(2838,1,'2010-12-21 12:23:43','2010-12-21 19:23:43','<p>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly scheduled in a practice as a 365 project day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"> </span></span><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To build myself up, I haul out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like the Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>Ye</strong>p.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span><br class=\"spacer_\" /></span></li>\r\n</ul>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-10','','','2010-12-21 12:23:43','2010-12-21 19:23:43','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(2840,1,'2010-12-21 12:24:45','2010-12-21 19:24:45','<p>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly scheduled in a practice as a 365 project day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To build myself up, I haul out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>Ye</strong>p.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span><br class=\"spacer_\" /></span></li>\r\n</ul>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-12','','','2010-12-21 12:24:45','2010-12-21 19:24:45','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(2841,1,'2010-12-21 12:26:48','2010-12-21 19:26:48','<p>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thank you. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly scheduled in a practice as a 365 project day. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To build myself up, I haul out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas --</strong> <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Yep.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span></span></li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To Be Continued...</span></span></p>\n\n<p>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></div>\n</p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n</span></p>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-13','','','2010-12-21 12:26:48','2010-12-21 19:26:48','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(2843,1,'2010-12-21 12:29:43','2010-12-21 19:29:43','<p>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly scheduled in a practice as a 365 project day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To build myself up, I haul out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas --</strong> <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Yep.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To Be Continued...</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></div>\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</span></p>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-14','','','2010-12-21 12:29:43','2010-12-21 19:29:43','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(2845,1,'2010-12-21 13:47:24','2010-12-21 20:47:24','<p>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thank you. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly scheduled in a practice as a 365 project day. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To build myself up, I haul out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas --</strong> <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Yep.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span></span></li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To Be Continued...</span></span></p>\n\n<p>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span></div>\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-16','','','2010-12-21 13:47:24','2010-12-21 20:47:24','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(2844,1,'2010-12-21 13:45:46','2010-12-21 20:45:46','<p>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly scheduled in a practice as a 365 project day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To build myself up, I haul out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas --</strong> <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Yep.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To Be Continued...</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></div>\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"></span></div>\r\n </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</span></p>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-15','','','2010-12-21 13:45:46','2010-12-21 20:45:46','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(2846,1,'2010-12-21 14:01:45','2010-12-21 21:01:45','<p>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly scheduled in a practice as a 365 project day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To build myself up, I haul out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas --</strong> <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Yep.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To Be Continued...</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span></div>\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-17','','','2010-12-21 14:01:45','2010-12-21 21:01:45','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(2848,1,'2010-12-21 14:15:23','2010-12-21 21:15:23','','2906487851_060ff793c6','','inherit','open','open','','2906487851_060ff793c6','','','2010-12-21 14:15:23','2010-12-21 21:15:23','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/2906487851_060ff793c6.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2847,1,'2010-12-21 14:03:40','2010-12-21 21:03:40','<p>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly cancelled Tamale Making 101 and scheduled in a guitar practice as a 365 project day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To build myself up, I haul out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas --</strong> <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Yep.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To Be Continued...</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span></div>\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-18','','','2010-12-21 14:03:40','2010-12-21 21:03:40','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(2849,1,'2010-12-21 14:16:06','2010-12-21 21:16:06','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/insetto_scoppiettante/2906487851/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2848\" title=\"2906487851_060ff793c6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/2906487851_060ff793c6-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thank you. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly cancelled Tamale Making 101 and scheduled in a guitar practice as a 365 project day. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To build myself up, I hauled out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas --</strong> <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Yep.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span></span></li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To Be Continued...