 think this stuff is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;humorous (We have to laugh about it or sulk and blame someone for our poor traumas) &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is an opinionated statement from me: Back then - Little Johnny back talks teacher, is sent to the coach who paddles him with a special-for-the-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; two-inch- thick board with holes drilled into it. Johnny cries, receives more paddling for it, and has horrible bruises on his bottom and legs for weeks. No one says or does a thing about it. Nowadays: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MFs&lt;/span&gt; better not even think about touching a kid with a board, let alone beat them to bruising. (I'll beat that teacher myself.) (Note to D.: this is the kind of crap I and others my age experienced in school. No one is claiming a political stance, just that there must be a happy medium). Okay now that I've upset myself with this crap and ruined the following supposedly funny post -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 She is not a "BABE" or a "CHICK" - She is a "BREASTED AMERICAN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. She is not "EASY" - She is "HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. She is not a "DUMB &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BLONDE&lt;/span&gt;" - She is a "LIGHT-HAIRED DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rf8HwbDpcjI/AAAAAAAAATk/keK7DM9KfVE/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043758636156416562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rf8HwbDpcjI/AAAAAAAAATk/keK7DM9KfVE/s400/paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. She has not "BEEN AROUND" - She is a "PREVIOUSLY-ENJOYED COMPANION."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 . She does not "NAG" you - She becomes "VERBALLY REPETITIVE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. She is not a "TWO-BIT HOOKER" - She is a "LOW COST PROVIDER."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. He does not have a "BEER GUT" - He has developed a "LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE FACILITY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. He is not a "BAD DANCER" - He is "OVERLY CAUCASIAN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. He does not "GET LOST ALL THE TIME" - He "INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. He is not "BALDING" - He is in "FOLLICLE REGRESSION."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. He does not act like a "TOTAL ASS" - He develops a case of RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. It's not his "CRACK" you see hanging out of his pants - It's "REAR CLEAVAGE&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rf8IQbDpckI/AAAAAAAAATs/KDoZc8Jtu5M/s1600-h/butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043759185912230466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rf8IQbDpckI/AAAAAAAAATs/KDoZc8Jtu5M/s400/butt.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-350146600909059033?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/350146600909059033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=350146600909059033' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/350146600909059033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/350146600909059033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-politically-correct-tips.html' title='More Politically Correct Tips'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rf8HwbDpcjI/AAAAAAAAATk/keK7DM9KfVE/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5927557513477922111</id><published>2007-03-18T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:48:41.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THIS is Politically Incorrect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Farmer driving to town has to make a pit stop. He makes it to a stall in the local McD's and was barely sitting down when he heard a voice from the other stall saying: "Hi, how are you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not being the type to start a conversation in the restroom but not knowing what to do, he answered, somewhat embarrassed, "Doin' just fine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the other person says: "So what are you up to?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What kind of question is that? At that point, Farmer Joe Bob is thinking this is too bizarre so he says: "Uhhh, I'm like you, just traveling!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At this point the ole farmer is just trying to get out as fast as he can when he hears another question: "Can I come over?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinkin' "What the f... is wrong with this city boy?." He tells the feller, "Hell no!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then he hears the fool say nervously...&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, I'll have to call you back. There's a Redneck idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(In the real word the city feller received an ass whuppin' right after he finished his conversation and he never used his cellular telephone in the restroom again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5927557513477922111?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5927557513477922111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5927557513477922111' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5927557513477922111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5927557513477922111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-this-is-politically-incorrect_18.html' title='Now THIS is Politically Incorrect'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5257153019636527230</id><published>2007-03-15T20:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:12:32.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Then &amp; Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Scenario: Jack pulls into school parking lot with rifle in gun rack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1956 - Vice Principal comes over, takes a look at Jack's rifle, goes to his car and gets his to show Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006 - School goes into lockdown, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fist fight after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1956 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up best friends. Nobody goes to jail, nobody arrested, nobody expelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scenario: Jeffrey won't be still in class, disrupts other students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1956 - Jeffrey sent to office and given a good paddling by Principal. Sits still in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006 - Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Parents get extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his father's car and his Dad gives him a whipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1956 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006 - Billy's Dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. Billy's sister is told by state psychologist that she remembers being abused herself and their Dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has affair with Psychologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some headache medicine to school&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1956 - Mark shares headache medicine with Principal out on the smoking dock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car searched for drugs and weapons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scenario: Mary turns up pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1956 - 5 High School Boys leave town. Mary does her senior year at a special school for expectant mothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006 - Middle School Counselor calls Planned Parenthood, who notifies the ACLU. Mary is driven to the next state over and gets an abortion without her parent's consent or knowledge. Mary given condoms and told to be more careful next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1956: Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006 : Pedro's cause is taken up by state democratic party. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he can't speak English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the 4th of July, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle, blows up a fire ant bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1956 - Ants die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006 - BATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated, Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary, hugs him to comfort him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1956 - In a short time Johnny feels better and goes on playing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2006 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I may be MIA for a few days as the bunny bit into my laptop AC adapter and my battery has 30% remaining until I go purchase a new power supply.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5257153019636527230?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5257153019636527230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5257153019636527230' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5257153019636527230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5257153019636527230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/then-now_6494.html' title='Then &amp; Now'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5463651916698957156</id><published>2007-03-14T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:19.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfgvC5r4y1I/AAAAAAAAATc/c2ZszOVVSy8/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041831509732412242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfgvC5r4y1I/AAAAAAAAATc/c2ZszOVVSy8/s400/rainbow.jpg" width="466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5463651916698957156?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5463651916698957156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5463651916698957156' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5463651916698957156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5463651916698957156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfgvC5r4y1I/AAAAAAAAATc/c2ZszOVVSy8/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1855885772304407916</id><published>2007-03-14T10:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:55:07.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW YOUR CELL PHONE COULD DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are a few things that can be done in times of grave emergencies. Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency tool for survival. Check out the things that you can do with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112. If you find yourself out of the coverage area of your mobile; network and there is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing network to establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly this number 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is locked. Try it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SECOND: Have you locked your keys in the car?Does your car have remote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;keyless&lt;/span&gt; entry? This may come in handy someday. Good reason to own a cell phone: If you lock your keys in the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on their cell phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot from your car door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding it near the mobile phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Saves someone from having to drive your keys to you. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away, and if you can reach someone who has the other "remote" for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk). Editor's Note: It works fine! We tried it out and it unlocked our car over a cell phone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD: Hidden Battery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Power Imagine&lt;/span&gt;  - your cell battery is very low. To activate, press the keys *3370# your cell will restart with this reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your cell next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH: How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone?To check your Mobile phone's serial number, key in the following digits on your phone:&lt;br /&gt;* # 0 6 # (That's an asterisk before the first #.) A 15 digit code will appear on the screen. This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and keep it somewhere safe. When your phone gets stolen, you can phone your service provider and give them this code. They will then be able to block your handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will be totally useless. You probably won't get your phone back, but at least you know that whoever stole it can't use/sell it either. If everybody does this, there would be no point in people stealing mobile phones.And Finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH: Cell phone companies are charging us $1.00 to $1.75 or more for 411 information calls when they don't have to. Most of us do not carry a telephone directory in our vehicle, which makes this situation even more of a problem. When you need to use the 411 information option, simply dial: (800) FREE 411, or (800) 373-3411 without incurring any charge at all. Program this into your cell phone now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Disclaimer by editor: I have not tested these.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1855885772304407916?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1855885772304407916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1855885772304407916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1855885772304407916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1855885772304407916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-you-never-knew-your-cell-phone_14.html' title='THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW YOUR CELL PHONE COULD DO'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-2626950626984945844</id><published>2007-03-14T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:16:28.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Kind Act Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Loving Annie" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h242/harlekwin/onekindact.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After telling Anne that I would participate in One Kind Act Wednesday, I am at a loss for anything to write. Actually, I have not left the property in about a week and rarely have contact with anyone anymore. Here is my very lame kind act: In trying to sort out an extra charge on a bill, I remained calm and polite despite the rudeness of the customer service representative. I thanked her for her time and hung up the phone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-2626950626984945844?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/2626950626984945844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=2626950626984945844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2626950626984945844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2626950626984945844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-kind-act-wednesday.html' title='One Kind Act Wednesday'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4911466871202645151</id><published>2007-03-13T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:19.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Had a Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rfd-tZr4y0I/AAAAAAAAATU/NjIoHZabsbY/s1600-h/flood3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041637626318736194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rfd-tZr4y0I/AAAAAAAAATU/NjIoHZabsbY/s320/flood3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures outside my back door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I am watching Chris Hansen on Dateline NBC (ya know the predator episodes) and this particular show is about the 10 most-notable stings. Laughing aloud at this. NOT because the subject and actions of the blankety-blank-blank-blanks doesn't appall me but because the LOOK on their faces when they are BUSTED! (Especially the ones that undress before Chris confronts them ya gotta laugh at the shock on Chris' face, too when he comes out and sees a pervert in all his tiny manhood). Priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I wish I was there to beat the living daylights out of the worthless pieces of crap: the firefighter, the doctor, the teacher, the rabbi, the cocksucker.... I wonder, are there women that do this crap? Should Dateline address that? Do they? Oh, they just said they have done 10 investigations and have never busted a woman. One time in Georgia a woman was going to bring her boyfriend with her to meet an underage girl - only the man showed. Everyone in unison: GO NBC AND CHRIS HANSEN - heroes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been numerous spoofs about Chris Hansen. I will not take issue with that despite the attempted and/or successful humor because society as a whole is being informed - get out the message as long as no one is harmed. (I know - it can be a catch 22 with emotional issues but overall I think the messages help.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4911466871202645151?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4911466871202645151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4911466871202645151' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4911466871202645151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4911466871202645151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-had-flood.html' title='We Had a Flood'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rfd-tZr4y0I/AAAAAAAAATU/NjIoHZabsbY/s72-c/flood3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-535214931106703348</id><published>2007-03-13T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:20.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Michael Ray Charles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfZJX5r4ywI/AAAAAAAAASw/0w7JfZsHjJ8/s1600-h/mcharles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041297507858565890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfZJX5r4ywI/AAAAAAAAASw/0w7JfZsHjJ8/s320/mcharles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, I posted a few photos of collected Negro Memorabilia. The majority of my collection consists of books. While I do have many antique books, I also have modern books. One such artist whose work is collected in the following book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfZHzpr4ytI/AAAAAAAAASY/mt16nnOB0Kg/s1600-h/BEWARE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041295785576680146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfZHzpr4ytI/AAAAAAAAASY/mt16nnOB0Kg/s320/BEWARE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is Michael Ray Charles. (Yes, this cover is one of his works). This handsome young man teaches at University of Texas Austin. His works have been exhibited nationally from little ole Austin, to Chicago, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;. While he receives many complaints about his stereotypical portrayal of blacks, he receives equal accolades. His work is insightful and stunning. I love him for being so bold - bold in the message he is sending and bold in not shying away. While his work screams without having to speak a word. Although, Michael is originally from Louisiana, we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to have him on loan in Texas! Keep on keeping on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MRC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A couple of my favorite prints from Michael:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfZIVZr4yuI/AAAAAAAAASg/qU6IN3FpVyw/s1600-h/artwork_images_972_49275_michael-ray-charles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041296365397265122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfZIVZr4yuI/AAAAAAAAASg/qU6IN3FpVyw/s320/artwork_images_972_49275_michael-ray-charles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfZIoZr4yvI/AAAAAAAAASo/v3MFumYXDHQ/s1600-h/artwork_images_972_13090_michael-ray-charles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041296691814779634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfZIoZr4yvI/AAAAAAAAASo/v3MFumYXDHQ/s320/artwork_images_972_13090_michael-ray-charles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwar.com/masters/c/charles-michael_ray.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRINTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; may be viewed on this page - they are shown on the right side of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-535214931106703348?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/535214931106703348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=535214931106703348' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/535214931106703348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/535214931106703348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/texas-tuesday-michael-ray-charles.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Michael Ray Charles'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfZJX5r4ywI/AAAAAAAAASw/0w7JfZsHjJ8/s72-c/mcharles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-3617256979627942123</id><published>2007-03-12T19:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:21.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Hammer !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whenyouronlytoolisahammer.blogspot.com"&gt;Hammer&lt;/a&gt; published his first video today. In congratulatory response, I give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rfba35r4yxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WLCQfBbVacg/s1600-h/cat-behind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041457486800407314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rfba35r4yxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WLCQfBbVacg/s320/cat-behind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfX3rZr4yrI/AAAAAAAAASE/DmUqO_j2lmg/s1600-h/cat-behind.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, you know we love ya Hammer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-3617256979627942123?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/3617256979627942123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=3617256979627942123' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3617256979627942123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3617256979627942123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/congrats-hammer.html' title='Congrats Hammer !'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rfba35r4yxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WLCQfBbVacg/s72-c/cat-behind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7940615238622963343</id><published>2007-03-12T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:14:16.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Love Your Momma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwSkGczo0G4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7940615238622963343?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7940615238622963343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7940615238622963343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7940615238622963343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7940615238622963343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-love-your-momma_1501.html' title='Do You Love Your Momma?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-190671126364762840</id><published>2007-03-12T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:23.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Memorabilia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have collected black memorabilia for a number of years now. No, I am not racist; I just find alot of these things interesting and/or cute. &lt;a href="http://tkwhite.blogspot.com"&gt;Mom in Minx&lt;/a&gt; asked to see some of my collection, so here are a few pieces of my large collection. (Some of these pictures arent' very clear, alas.) Stay tuned for Texas Tuesday when I will display another favorite. I have a large book collection ranging from fictional (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Minerva-William-Green-Tennesseana-Editions/dp/0870491822"&gt;Miss Minerva and William Green Hill&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) to non-fiction (&lt;a href="http://www.tsl.state.tx.us/exhibits/forever/conclusion.html"&gt;Negro Legislators of Texas&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWf5r4ynI/AAAAAAAAARk/VQDdcl0uYhQ/s1600-h/praline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100832716147314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWf5r4ynI/AAAAAAAAARk/VQDdcl0uYhQ/s320/praline.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWbZr4ymI/AAAAAAAAARc/K66MlJZGirU/s1600-h/boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100755406735970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWbZr4ymI/AAAAAAAAARc/K66MlJZGirU/s320/boy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWR5r4ylI/AAAAAAAAARU/vIk-eoGoTqc/s1600-h/cards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100592197978706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWR5r4ylI/AAAAAAAAARU/vIk-eoGoTqc/s320/cards.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWEpr4ykI/AAAAAAAAARM/jN3n7qyFa1A/s1600-h/dolls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041100364564712002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWEpr4ykI/AAAAAAAAARM/jN3n7qyFa1A/s320/dolls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWan5r4yqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gDaNxjpTpN8/s1600-h/seed+packet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041105368201611938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWan5r4yqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gDaNxjpTpN8/s320/seed+packet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWu5r4ypI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3Oa52tx6PXc/s1600-h/watermelon.chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041101090414185106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWu5r4ypI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3Oa52tx6PXc/s320/watermelon.chicken.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This last picture is the back cover of a 1893 &lt;em&gt;Judge&lt;/em&gt; magazine. The caption below the picture reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BETWEEN TWO LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Kin any one tall a po' culled man what to do in a case like dis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-190671126364762840?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/190671126364762840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=190671126364762840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/190671126364762840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/190671126364762840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/black-memorabilia.html' title='Black Memorabilia'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfWWf5r4ynI/AAAAAAAAARk/VQDdcl0uYhQ/s72-c/praline.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4466630696116005574</id><published>2007-03-09T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:10:42.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things I Did As A Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenyouronlytoolisahammer.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hammer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;invited participants to answer Ten Things I Did As A Kid meme. So, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between ages 1 - 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: I wrote my name on every book I owned and carved my name with a knife into an antique dresser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: I used to walk to elementary school which wasn't far away. One day, on the walk home, the next door neighbor boy kept coming up behind me and putting his hands over my eyes. He did this three times (which is still my limit). I was trying to put my hands over his eyes, he was struggling and I clawed his eye lids pretty badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: A teacher wanted to paddle me for saying my ABCs in first grade. She had left the room and told us not to talk while she was gone. After awhile, I started singing the ABC's. Only one other boy joined me. He was paddled with a board and I refused to let her paddle me for saying my ABC's. Even at a young age, I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. Hmm, I wonder where that bitch is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: My mother sent me into the house to get scissors so that she could cut roses. I didn't want to do it and probably got a spat on the leg. I went inside, got the scissors and cut my long blonde hair. The next day was pictures at the preschool and I have a funky little short haircut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: I climbed "like a monkey" (as my parents say). I started walking at 9 months and climbing everything soonafter. Pulling the oven door down and climbing upon it, I could hoist myself upon the kitchen cabinet. Once I got the Draino and rubbed it on the dog and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: Climbing to get into the medicine cabinet, I retrieved the E-lax and gave it to the little boy who was visiting with his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: At just over a year old, I climbed the backyard cyclone fence and ran away. Mother had just stepped inside to grab the telephone and I took off. A neighbor about a block away found me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: I broke a glass coke bottle over my ankle. My first stitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages 7 and up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: Mother had me participate in practically every sort of activity possible. Gymnastics, piano lessons, art classes, twirling, dance lessons, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid: I wagged my youngest little brother (6 years younger) around as if he were my live baby doll. I also gave him his first and only whipping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I almost couldn't stop! I'm sure Mother will have some additions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4466630696116005574?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4466630696116005574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4466630696116005574' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4466630696116005574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4466630696116005574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/ten-things-i-did-as-kid.html' title='Ten Things I Did As A Kid'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7038305587628921793</id><published>2007-03-09T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:23.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Buddy</title><content type='html'>Friend Tart posted yesterday about &lt;a href="http://theworldofltart.blogspot.com/2007/03/arnie-little-buddy.html"&gt;Arnie and his Little Buddy&lt;/a&gt;, so I thought now might be a good time to post about Little Buddy who is visiting from Brodie Cattle Company. He has been here a few weeks (and probably a few more) to service my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfDDD9KCPcI/AAAAAAAAARE/h5aDx9_O27k/s1600-h/littlebuddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039742455751261634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfDDD9KCPcI/AAAAAAAAARE/h5aDx9_O27k/s320/littlebuddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfDCHtKCPbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2vFgnWCozKo/s1600-h/buddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039741420664143282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfDCHtKCPbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2vFgnWCozKo/s200/buddy.