</span></span></p>\n\n<p>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span></div>\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-19','','','2010-12-21 14:16:06','2010-12-21 21:16:06','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(2850,1,'2010-12-21 14:16:08','2010-12-21 21:16:08','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/insetto_scoppiettante/2906487851/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2848\" title=\"2906487851_060ff793c6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/2906487851_060ff793c6-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly cancelled Tamale Making 101 and scheduled in a guitar practice as a 365 project day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To build myself up, I hauled out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas --</strong> <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Yep.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To Be Continued...</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span></div>\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-20','','','2010-12-21 14:16:08','2010-12-21 21:16:08','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(2851,1,'2010-12-21 14:16:16','2010-12-21 21:16:16','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/insetto_scoppiettante/2906487851/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2848\" title=\"2906487851_060ff793c6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/2906487851_060ff793c6-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a>All I want for Christmas is more hours in each day for 2011. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I love, Love, LOVE honoring my passion for writing while living my <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\">365 project</a></strong> and creating this blog.  Naturally, when I\'m juggling a soul-scintillating adventure each day along with updating the blog, a 40+ hour a week day job, and a new puppy, some things are going to slip through the cracks.  Like sleep.  And exercise.  And guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t think I have a right to complain, as puppy and blog have brought so much to my life.  I am beyond blessed.  But since I\'m exceptionally hormonal today, please allow me a big</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-large;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">HUMBUG! </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Because I am human after all, and when I pick up the guitar and I can\'t play as well as a 3rd grader, I\'m going to get cranky. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Every December, I serenade my family with Christmas music when I visit Houston.  (Thank you, Lauren, for always being so gracious in lending me your guitar!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since I haven\'t had time to play since I started this blog on September 15th, and since World\'s Most Precious Niece/3rd Grade Guitar Student Extraordinaire is chomping at the bit to play with me, I thought I\'d better get on that.  Since there are few activities that are as soul-scintillating for me as guitar and singing, I cleverly cancelled Tamale Making 101 and scheduled in a guitar practice as a 365 project day. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is what World\'s Most Precious Niece wants to play with me:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Rudolph --</strong> </span>Easy.  Used to play this one in the classroom.  Tonight...don\'t sound so great.  And I\'ve lost my finger calluses from lack of playing.  Owie.    </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Santa Claus is Coming to Town --</strong></span> Another kiddie song.  Looked up chords and easy to play, but... incorrect chords.  It\'s 9:30, I have to be up early for work, and don\'t have time to figure this out.  NEXT!</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Jingle Bell Rock --</strong></span> Can\'t stand this song, but it\'s for World\'s Most Precious niece.  Luckily, don\'t know those chords.  This will make her feel like she is much better than me.  The way I sound tonight, she probably is.  Can you spell h-u-m-b-l-i-n-g?</li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Winter Wonderland --</strong></span> Uh-oh.  I don\'t know any of these chords.  What the?!?!<br class=\"spacer_\" /><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong> </strong></span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Self-Esteem Crisis, Everybody!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To build myself up, I hauled out my music from last year and play what I know: <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>River -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">This is my Mom\'s favorite.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Blue</span> </strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Christmas -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Nothing like that obnoxious Elvis version.  I think I\'m much better.  Even when I\'m rusty.  ;-) </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Silent Night -- </strong></span>I play this in 4/4 rather than 3/4 which gives this a folkie sound.  I can tell you right now that my Nana is going to request the \"traditional\" way.  :-) </li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #008080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">A Baby Just Like You </span></strong></span>and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>It\'s In Everyone Of Us -- </strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Two John Denver songs from The Muppets Christmas album.  John Denver is the reason I play guitar.  True story.  </span></span></li>\r\n	<li><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Last Christmas --</strong> <span style=\"color: #000000;\">Yep.  By Wham.  Go ahead and laugh at me.  My self-esteem is back in tact.  </span></span></li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To Be Continued...</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<div><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></span><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span></div>\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 85:  If You Don\'t Use It, You Really Do Lose it.  Humbug.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2812-revision-21','','','2010-12-21 14:16:16','2010-12-21 21:16:16','',2812,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2812-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(2852,1,'2010-12-24 00:00:57','2010-12-24 07:00:57','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2856\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>The intention was to make hot buttered rum on a cold winter\'s night.  Although we are in the midst of an unseasonably warm December here in the desert.   (Yes, it can get chilly in the winter in the desert, especially at night. )</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is the recipe that I used <strong> <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx</a>.</strong> Which is probably spot on except that I decided that I didn\'t want to go out and buy dark rum for this one occasion.  I thought that my not-so-cheap light rum would substitute just fine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And when you substitute light rum for dark rum, your Hot Buttered Rum looks more like a hot buttered Pina Colada.  (And tastes like one, too.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  Our balmy December called for a tropical drink, I suppose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thanks for being a good sport and Hot Pina Colada guinea pig, Svenny.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cheers, everyone!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" codebase=\"http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" /><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" /><param name=\"src\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" /><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" /><embed type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\"> </embed></object>\r\n</p>','Day 87:  Hot Buttered Rum or Hot Buttered Pina Colada? ','','publish','open','open','','day-87-hot-buttered-rum-or-hot-buttered-pina-colada','','','2010-12-24 11:36:30','2010-12-24 18:36:30','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=2852',0,'post','',1),(2853,1,'2010-12-21 14:24:33','2010-12-21 21:24:33','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','2852-revision','','','2010-12-21 14:24:33','2010-12-21 21:24:33','',2852,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2852-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(2855,1,'2010-12-21 16:27:07','2010-12-21 23:27:07','<p>I\'ve never thought about getting an in-home massage.  Too pricey. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svennykins solely gets in-home massages through <strong>Melody</strong>.  Here\'s the kicker:  I found out that she only charges $10 more for an in-home massage!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">??? !!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Still...I\'d rather save $10 for a lunch out or something else 10 dollar-ish until...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I found myself crate training a puppy until she was completely housebroken.  I certainly wasn\'t going to leave Little Miss B in her crate for even more time at the end of the work day!  So...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Can you tell that I\'m trying to justify spoiling myself to the Nth degree?  This is a bad habit of mine...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Melody if I could be decadent like Svenny and schedule an in-home massage.  This way, I could get my aching back worked on and Bella could be free. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s an extra bonus for scheduling an in-home massage during the holidays:  Christmas Playlist! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For whatever reason (holiday braindeadness?), I couldn\'t get the repeat feature to work on iTunes.  The intention was to have Charlie Brown Christmas repeat, but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Melody and I found ourselves listening to both the extended and regular versions of \"Last Christmas\" by Wham.  :-)  Followed by...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Do You Hear What I Hear\" by none other than Ms. Whitney Houston.  Hers is the only cover that I like for that song.  Wow, that woman has a set of pipes!  Followed by...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Fanfare for the Common Man\".  You know this as the \"Olympic Theme\".  Yep.  \"Christmas Genre\" on iTunes ended with Whitney and moved on to \"Classical\". </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dressed to \"Moonlight Sonata\" which was very relaxing and reminded me and Melody of the upcoming and historic Lunar Eclipse. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella highly approved of all of this spoiling.  And I HIGHLY recommend.  :-)</p>','Day 86:  \'Tis the Season for a Home Massage ','','inherit','open','open','','2814-revision-3','','','2010-12-21 16:27:07','2010-12-21 23:27:07','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2814-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(2854,1,'2010-12-21 16:25:41','2010-12-21 23:25:41','<p>I\'ve never thought about getting an in-home massage.  Too pricey. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svennykins solely gets in-home massages through <strong>Melody</strong>.  Here\'s the kicker:  I found out that she only charges $10 more for an in-home massage!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">??? !!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Still...I\'d rather save $10 for a lunch out or something else 10 dollar-ish until...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I found myself crate training a puppy until she was completely housebroken.  I certainly wasn\'t going to leave Little Miss B in her crate for even more time at the end of the work day!  So...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Can you tell that I\'m trying to justify spoiling myself to the Nth degree?  This is a bad habit of mine...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Melody if I could be decadent like Svenny and schedule an in-home massage.  This way, I could get my aching back worked on and Bella could be free. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s an extra bonus for scheduling an in-home massage during the holidays:  Christmas Playlist! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For whatever reason (holiday braindeadness?), I couldn\'t get the repeat feature to work on iTunes.  The intention was to have Charlie Brown Christmas repeat, but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Melody and I found ourselves listening to both the extended and regular versions of \"Last Christmas\" by Wham.  :-)  Followed by...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Do You Hear What I Hear\" by none other than Ms. Whitney Houston.  Hers is the only cover that I like for that song.  Wow, that woman has a set of pipes!  Followed by...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Fanfare for the Common Man\".  You know this as the \"Olympic Theme\".  Yep.  \"Christmas Genre\" on iTunes ended with Whitney and moved on to \"Classical\". </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dressed to \"Moonlight Sonata\" which was very relaxing and reminded me and Melody of the upcoming and historic Lunar Eclipse. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella highly approved of all of this spoiling.