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, Little Buddy ain't so little but he's fairly friendly. Notice that he is pictured with my two bull calves - he seems to like the boys (so far) cause I haven't seen him loving the girls, YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7038305587628921793?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7038305587628921793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7038305587628921793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7038305587628921793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7038305587628921793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-buddy.html' title='Little Buddy'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RfDDD9KCPcI/AAAAAAAAARE/h5aDx9_O27k/s72-c/littlebuddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7483076056442037486</id><published>2007-03-08T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:51:10.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is A Public Service</title><content type='html'>Kids, take responsibility for your actions. This video offers suggetions for avoiding trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glumbert.com/media/policebeat"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.glumbert.com/media/policebeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ya gotta love Chris!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7483076056442037486?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7483076056442037486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7483076056442037486' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7483076056442037486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7483076056442037486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-public-service.html' title='This is A Public Service'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8590788346635590535</id><published>2007-03-07T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:24.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fencing for Clumsy Idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Re5TLdYy2cI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Hb3wOnkM4pY/s1600-h/fences.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039056489406454210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Re5TLdYy2cI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Hb3wOnkM4pY/s200/fences.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By Dick's request, here are a couple of pictures, taken yesterday, of my shin that was raped by barbed wire February 24th. Yes, I know I should have gotten stitches, but damn it, I didn't. Probably gonna need a plastic surgeon.... (Oh, and Dick, I measured the length and despite what guys have been telling me about measurements, the wound is a mere 6 inches, not 8, but it is very deep.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't ask for the details, cause I'll have to give a cockamamy story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Re5Pm9Yy2aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QsRbOThSxOk/s1600-h/cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039052563806345634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Re5Pm9Yy2aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QsRbOThSxOk/s320/cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Re5QyNYy2bI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wXrDrfwZQOI/s1600-h/cut.3.6.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039053856591501746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Re5QyNYy2bI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wXrDrfwZQOI/s320/cut.3.6.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do shave my legs; however, I had to be careful around THAT area! Give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Dick, I showed you mine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8590788346635590535?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8590788346635590535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8590788346635590535' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8590788346635590535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8590788346635590535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/barbed-wire-incident.html' title='Fencing for Clumsy Idiots'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Re5TLdYy2cI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Hb3wOnkM4pY/s72-c/fences.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-2280257032654572040</id><published>2007-03-06T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:39:47.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Deep In The Heart of Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know the words to "Deep In The Heart of Texas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was written by Don Swander with lyrics by June Hershey. In 1942, the song made its debut when it was recorded by Perry Como, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hankthompson.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Hank Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reba McIntyre, George Strait&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bing Crosby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigbandlibrary.com/alvinorey.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Alvino Rey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gene Autry sang the song in "Heart&lt;/span&gt; of the Rio Grande" movie and his version may be the most well known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars at night are big an' bright . . .&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;The prairie sky is wide an' high . . .&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;The sage in bloom is like perfume. . .&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the one I love. . .&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coyotes wale along the trail . . .&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;The rabbits rush around the brush . . .&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboys cry 'Cai Yippi Yi'. . .&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;The doggies bawl and' bawl an' bawl . . .&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the heart of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lhb.music.utexas.edu/sounds/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THIS LINK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will take you to the UT Band site to listen to their version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Yankee" version involves four claps before each line of "deep in the heart of Texas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva Longoria will be staring in a new movie with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinematical.com/2006/04/21/longorias-deep-in-the-heart-of-texas/1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SAME TITLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-2280257032654572040?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/2280257032654572040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=2280257032654572040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2280257032654572040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2280257032654572040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/01/texas-tuesday-deep-in-heart-of-texas.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Deep In The Heart of Texas'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5259422432807602593</id><published>2007-03-02T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:21:14.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions And Answers About Partnerships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wife: Honey: " What are You Looking for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Husband: "Nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wife: "Nothing...?? You've been reading our marriage certificate for an hour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Husband: "I was just looking 4 the expiration date."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the Difference between Mother &amp;amp; Wife? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One Woman Brings you into this world crying and the other ensures you continue to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wife: "Do you want dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Husband: "Sure, what are my choices?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wife: "Yes and no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wife: "You always carry my photo in your handbag to the office. Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Husband: "When there is a problem, no matter how impossible, I look at your picture and the problem disappears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wife: "You see how miraculous and powerful I am for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Husband: "Yes, I see your picture and say to myself, What other problem can there be greater than this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl: "When we get married, I want to share all your worries, troubles and lighten your burden."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: "It's very kind of you, darling, but I don't have any worries or troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl: "Well that's because we aren't married yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Son: "Mom, when I was on the bus with Dad this morning, he told me to give up my seat to a lady."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: "Well, you have done the right thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Son: "But mum, I was sitting on daddy's lap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A newly married man asked his wife, "Would you have married me if my father hadn't left me a fortune?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Honey," the woman replied sweetly, "I'd have married you NO MATTER WHO LEFT YOU the FORTUNE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interviewer to Millionaire: "To whom do you owe your success as a millionaire?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Millionaire: "I owe everything to my wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interviewer: "Wow, she must be some woman. What were you before you married her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Millionaire: "Billionaire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl to her boyfriend: "One kiss and I'll be yours forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The guy replies: "Thanks for the warning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A wife asked her husband: "What do you like most in me my pretty face or my sexy body?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He looked at her from head to toe and replied: "I like your sense of humor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5259422432807602593?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5259422432807602593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5259422432807602593' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5259422432807602593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5259422432807602593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/questions-and-answers-about.html' title='Questions And Answers About Partnerships'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5156114832107805132</id><published>2007-03-01T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:25.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE OLD HOLLYWOOD SQUARES GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb1WsM06QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-2aAFhPhDzA/s1600-h/68squares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036983003431364866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="203" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb1WsM06QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-2aAFhPhDzA/s320/68squares.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These great questions and answers are from the days when "Hollywood Squares" game show responses were spontaneous and clever. Peter Marshall was the host asking the questions, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q. If you're going to make a parachute jump, at least how high should you be?&lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: Three days of steady drinking should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb1tcM06RI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MmoKA6BhLGc/s1600-h/charley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036983394273388818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb1tcM06RI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MmoKA6BhLGc/s320/charley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q. True or False, a pea can last as long as 5,000 years.&lt;br /&gt;A. George Gobel: Boy, it sure seems that way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. You've been having trouble going to sleep. Are you probably a man or a woman?&lt;br /&gt;A. Don Knotts: That's what's been keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. According to Cosmo, if you meet a stranger at a party and you think he's attractive, is it okay to come out and ask him if he's married?&lt;br /&gt;A. Rose Marie: No, wait until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which of your five senses tends to diminish as you get older?&lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: My sense of decency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. In Hawaiian, does it take more than three words to say "I Love You"?&lt;br /&gt;A. Vincent Price: No, you can say it with a pineapple and a twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What are "Do It," "I Can Help," and "I Can't Get Enough"?&lt;br /&gt;A. George Gobel: I don't know, but it's coming from the next apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb3DsM06SI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9YZaG7kXqBg/s1600-h/george.gobel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036984876037105954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb3DsM06SI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9YZaG7kXqBg/s320/george.gobel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q. As you grow older, do you tend to gesture more or less with your hands while talking?&lt;br /&gt;A. Rose Marie: You ask me one more growing old question Peter, and I'll give you a gesture you'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Paul, why do Hell's Angels wear leather?&lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Because chiffon wrinkles too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Charley, you've just decided to grow strawberries. Are you going to get any during the first year?&lt;br /&gt;A. Of course not, I'm too busy growing strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. In bowling, what's a perfect score?&lt;br /&gt;A. Rose Marie: Ralph, the pin boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. It is considered in bad taste to discuss two subjects at nudist camps. One is politics, what is the other?&lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Tape measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. During a tornado, are you safer in the bedroom or in the closet?&lt;br /&gt;A. Rose Marie: Unfortunately Peter, I'm always safe in the bedroom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb5d8M06UI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5pgslf8og-0/s1600-h/rosesquare2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036987526031927618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb5d8M06UI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5pgslf8og-0/s320/rosesquare2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q. Can boys join the Camp Fire Girls?&lt;br /&gt;A. Marty Allen: Only after lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When you pat a dog on its head he will wag his tail. What will a goose do?&lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Make him bark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb36MM06TI/AAAAAAAAAP8/grbmcDFzMf8/s1600-h/paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036985812339976498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb36MM06TI/AAAAAAAAAP8/grbmcDFzMf8/s320/paul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q. If you were pregnant for two years, what would you give birth to?&lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. According to Ann Landers, is there anything wrong with getting into the habit of kissing a lot of people?&lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: It got me out of the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. It is the most abused and neglected part of your body, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Mine may be abused but it certainly isn't neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Back in the old days, when Great Grandpa put horseradish on his head, what was he trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;A. George Gobel: Get it in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When a couple have a baby, who is responsible for its sex?&lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: I'll lend him the car, the rest is up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Jackie Gleason recently revealed that he firmly believes in them and has actually seen them on at least two occasions. What are they?&lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: His feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5156114832107805132?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5156114832107805132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5156114832107805132' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5156114832107805132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5156114832107805132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-hollywood-squares-game.html' title='THE OLD HOLLYWOOD SQUARES GAME'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Reb1WsM06QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-2aAFhPhDzA/s72-c/68squares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-2062735097266450120</id><published>2007-02-28T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:26.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Whispers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReW2xMM06OI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sT1TEIpICuE/s1600-h/dirt.road.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take me to the country -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReW2icM06NI/AAAAAAAAAO8/g1fqAdapmFE/s1600-h/windowkitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036632461085567186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReW2icM06NI/AAAAAAAAAO8/g1fqAdapmFE/s320/windowkitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReW39MM06PI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aD6GxxqbS9s/s1600-h/dirt.road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036634020158695666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="74" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReW39MM06PI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aD6GxxqbS9s/s320/dirt.road.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReW2QcM06MI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DEtYPtW5zt8/s1600-h/kittybaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036632151847921858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReW2QcM06MI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DEtYPtW5zt8/s320/kittybaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my little fat belly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-2062735097266450120?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/2062735097266450120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=2062735097266450120' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2062735097266450120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2062735097266450120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/wednesday-whispers.html' title='Wednesday Whispers'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReW2icM06NI/AAAAAAAAAO8/g1fqAdapmFE/s72-c/windowkitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-2310737216684395598</id><published>2007-02-27T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:26:12.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP: Loan Consolidation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would venture to say that 90% of folks have debt. Luckily, my debts are within my control, but many people are in over their heads and feel overwhelmed living paycheck to paycheck. Other people depend on credit cards and are barely making minimum payments on those debts. Being able to utilize a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secureloanconsolidation.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loan consolidation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would be beneficial to many trying to get their finances under control.  This is a paid advertisement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-2310737216684395598?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/2310737216684395598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=2310737216684395598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2310737216684395598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2310737216684395598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/ppp-loan-consolidation.html' title='PPP: Loan Consolidation'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4954820423588067132</id><published>2007-02-27T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:26.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Oldest Father?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI7hpUIKkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/McOSfiLLyXs/s1600-h/father2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035652782565632578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI7hpUIKkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/McOSfiLLyXs/s320/father2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is Guy Jumper, of Como, the oldest father in Hopkins County this Father's Day? If not, he must be among the very oldest, as he joins that elite group of "centurians," on Wednesday of next week. Born on June 22, 1905, Mr. Guy Jumper has seen a Como and Hopkins County, that only you and I read about in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on his grandfather, Jefferson Davis Jumper's 300 acre farm, east of Como. Mr. Jumper recalls his grandfather's stories of coming to Texas on a wagon train in approximately 1895. "They left Mississippi looking for some better land and a new start in life. And, Grandpa Jumper (called 'Gosh Darn' Jumper by residents in the Como area) told of how my father, Gus Jumper, was a small boy on the wagon train to Texas and one morning the family went to wake the children in the pre-dawn hours and he was gone. He had sleepwalked during the night and traveled some three miles from the campsite," recalls Guy Jumper. "Grandpa had to unhitch a mule and look in the forest until he found him. He found him curled-up beneath a big oak tree, sound asleep, and he didn't remember a thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumper's family moved to Como when the little settlement southeast of Sulphur Springs was known as Carrolls Prairie, and "Mr. Guy" remembers vividly the First National Bank of Como. "I didn't have much money to put in it back then, but I remember it well," denotes Mr. Jumper, with a sly grin. "And, I can remember when there were two drugstores, four or five mercantile stores, and every village of any size had a blacksmith shop or two. Then, I can remember the coal mines that were everywhere in this part of Hopkins County!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Mr. Jumper's first jobs after reaching adulthood was working in those shallow coal mines. "When I was about 18 or 19 years old, I decided that there must be a better way to life than following 'the south-end' of a mule around a cotton patch, so I decided to go to work in the mines," recalls Jumper. "You didn't make over a dollar a day, but a dollar went a whole lot farther then than it does now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following time spent in the mines and when they quit producing in the area, Jumper served four years in the U.S. Army, during World War II. The time he spent stationed in Germany and Italy, are his only times to leave the Como area. He drove an amunition truck during the war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumper is the father of two daughters and two stepsons. He has ten grandchildren, and eight great-grandchildren. "I hope to live long enough to see the next generation," denotes Jumper. "I kinda got started on this 'father thing' late. I was over forty years old, when I married my wife, Agnes, and she had two sons, Carl and Dewayne. Then, we had two daughters, Sherry and Sue!" Agnes Jumper will be 90 in August, but resides in Sunny Springs Nursing Home in Sulphur Springs, due to health problems. However, "Mr. Guy" lives in his home in Como, that he shares with daughter, Sherry Lee. His step-son, Dewayne Scarborough, keeps his lawn mowed and family members are constantly dropping-by to meet his needs and keep him company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Jumper was the eldest child of Mr. &amp; Mrs. Gus Jumper and was reared on the family farm. He attended school in Como and has two sisters, Mrs. Drucille Johnson and Mrs. Gussie Bays, that are still living. Two brothers, Ned and Dub Jumper, and a sister, Hazel Staples, have passed away. When asked about his longevity, Jumper quipped, "I guess it was all of that 'clean living' I've done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Jumper has done some mighty dirty work in his almost a century of living. Besides breathing coal dust, he's been a dairy farmer for a number of years, and then worked for 30 plus years at the Thermo Brick Plant. "I've been blessed with health and the ability to work," affirms Jumper. "I may not have gotten rich, but the Good Lord has always kept me comfortable!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Jumper was a member of the Como Christian Church as long as it met in Como, but due to age doesn't make the drive into Sulphur Springs for services, once the church moved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what his wish was for Father's Day or a birthday present on Wednesday, Jumper quickly stated, "Well, I guess I could use a new pair of overalls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when asked how long he'd worn overalls, he reflected, "I guess pert nigh on a hundred years, wouldn't you say? I don't remember when I wasn't wearing overalls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends are invited to drop by the Jumper residence on Wednesday and wish Mr. Guy Jumper a happy one-hundredth birthday. His children request no gifts, just a warm hug and a handshake to this remarkable man, who has spanned the age from writing with a slate to computer technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Guy Jumper waved good-bye from his chair beneath the shade tree in his front yard, and invited me back to visit with him on his hundred and tenth birthday, when he hopes he has a great-great grandchild to "brag" about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI795UIKlI/AAAAAAAAANY/uvuG3B1rtxY/s1600-h/father1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035653267896937042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI795UIKlI/AAAAAAAAANY/uvuG3B1rtxY/s320/father1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 100th Birthday and Happy Father's Day, Mr. Guy Jumper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: Bobby McDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frontporchnewstexas.com/featurestories/oldestfather.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Article reprinted from this site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; initially published June 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4954820423588067132?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4954820423588067132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4954820423588067132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4954820423588067132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4954820423588067132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/texas-tuesday-oldest-father.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Oldest Father?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/ReI7hpUIKkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/McOSfiLLyXs/s72-c/father2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-3160163947338316526</id><published>2007-02-25T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:42:51.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2006/12/party-time.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Previously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I have referenced Mary over at My House is Cuter Than Yours. Recently she has posted a really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myhouseiscuterthanyours.blogspot.com/2007/02/retro-crafty-memo-pad.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Jiffy idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-3160163947338316526?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/3160163947338316526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=3160163947338316526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3160163947338316526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3160163947338316526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/crafty-idea.html' title='Crafty Idea'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4820999044958377013</id><published>2007-02-23T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:31:28.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do Known Predators Live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.familywatchdog.us/" href="http://www.familywatchdog.us/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family Watch Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; site was developed by John Walsh from Americas Most Wanted. When you visit this site you can enter your address and a map will pop up with your house as a small icon of a house. There will be red, blue and green dots surrounding your entire neighborhood. When you click on these dots a picture of a criminal will appear with his or her home address and the description of the crime he or she has committed. The best thing is that you can show your children these pictures and see how close these people live to your home or school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4820999044958377013?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4820999044958377013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4820999044958377013' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4820999044958377013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4820999044958377013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-do-known-predators-live.html' title='Where Do Known Predators Live?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-469005145728145856</id><published>2007-02-23T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:09:03.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP: Credit Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interest rates have steadily been on the rise. This can be a good or bad thing. High rate Certificates of Deposits are definitely good but credit cards with high interest rates are a bad thing. Finding the best rate is why it is essential to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creditcards-gb.