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For the future, I will need to determine if I\'m wil</p>','Day 86:  \'Tis the Season for a Home Massage ','','inherit','open','open','','2814-revision-2','','','2010-12-21 16:25:41','2010-12-21 23:25:41','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2814-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(2856,1,'2010-12-21 21:54:15','2010-12-22 04:54:15','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-167','','','2010-12-21 21:54:15','2010-12-22 04:54:15','',2852,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2857,1,'2010-12-21 21:46:24','2010-12-22 04:46:24','<p>Here is the recipe that I used  <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx\">http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx</a> </p>','Day 87:  Hot Toddy','','inherit','open','open','','2852-revision-2','','','2010-12-21 21:46:24','2010-12-22 04:46:24','',2852,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2852-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(2858,1,'2010-12-21 21:59:14','2010-12-22 04:59:14','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-168','','','2010-12-21 21:59:14','2010-12-22 04:59:14','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2859,1,'2010-12-21 16:27:46','2010-12-21 23:27:46','<p>I\'ve never thought about getting an in-home massage.  Too pricey. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svennykins solely gets in-home massages through <strong>Melody</strong>.  Here\'s the kicker:  I found out that she only charges $10 more for an in-home massage!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">??? !!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Still...I\'d rather save $10 for a lunch out or something else 10 dollar-ish until...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I found myself crate training a puppy until she was completely housebroken.  I certainly wasn\'t going to leave Little Miss B in her crate for even more time at the end of the work day!  So...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you tell that I\'m trying to justify spoiling myself to the Nth degree?  This is a bad habit of mine...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Melody if I could be decadent like Svenny and schedule an in-home massage.  This way, I could get my aching back worked on and Bella could be free. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here\'s an extra bonus for scheduling an in-home massage during the holidays:  Christmas Playlist! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For whatever reason (holiday braindeadness?), I couldn\'t get the repeat feature to work on iTunes.  The intention was to have Charlie Brown Christmas repeat, but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Melody and I found ourselves listening to both the extended and regular versions of \"Last Christmas\" by Wham.  :-)  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do You Hear What I Hear\" by none other than Ms. Whitney Houston.  Hers is the only cover that I like for that song.  Wow, that woman has a set of pipes!  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fanfare for the Common Man\".  You know this as the \"Olympic Theme\".  Yep.  \"Christmas Genre\" on iTunes ended with Whitney and moved on to \"Classical\". </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dressed to \"Moonlight Sonata\" which was very relaxing and reminded me and Melody of the upcoming and historic Lunar Eclipse. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella highly approved of all of this spoiling.  And I HIGHLY recommend.  :-)</p>','Day 86:  \'Tis the Season for a Home Massage ','','inherit','open','open','','2814-revision-4','','','2010-12-21 16:27:46','2010-12-21 23:27:46','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2814-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(2860,1,'2010-12-21 21:59:46','2010-12-22 04:59:46','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2858\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I\'ve never thought about getting an in-home massage.  Too pricey.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svennykins solely gets in-home massages through <strong>Melody</strong>.  Here\'s the kicker:  I found out that she only charges $10 more for an in-home massage!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">??? !!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Still...I\'d rather save $10 for a lunch out or something else 10 dollar-ish until...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I found myself crate training a puppy until she was completely housebroken.  I certainly wasn\'t going to leave Little Miss B in her crate for even more time at the end of the work day!  So...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you tell that I\'m trying to justify spoiling myself to the Nth degree?  This is a bad habit of mine...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Melody if I could be decadent like Svenny and schedule an in-home massage.  This way, I could get my aching back worked on and Bella could be free.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here\'s an extra bonus for scheduling an in-home massage during the holidays:  Christmas Playlist!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For whatever reason (holiday braindeadness?), I couldn\'t get the repeat feature to work on iTunes.  The intention was to have Charlie Brown Christmas repeat, but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Melody and I found ourselves listening to both the extended and regular versions of \"Last Christmas\" by Wham.  :-)  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do You Hear What I Hear\" by none other than Ms. Whitney Houston.  Hers is the only cover that I like for that song.  Wow, that woman has a set of pipes!  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fanfare for the Common Man\".  You know this as the \"Olympic Theme\".  Yep.  \"Christmas Genre\" on iTunes ended with Whitney and moved on to \"Classical\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dressed to \"Moonlight Sonata\" which was very relaxing and reminded me and Melody of the upcoming and historic Lunar Eclipse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella highly approved of all of this spoiling.  And I HIGHLY recommend.  :-)</p>','Day 86:  \'Tis the Season for a Home Massage ','','inherit','open','open','','2814-revision-5','','','2010-12-21 21:59:46','2010-12-22 04:59:46','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2814-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(2861,1,'2010-12-21 22:00:27','2010-12-22 05:00:27','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2858\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I\'ve never thought about getting an in-home massage.  Too pricey.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svennykins solely gets in-home massages through <strong>Melody</strong>.  Here\'s the kicker:  I found out that she only charges $10 more for an in-home massage!