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;compare credit cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; compare credit cards. A company in the UK is offering &lt;a href="http://www.creditcards-gb.co.uk/purchases.html"&gt;0% credit cards&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.creditcards-gb.co.uk/balancetransfers.html"&gt;0% balance transfers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. These are the types of credit cards I utilize. Right now a have balances on two different credit cards that have a 0% interest rate until 2008. This is so convenient and allows me to pay off debt without having hidden fees. Even better, because my credit rating is so good, I am constantly receiving credit card offers that have a 0% transfer fee and 0% interest rate for an even longer amount of time. Therefore, if I have not paid off one card, I can transfer the remaining amount to another and continue to receive the benefit of no fees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a paid advertisement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-469005145728145856?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/469005145728145856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=469005145728145856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/469005145728145856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/469005145728145856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/ppp-credit-cards.html' title='PPP: Credit Cards'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1620518865870179727</id><published>2007-02-21T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:27.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 320 Pound Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdyFL5UIKjI/AAAAAAAAANE/lFInrgCVGLw/s1600-h/tallest004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034044922903669298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdyFL5UIKjI/AAAAAAAAANE/lFInrgCVGLw/s320/tallest004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdxqrJUIKiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lGcT4r2BwHw/s1600-h/tall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034015772960631330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdxqrJUIKiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lGcT4r2BwHw/s320/tall2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdxqVpUIKhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h5eTinrmk58/s1600-h/tall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034015403593443858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdxqVpUIKhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h5eTinrmk58/s320/tall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tallest and biggest woman in the world lives in Holland . She is 7'4" and weighs 320 lbs. She's a looker and I bet she always gets her way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ed Addition&lt;/em&gt;: Actually, this is not the tallest woman as you can see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_famous_tall_women"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1620518865870179727?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1620518865870179727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1620518865870179727' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1620518865870179727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1620518865870179727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/320-pound-woman.html' title='The 320 Pound Woman'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdyFL5UIKjI/AAAAAAAAANE/lFInrgCVGLw/s72-c/tallest004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5997159641291566162</id><published>2007-02-21T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:54:56.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP: Light Fixtures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unless you have had bad lighting fixtures in a room, you probably have not really noticed. Even with a new home, the lighting can be less than sufficient. It is hard to read a book at night with just a standard ceiling fixture.. Apply makeup in a bathroom lighting situation that is less than adequate. Horrible experiences. Also, nothing is worse than an ugly light fixture that you look at every day. Do not forget outdoor home and garden lighting. The ambiance and ability to walk without tripping is important. Consider purchasing new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoppremier.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Light Fixtures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and make life easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a paid advertisement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5997159641291566162?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5997159641291566162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5997159641291566162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5997159641291566162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5997159641291566162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/ppp-light-fixtures.html' title='PPP: Light Fixtures'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-3971304464290686005</id><published>2007-02-21T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:28.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted Cats Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdvvAZUIKgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8irnZ9cG7UY/s1600-h/kitty9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033879798591007234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdvvAZUIKgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8irnZ9cG7UY/s320/kitty9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdvu3JUIKfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eglLNmOf4AE/s1600-h/kitty18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033879639677217266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdvu3JUIKfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eglLNmOf4AE/s320/kitty18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdvutZUIKeI/AAAAAAAAAME/4TJjQkPBQ3I/s1600-h/kitty15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033879472173492706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdvutZUIKeI/AAAAAAAAAME/4TJjQkPBQ3I/s320/kitty15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdvulpUIKdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qAf0vn8uoOY/s1600-h/kitty14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033879339029506514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdvulpUIKdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qAf0vn8uoOY/s320/kitty14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, as promised, here are more pictures of "tortured cats." I have seen beautifully marked kitties in their natural state, but these painted ones just take the cake. Again, these are not photoshopped. The cats are actually painted by an artist - a very BRAVE artist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-3971304464290686005?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/3971304464290686005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=3971304464290686005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3971304464290686005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3971304464290686005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/painted-cats-part-iii.html' title='Painted Cats Part III'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdvvAZUIKgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8irnZ9cG7UY/s72-c/kitty9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4973241350186058046</id><published>2007-02-21T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:59:16.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP:Blog Marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I began &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blog marketing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at PayPerPosts a few months ago. While some of my readers may consider the PayPerPosts informative, others may consider it an inconvenience. It is a must that you disclose you are being paid for advertising. The beginning requirement of PayPerPost is that one have a blog in existence 90 days or more and that posts are fairly frequent (at least once a week). Payment was/is fairly minimal $3 to $10 per post, but, heh, if you are posting everyday, why not earn some dinero? While my blog has just reached a PR of 3, I am still limited on some of the higher paying opportunities. However, I know that some of my readers have a large fan base. With a higher Google rating, you can make up to $1,000 per post! What are you waiting for? If you blog evey day there is no reason not to jump right in and add an advertisement of your choice. How much easier could it be to make a few bucks doing what you already do? PayPerPost has become a very popular site for making money blogging. In addition, it is very cost-efficient for advertisers to get the word out about their products. I highly recommend joining this group – and, hey, be sure and tell them NoMas referred you – I would love to earn a referral fee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2ul9se" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4973241350186058046?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4973241350186058046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4973241350186058046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4973241350186058046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4973241350186058046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/pppblog-marketing.html' title='PPP:Blog Marketing'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8048750683543251691</id><published>2007-02-21T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:35:32.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He didn't like the casserole&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't like my cake.&lt;br /&gt;He said my biscuits were too hard...&lt;br /&gt;Not like his mother used to make.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't perk the coffee right&lt;br /&gt;He didn't like the stew,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mend his socks&lt;br /&gt;The way his mother used to do.&lt;br /&gt;I pondered for an answer&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...&lt;br /&gt;Like his mother used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay - i was gonna add a picture of someone's face being slapped. Hm, came up with some very nasty stuff. Go ahead and let your imaginations run wild - those are exactly what my search turned up. However, i did find this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://arthritis.about.com/b/a/083484.htm?terms=medicare+card"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Slapped Face Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8048750683543251691?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8048750683543251691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8048750683543251691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8048750683543251691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8048750683543251691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/womans-poem.html' title='Woman&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7728286873475760327</id><published>2007-02-20T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:29.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Kitty Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdsxPJUIKcI/AAAAAAAAALo/U3Wk2n8BH44/s1600-h/kitty7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033671144784800194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdsxPJUIKcI/AAAAAAAAALo/U3Wk2n8BH44/s320/kitty7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdswd5UIKbI/AAAAAAAAALg/dFlJBsYdgrA/s1600-h/kitty8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033670298676242866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdswd5UIKbI/AAAAAAAAALg/dFlJBsYdgrA/s320/kitty8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdswTpUIKaI/AAAAAAAAALY/WZ88plUa7uo/s1600-h/kitty6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033670122582583714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdswTpUIKaI/AAAAAAAAALY/WZ88plUa7uo/s320/kitty6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised, part two of painted kitty photos. They seem to get more elaborate. Of course, looking at the owners pictured with their kitty, one can sympathize with kitty! Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7728286873475760327?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7728286873475760327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7728286873475760327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7728286873475760327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7728286873475760327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-kitty-pictures.html' title='More Kitty Pictures'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdsxPJUIKcI/AAAAAAAAALo/U3Wk2n8BH44/s72-c/kitty7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-6221875556225153656</id><published>2007-02-20T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T10:57:54.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP: Encyclopedia Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.encyclocentral.com/144-Work_From_Home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; provides numerous vendor opportunities. I have always loved plants and pride myself in being able to grow practically anything. A New York based internet company, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encyclocentral.com/7284-Bonsai_Boy_of_New_York.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bonsai Boy of New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, offers quality dwarf trees. Being a family run business, they are able to sell trees and other accessories at reasonable rates. The miniature sizes of bonsai trees make them ideal for any space. In fact, you can have many of these trees even in a small apartment.&lt;br /&gt;This is a paid advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-6221875556225153656?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/6221875556225153656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=6221875556225153656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6221875556225153656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6221875556225153656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/ppp-encyclopedia-project.html' title='PPP: Encyclopedia Project'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-1604616172216684116</id><published>2007-02-20T09:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:37:02.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Dixie or Yankee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alphadictionary.com/articles/yankeetest.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yankee Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Test is based on research by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="Harvard" href="http://cfprod01.imt.uwm.edu/Dept/FLL/linguistics/dialect/maps.html" target="neWindow" name="Harvard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harvard Computer Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; enhanced by Dr. Beard's own research at alphaDictionary. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is interesting! I would love to know what your score indicates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"96% Dixie. Is General Lee your grandfather?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-1604616172216684116?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/1604616172216684116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=1604616172216684116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1604616172216684116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/1604616172216684116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/texas-tuesday-dixie-or-yankee.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Dixie or Yankee?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-3955159507220198915</id><published>2007-02-19T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:29.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP: RayBan Sunglasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdnjsJUIKWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mD21ZKDBAd4/s1600-h/RayBan_Olympia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033304406117329250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="132" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdnjsJUIKWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mD21ZKDBAd4/s320/RayBan_Olympia.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/links/8171/13380"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RayBans at BestBuyEyeglasses.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is a great site in which to order designer RayBan sunglasses. A very wide selection is available. In fact they offer 130 different pairs of RayBans. In addition glasses can be ordered with prescription lenses. Prices are so reasonable that they are practically half off retail. This site has even been featured in The Wall Street Journal. Look sharp today in a cool new pair of RayBans!&lt;br /&gt;This is a paid advertisement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/images/3323/13380.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-3955159507220198915?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/3955159507220198915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=3955159507220198915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3955159507220198915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3955159507220198915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/ppp-rayban-sunglasses.html' title='PPP: RayBan Sunglasses'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdnjsJUIKWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mD21ZKDBAd4/s72-c/RayBan_Olympia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5977883953465011146</id><published>2007-02-19T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:30.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Painted Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdnoSpUIKZI/AAAAAAAAALE/bZ1gfcPJJL0/s1600-h/kitty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033309465588803986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdnoSpUIKZI/AAAAAAAAALE/bZ1gfcPJJL0/s320/kitty3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdnn_JUIKYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/E805wzQd48Y/s1600-h/kitty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033309130581354882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdnn_JUIKYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/E805wzQd48Y/s320/kitty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdnn15UIKXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/482VOcmhmlk/s1600-h/kitty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033308971667564914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdnn15UIKXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/482VOcmhmlk/s320/kitty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, some people will go to extremes with their animals! Why someone would do this to their kitty is beyond me but it is interesting. Obviously the artist has talent. Who could hold a kitty down to paint it without getting their eyes scratched out!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I have many of these photos and will be posting more in the days to come.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5977883953465011146?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5977883953465011146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5977883953465011146' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5977883953465011146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5977883953465011146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/painted-kitty.html' title='Painted Kitty'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdnoSpUIKZI/AAAAAAAAALE/bZ1gfcPJJL0/s72-c/kitty3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-4193702679564798779</id><published>2007-02-19T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:36:12.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP: Electronica Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every genre of music has always appealed to me. Austin, Texas is known for being the Music Capitol of the World and this has afforded me the opportunity to hear a variety of bands. Now logging in to &lt;a href="http://www.unsigned.com/browse_artists/electronica"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Electronica&lt;/span&gt; Artists &lt;/a&gt;allows one to hear unsigned musicians and for artists to profile themselves and their music in order to be heard. This is a great site for those struggling musicians that do not have unlimited funds to travel the world performing gigs. Also, it is beneficial to music lovers who are tired of hearing the same songs over and over on the radio. Have a listen. You might just discover a new group to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a paid advertisement.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/images/3956/13380.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-4193702679564798779?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/4193702679564798779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=4193702679564798779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4193702679564798779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/4193702679564798779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/ppp-electronica-artists.html' title='PPP: Electronica Artists'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8611146840812750477</id><published>2007-02-19T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:01:58.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Treat Others?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I received this email and although it is an oldie, we can all use a refresher course! Luckily for me, my readers are kind-hearted folks that probably taught some of these lessons. Thank y'all for being such good people - enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall,dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, at 11:30 P.M., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special note was attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and at at a table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickles and five pennies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peasant learned what many of us never understand! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp; serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8611146840812750477?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8611146840812750477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8611146840812750477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8611146840812750477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8611146840812750477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-do-you-treat-others.html' title='How Do You Treat Others?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8410643354356193336</id><published>2007-02-18T15:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:11:08.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP: Coupon Chief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a paid advertisement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have written about online deals previously. Being out in the country, sometimes it is just more prudent to shop online. Of course, saving money with online shopping is beneficial to people in town, as well. Everyone loves a bargain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.couponchief.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coupon Chief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; offers hundreds of coupons to save you money. Loving to read, I especially like being able to receive a discount on magazines at &lt;a href="http://www.couponchief.com/bestdealmagazines_coupons/bestdealmagazines.html"&gt;Best Deal Magazines&lt;/a&gt; . With reasonable prices, I merely add a coupon for even more savings than regular book store prices. Minus the cost of gasoline, I definitely come out ahead. Check out Coupon Chief and see how much value for your money you will receive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8410643354356193336?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8410643354356193336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8410643354356193336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8410643354356193336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8410643354356193336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/ppp-coupon-chief_3587.html' title='PPP: Coupon Chief'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-6081828279775345326</id><published>2007-02-18T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T09:33:44.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest love story in Hunt County</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ed Note: A touching story - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By TRACY CHESNEY&lt;br /&gt;Herald-Banner Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He tucks her into bed every night, and every morning, he has a fresh cup of coffee waiting for her when she wakes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because she’s in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s, she can’t do anything for herself. She can’t get up or down from her chair or her bed without assistance. She can only walk to the bathroom with the assistance of her walker. And she needs help with all of her personal hygiene care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He didn’t have the heart, however, to put her in a nursing home, but he had the heart to keep her by his side forever “even if it meant wearing pink underwear.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elmer and Geraldine Yates of Cash will be married 60 years in May. They were chosen as the winners of the Herald-Banner’s “The Greatest Love Story in Hunt County” contest, because of Elmer’s unconditional love for his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the winners of the contest, the couple received gifts from several local merchants including Angel’s Dream Bed and Breakfast, Calico Cat and Mary of Puddin Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Geraldine was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s six years ago, Elmer could have put her in a nursing home. Instead, he gave up his freedom to care for his wife 24 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“It’s depressing to walk into the homes and see people sitting in their wheelchairs reaching out to you,” Elmer said. “I’m not downgrading nursing homes; I just didn’t feel it was the right thing for us. Besides, I would miss her if she was gone.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Plus, he wouldn’t get any rest if she was in a home,” his daughter, Ann Shepherd, added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geraldine had a brain aneurysm in June 2000, and when she came home from the hospital, she needed extra care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Soon after, the dementia and Alzheimer’s began, and again my dad was there for her,” Ann said. “In the last six years, Mother has been hospitalized many times. She had two strokes within a week, and last year, she had a stint placed in one of her arteries and gall bladder surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“She now needs 24-hour-care, seven days a week, and my dad is still there doing most of it himself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elmer, a retired painter and construction worker, admits that his wife used to do it all. Now, Elmer has learned how to do everything. He does all the housework including doing the laundry three times a week, cooking two meals a day and paying the bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“My dad has never been a cook, cleaner or organizer,” Ann said. “I still laugh at the first load of laundry he did. They wore pink underwear for a good while. And his cooking, let’s just say laundry was his strong point.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elmer chuckled when he recalled his first experience with washing clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I had never done laundry before she got sick and hadn’t done much as far as housekeeping,” Elmer said. “At church one day, a lady overheard Ann talking about me washing my underwear with a pink blouse and how it turned my underwear pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“A few weeks later, another lady came up to me at church and asked me what color of underwear was I wearing today.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elmer said he now has more appreciation for the ladies who do all the housework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I don’t think they get enough credit,” he said, chuckling. “It’s hard when you have to keep up with everything. It’s a job.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since Geraldine requires constant care, Elmer can never leave her side except when extra help arrives. Ann comes over on Wednesdays to care for her mother so her father can go do the grocery shopping and errands. She comes over again on Sunday mornings so her dad can go to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“We’re homebound,” Elmer said. “Most of my days are spent inside. In the summers, though, while she’s sleeping, I can go outside and mow and do yard work.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elmer reminisced about the early days and said they courted about a year before they got married. Their first date was what Elmer referred to as a picture show or a drive-in theater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Elmer was asked if they did any smooching at the drive-in, he laughed and said, “Well, that’s what drive-ins were for.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Geraldine was asked what attracted her to her husband she said, “I guess it was love at first sight,” which was one of her only comments during the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“What attracted me to her was that we had a lot of things in common and we did a lot of things together,” Elmer said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elmer said the best part of his life was when they were raising a family. The couple has three children, Ann Shepherd and Robert and Jerry Yates; three grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Her best qualities were that she was always there for me, always backed me in whatever I was doing, and she was very independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“She had her own way of doing things, and I appreciated that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Her personality has changed, but not drastically. She can remember long-term but can’t remember short-term things.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once the Alzheimer’s set in, Elmer said there seem to be some things missing in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Before all this, it was the company we had with each other, the discussions, the talking,” he said. “That’s kind of quieted down. I miss going places, and now, there’s a loneliness and emptiness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elmer was recently asked to speak at his church on how his marriage has survived for almost 60 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I hold to the vow that was made, and I feel pretty strong about that,” he said. “That’s part of it, but not the main thing. It’s the bond we share. I still love her, and some days, it’s stronger than others.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ann nominated her parents for “The Greatest Love Story” contest but didn’t tell her parents about it until she got the call that they were the winners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“When someone wants to tell a love story, they often think of words like candlelight, roses and moonlit walks,” Ann said. “While I used to think that too, I now know what a true love story is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“The best thing a dad can do for his children is to love their mother, and I know that my dad loves my mom unconditionally. When I think of a love story now, I think of words like compassion, consideration, patience, encouragement and eternal.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elmer was asked if he thought they had the greatest love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You could say that,” he said. “But there are others out there that have greater stories. But to us, it’s our story.”  Throughout their marriage, Elmer has had a tradition of picking out the prettiest, fanciest card for his wife for every occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I try to pick out cards that relate to us, the part she’s played in our lives and to remind her of what she’s done throughout the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“The only thing, however, is that I don’t sign the cards. I used to sign the cards, ‘It’s from me.’ I’ve always told her, however, that I don’t sign them because she knows who they’re from.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although Elmer struggles every day caring for his wife, he has no plans of putting her in a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“As long as I’m healthy as I am now, I’ll probably never put her in a home.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is Valentine’s Day, but it’s also Wednesday, the only day that Elmer is able to get out of the house. So today, Elmer will be out at the store picking out the prettiest Valentine’s Day card he can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“It’s not that I’m waiting until the last minute; it’s the only time I can get out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, tonight, when the lights are turned down low, Elmer will be tucking his wife into bed.  Displayed on the nightstand will be the prettiest Valentine’s Day card ever. It will tell of a lifetime full of meaning, but it will be unsigned, because she knows who it’s from.When Geraldine wakes up in the morning, she’ll have two things waiting for her — a fresh cup of coffee and a husband who will always stand by her side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-6081828279775345326?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/6081828279775345326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=6081828279775345326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6081828279775345326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6081828279775345326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/greatest-love-story-in-hunt-county.html' title='Greatest love story in Hunt County'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-6087467689387984508</id><published>2007-02-18T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:31.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP: Dress Up Games &amp; Cartoon Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdiw8gUIIII/AAAAAAAAAKY/_yPmQLZsD80/s1600-h/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032967137099522178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="167" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdiw8gUIIII/AAAAAAAAAKY/_yPmQLZsD80/s320/image1.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdiwdwUIIHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0PmZs0G4CR0/s1600-h/image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032966608818544754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdiwdwUIIHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0PmZs0G4CR0/s320/image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a paid advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love to dress up yet I rarely have the opportunity to do so living on the farm. Frilly blouses and high heels with diamond and gold bracelets make me feel all girly! Now, I can play dress up on the internet. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/doll-maker/dress-up-games.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dress Up Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; web site allows me to customize any figure. With the doll maker, first I choose a figure then I can opt for practically any outfit or accessory. The options are virtually unlimited. Figures range from cartoon to cuties. There are even figures that the guys will like. Outfits range from ball gowns to punk styles. Additional choices are earrings, stockings, hats, bracelets, handbags, and hair adornments. My favorite coordinating accessories are the shoes. A girl can never have enough shoes! They have boots, sneakers, heels and all the latest styles to choose from. I must not forget the hairstyles. Yes, you can even design your figure’s hair style and hair color. There are many to fit your style. Another favorite use for these figures is to create an avatar for your own website. The fashion games allow one to play on this site all day. Next time my niece visits, I will turn her on to this site with games for girls. She will have a blast and so will you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/images/3067/13380.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-6087467689387984508?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/6087467689387984508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=6087467689387984508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6087467689387984508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/6087467689387984508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/ppp-dress-up-games-cartoon-dolls.html' title='PPP: Dress Up Games &amp; Cartoon Dolls'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/Rdiw8gUIIII/AAAAAAAAAKY/_yPmQLZsD80/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-2624260975226083949</id><published>2007-02-17T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:34:04.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Boy by Keith Urban</title><content type='html'>I heard this song performed by Keith urban on the Today show. It hits me right at home cause it is exactly how I feel at this stage in my life, except I still feel so beaten down, I haven't been able to fly - YET. It is a beautiful song.&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq-rpJ-u2Rg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, she was precious like a flower&lt;br /&gt;She grew wild, wild but innocent&lt;br /&gt;A perfect prayer in a desperate hour&lt;br /&gt;She was everything beautiful and different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boy, you can't fence that in&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind&lt;br /&gt;She let her heart and soul right in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans&lt;br /&gt;She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens&lt;br /&gt;When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boy, stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what made you think you could take a life&lt;br /&gt;And just push it push it around&lt;br /&gt;I guess you build yourself up so high&lt;br /&gt;You had to take her and break her down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let her heart and soul right in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans&lt;br /&gt;She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens&lt;br /&gt;When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't&lt;br /&gt;You stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you always had to be right but now you've lost&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that ever made you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she let her heart and soul right in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ya did&lt;br /&gt;She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens&lt;br /&gt;When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't&lt;br /&gt;You stupid boy, oh, I'm the same old&lt;br /&gt;Same old stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took awhile for her to figure out she could run&lt;br /&gt;But when she did, she was long gone&lt;br /&gt;Long gone, long gone&lt;br /&gt;Ah, she's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's ever gonna love me like she loved me&lt;br /&gt;And she loved me, she loved me&lt;br /&gt;God please, just let her know&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Baby, yeah, I'm down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;She's never coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-2624260975226083949?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/2624260975226083949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=2624260975226083949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2624260975226083949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2624260975226083949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-boy-by-keith-urban.html' title='Stupid Boy by Keith Urban'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5008331886162675218</id><published>2007-02-16T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:56:38.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PPP: Millionaire Dating Site</title><content type='html'>This is a paid advertisement. I’ve dated plenty of guys for the mere attraction. Unfortunately they all seem to want me to be the payee. Just for once, I’d like to date a guy who will carry his share. How to find that guy? There seem to be hundreds of dating sites. Every day I see advertisements on television for this, that or the other dating service. Love and admiration fade, so why not date someone who can offer you more? At this &lt;a href="http://www.dateamillionaire.com/"&gt;Millionaire Dating Service&lt;/a&gt; you no longer have to worry about dating a financial loser. While money isn’t everything, why not enjoy the benefits of privilege while getting to know someone special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.counttrackula.com/tracker/images/3143/13380.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5008331886162675218?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5008331886162675218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5008331886162675218' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5008331886162675218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5008331886162675218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/ppp-millionaire-dating-site.html' title='PPP: Millionaire Dating Site'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-2267359345367763032</id><published>2007-02-16T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:25:13.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently, I have been lurking at this lady's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://snicolasoriginals.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S Nicolas Originals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.  Besides her wonderful stories, she is an awesome artist - making the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delectable&lt;/span&gt; dolls.  Go visit her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-2267359345367763032?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/2267359345367763032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=2267359345367763032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2267359345367763032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/2267359345367763032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-blog-friend.html' title='New Blog Friend'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-3147502302037613856</id><published>2007-02-16T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:17:11.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Famous Leader Are You?</title><content type='html'>I am Ghandi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-3147502302037613856?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/3147502302037613856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=3147502302037613856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3147502302037613856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3147502302037613856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-famous-leader-are-you.html' title='What Famous Leader Are You?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7237196071974695557</id><published>2007-02-16T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:40:49.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Appetizer : What sound, other than the normal ringing, would you like your telephone to make? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wind rustling through the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Soup : Describe your usual disposition in meteorological terms (partly cloudy, sunny, stormy, etc.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;the calm before a tornado or hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Salad : What specific subject do you feel you know better than any other subjects? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;calming an animal and taking care of pet injuries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Main Course : Imagine you were given the ability to remember everything you read for one entire day. Which books/magazines/newspapers would you choose to read? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a book on plant identity such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Herbs-Texas-Howard-Garrett/dp/0292781733"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Herbs for Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dessert : If a popular candy maker contacted you to create their next confection, what would it be like and what would you name it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;a now defunct Texas winery, Hill Country Cellars, made a dark chocolate ball filled with their wonderful port wine. i would bring those back to life and call them Chocolate Bombshells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7237196071974695557?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7237196071974695557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7237196071974695557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7237196071974695557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7237196071974695557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-feast.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-814925741291538130</id><published>2007-02-15T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:26:18.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Internet Problems</title><content type='html'>Well, I had pretty good connectivity for about 3 days. Now I am having trouble again. Prism.net had taken down their satillite tower and rebuilt it. Something happened to it during the ice storm. Obviously they are still having quirks.  Therefore, my excuse for being lax in commenting, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-814925741291538130?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/814925741291538130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=814925741291538130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/814925741291538130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/814925741291538130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/still-internet-problems.html' title='Still Internet Problems'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5224252005966131427</id><published>2007-02-14T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:31.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Name the Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdSKRwUIIGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fTt-muHM19E/s1600-h/Bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031798721311416418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdSKRwUIIGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fTt-muHM19E/s320/Bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdOkfwUIIFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/L_ZNYLY9Lno/s1600-h/Bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my new rescued bunny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The story: Sunday, a neighbor (retired college professor from Georgetown, Texas) stopped by while I was painting the front gate. He was trying to pawn off Redbone Hounddog puppies. There was a bucket- full of 7 five- week-old pups that weighed about 12 pounds each (BIG puppies, but so cute). While I was giving him a scolding for breeding dogs since there are so many homeless pets, I noticed he had a bunny in a cage on his fla- bed trailer. Upon asking him why the bunny was freezing in a cage, he replied that he bought the cage and bunny at auction and just wanted the cage. "I'm going to let the rabbit loose in the pasture." Well I couldn't have that. So I told the idiot I would take the bunny. He is fairly friendly considering the torture he went through. I can pet him and he plays with my cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's play NAME THE BUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I am thinking something Valentiney like Archer, Valentino, Chip - as in chocolate), but that also seems corney so I need help!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5224252005966131427?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5224252005966131427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5224252005966131427' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5224252005966131427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5224252005966131427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/name-bunny.html' title='Name the Bunny'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdSKRwUIIGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fTt-muHM19E/s72-c/Bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-5037834994519371456</id><published>2007-02-14T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:31.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are two fun, chocolate treats for all occasions (anyone is welcome to provide me with either today):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ChocochocoHouse.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Darling handbags and shoes made of chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdNYmAUIIEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xr1pYNNay-Q/s1600-h/chocochocohouse_1935_16368816.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031462618645667906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdNYmAUIIEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xr1pYNNay-Q/s320/chocochocohouse_1935_16368816.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breasteses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;(sorry no photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are decadent. They are perky and sweet. They come in pairs, melt in your mouth, and when you're finished, you're not quite satisfied. Don't worry, it's not just you. Breasteses have that effect on everyone. The melty, chocolatey goodness is the culinary creation of one Lois M. Rodriguez, mistress of the baked goods. Chocolate-covered chocolate cake delectably gives way to a creamy whipped chocolate mousse center. And a sweet perky raspberry to top it off and give it a Breasteses appeal. The treats can occasionally be found in the refrigerated section at Nueva Onda. There's no wrong way to get a mouthful of Breasteses. Nueva Onda, 2218 College Ave., Austin, Texas 447-5063 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuevaaustin.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.nuevaaustin.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;(I'd love to make these Breasteses!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-5037834994519371456?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/5037834994519371456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=5037834994519371456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5037834994519371456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/5037834994519371456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/chocolate-favorites.html' title='Chocolate Favorites'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdNYmAUIIEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xr1pYNNay-Q/s72-c/chocochocohouse_1935_16368816.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8147825801923723185</id><published>2007-02-14T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:32.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Antique Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdMtHQUIIDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kV34Sz-lDSk/s1600-h/valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031414811364696114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdMtHQUIIDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kV34Sz-lDSk/s320/valentine.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdMsvAUIICI/AAAAAAAAAJU/b5IPxeffMGE/s1600-h/valentine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031414394752868386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdMsvAUIICI/AAAAAAAAAJU/b5IPxeffMGE/s320/valentine2.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8147825801923723185?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8147825801923723185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8147825801923723185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8147825801923723185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8147825801923723185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/antique-valentines.html' title='Antique Valentines'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/RdMtHQUIIDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kV34Sz-lDSk/s72-c/valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-7669737547627430605</id><published>2007-02-13T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:02:07.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Tuesday: Old Sayings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heraldbanner.com/local/local_story_042233008.html"&gt;from THE HERALD BANNER, Greenville, Texas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaining insight from old sayings&lt;br /&gt;By James Conrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old-timers in Hunt County had a unique way of condensing an aphorism or truism into a short, pithy saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today historians and folklorists study these sayings for the insight that they provide for understanding values and folk traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unexplained reasons many of these antique expressions exhibited hostility to man’s best friend, the dog. A case in point is this saying: “There ‘s always other ways of killing a dog than chocking him with butter.” Part of the secret of these sayings is interpreting their meaning into contemporary wording. In this case, the saying probably conveys the thought that there are always less expensive and more efficient ways of doing something. A modern day version of this is “There are many ways of skinning a cat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another saying that was popular that used dogs were: “Enough is enough and too much is dog bait (scraps)” Here the meaning is that too much of anything has little value. To describe a low down, low life individual, an old-timer would say: “He is worse than an eye sucking dog.” This saying had currency when farm families used chickens to lay eggs for family table and for sale. Snakes might get into the hen house eggs, but only a misfit dog would suck eggs in the hen house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying that “two moves are as good as fire,” comes from the time that the sharecropper often moved from one farm to another. Every move of a tenant farmer meant that something got left behind either by accident or lack of room in the wagon to carry to the new farmstead. December or January tended to be the time of the year after the crops had been harvested and sold, that tenants would leave if they were going to leave a place. For some this was an annual event, so much that that it was said that as the family started loading up the furniture and clothes onto the family wagon that the “chicken crossed their legs and the cows began to head up.” In those days, a farmer wife tied the legs of chicken to carry them in the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All wool and a yard wide,” was a way of saying something nice about a person or an object. Roamey Williams, from Wolfe City, vividly explained the expression: “My father agreed to buy an unseen cow and calf from Tom Denney. I told him that was a good way to get cheated. But my father said that no man would get cheated from buying from Denney. When we bought the cow from him, she proved highly satisfactory and that is when I learned that some people are “all wool and a yard wide.” This saying, I am sure, derives from the high value placed on pure wool in the days before machine operated textile mills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another expression that is still used is “the latch string is always out.” In the pioneer days of log cabins, the doors had latches and latch string instead of locks and bolts. The latch string hung outside the front door and was attached to the latch inside the house. By pulling the string you could unlatch the door. If the homeowner did not want unwelcome visitors, he simply pulled the string inside the front door and pulled the curtains across the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayings might be lengthier than a short phrase in the explanation of the difference between britches and pants and between fiddle and a violin. “If britches cost more than a dollar and half, they were pants. If a fiddle cost more than $3 it became a violin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conrad is archivist and oral historian at Texas A&amp;amp;M University-Commerce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-7669737547627430605?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/7669737547627430605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=7669737547627430605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7669737547627430605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/7669737547627430605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/texas-tuesday-old-sayings.html' title='Texas Tuesday: Old Sayings'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-3511892907996229114</id><published>2007-02-12T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:08:47.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Feeling Used?</title><content type='html'>Everyone feels taken advantage of at some point. Whether it is non-reciprocation of feelings or users bumming money (as in &lt;a href="http://whenyouronlytoolisahammer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hammer's&lt;/a&gt; case).&lt;br /&gt;I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.mentallyspeaking.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blu&lt;/span&gt; Jewel's&lt;/a&gt; blog today and her post of February 2nd is very uplifting, in addtition to reflecting my mood of late.  I borrowed this from her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; hope she doesn't mind - go check out her site!  She's gonna be my new read!  Thank you Blu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blu's&lt;/span&gt; post verbatim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lifted this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alibrainthebalance.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honey Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expecting life to treat you well because you're a good person; is like expecting an angry bull not to charge you because you're a vegetarian.&lt;/em&gt;--Shari R. Barr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I read this I first laughed, but then the reality of it set in as being completely true. I'm one of those people who'll do just about anything for anyone without wanting anything in return. I've always been told it's a good quality trait to have; however, I've sometimes found it to work to my disadvantage because people have tended to take advantage of me and/or my kindness. Nowadays I'm a little less willing to over extend myself for a few reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because it's simply not healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's exhausting to be nice/kind all the time because it can compromise my own happiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Because sometimes it would be nice to have an action reciprocated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashing the reality check was as much needed as my vegetarian ass being charged by the bull. All that aside, I still tend to be a good person, not because I want to be treated in the same fashion I treat others, but simply because that's the type of person I am. I'm not going to go from zero to bitch faster than a Porsche because someone said or did something I don't like. Life consists of shitty things and shitty people and just because I'm a good person, doesn't mean others are. Some people are inherently bad and there's little anyone can do to change them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humble opinion is this; if you're a good person, be proud of that. Don't expect others to appreciate or reciprocate it. Do what you do because you wanted to and call it a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-3511892907996229114?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/3511892907996229114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=3511892907996229114' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3511892907996229114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/3511892907996229114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/tired-of-feeling-used.html' title='Tired of Feeling Used?'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35412742.post-8928394191671355797</id><published>2007-02-12T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T08:43:03.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Preparations</title><content type='html'>THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE   RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This describes everything you are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought that I could love no other --  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that is until I met your brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet,  and so are you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are  dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But don't take that paper bag off your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Damn, I'm good at telling lies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My love, you take my breath away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My feelings for you no words can tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Except for maybe "Go to hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What inspired this amorous rhyme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two parts vodka, one part lime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35412742-8928394191671355797?l=nomascorporate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/feeds/8928394191671355797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35412742&amp;postID=8928394191671355797' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8928394191671355797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35412742/posts/default/8928394191671355797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomascorporate.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-preparations.html' title='Valentine Preparations'/><author><name>No Mas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12937153685615919457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfo6eIcdUzs/SUmNRxCCiPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Acead5iNuRw/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