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">??? !!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Still...I\'d rather save $10 for a lunch out or something else 10 dollar-ish until...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I found myself crate training a puppy until she was completely housebroken.  I certainly wasn\'t going to leave Little Miss B in her crate for even more time at the end of the work day!  So...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you tell that I\'m trying to justify spoiling myself to the Nth degree?  This is a bad habit of mine...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Melody if I could be decadent like Svenny and schedule an in-home massage.  This way, I could get my aching back worked on and Bella could be free.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here\'s an extra bonus for scheduling an in-home massage during the holidays:  Christmas Playlist!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For whatever reason (holiday braindeadness?), I couldn\'t get the repeat feature to work on iTunes.  The intention was to have Charlie Brown Christmas repeat, but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Melody and I found ourselves listening to both the extended and regular versions of \"Last Christmas\" by Wham.  :-)  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do You Hear What I Hear\" by none other than Ms. Whitney Houston.  Hers is the only cover that I like for that song.  Wow, that woman has a set of pipes!  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fanfare for the Common Man\".  You know this as the \"Olympic Theme\".  Yep.  \"Christmas Genre\" on iTunes ended with Whitney and moved on to \"Classical\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dressed to \"Moonlight Sonata\" which was very relaxing and reminded me and Melody of the upcoming and historic Lunar Eclipse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella highly approved of all of this spoiling.  And I HIGHLY recommend.  :-)</p>','Day 86:  \'Tis the Season for a Home Massage ','','inherit','open','open','','2814-revision-6','','','2010-12-21 22:00:27','2010-12-22 05:00:27','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2814-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(2862,1,'2010-12-21 22:00:33','2010-12-22 05:00:33','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2858\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I\'ve never thought about getting an in-home massage.  Too pricey.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svennykins solely gets in-home massages through <strong>Melody</strong>.  Here\'s the kicker:  I found out that she only charges $10 more for an in-home massage!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">??? !!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Still...I\'d rather save $10 for a lunch out or something else 10 dollar-ish until...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I found myself crate training a puppy until she was completely housebroken.  I certainly wasn\'t going to leave Little Miss B in her crate for even more time at the end of the work day!  So...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you tell that I\'m trying to justify spoiling myself to the Nth degree?  This is a bad habit of mine...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Melody if I could be decadent like Svenny and schedule an in-home massage.  This way, I could get my aching back worked on and Bella could be free.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here\'s an extra bonus for scheduling an in-home massage during the holidays:  Christmas Playlist!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For whatever reason (holiday braindeadness?), I couldn\'t get the repeat feature to work on iTunes.  The intention was to have Charlie Brown Christmas repeat, but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Melody and I found ourselves listening to both the extended and regular versions of \"Last Christmas\" by Wham.  :-)  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do You Hear What I Hear\" by none other than Ms. Whitney Houston.  Hers is the only cover that I like for that song.  Wow, that woman has a set of pipes!  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fanfare for the Common Man\".  You know this as the \"Olympic Theme\".  Yep.  \"Christmas Genre\" on iTunes ended with Whitney and moved on to \"Classical\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dressed to \"Moonlight Sonata\" which was very relaxing and reminded me and Melody of the upcoming and historic Lunar Eclipse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella highly approved of all of this spoiling.  And I HIGHLY recommend.  :-)</p>','Day 86:  \'Tis the Season for a Home Massage ','','inherit','open','open','','2814-revision-7','','','2010-12-21 22:00:33','2010-12-22 05:00:33','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2814-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(2863,1,'2010-12-21 22:03:59','2010-12-22 05:03:59','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2858\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I\'ve never thought about getting an in-home massage.  Too pricey.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svennykins solely gets in-home massages through <strong>Melody</strong>.  Here\'s the kicker:  I found out that she only charges $10 more for an in-home massage!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">??? !!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Still...I\'d rather save $10 for a lunch out or something else 10 dollar-ish until...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I found myself crate training a puppy until she was completely housebroken.  I certainly wasn\'t going to leave Little Miss B in her crate for even more time at the end of the work day!  So...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Can you tell that I\'m trying to justify spoiling myself to the Nth degree?  This is a bad habit of mine...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Melody if I could be decadent like Svenny and schedule an in-home massage.  This way, I could get my aching back worked on and Bella could be free.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here\'s an extra bonus for scheduling an in-home massage during the holidays:  Christmas Playlist!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For whatever reason (holiday braindeadness?), I couldn\'t get the repeat feature to work on iTunes.  The intention was to have Charlie Brown Christmas repeat, but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Melody and I found ourselves listening to both the extended and regular versions of \"Last Christmas\" by Wham.  :-)  Followed by...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Do You Hear What I Hear\" by none other than Ms. Whitney Houston.  Hers is the only cover that I like for that song.  Wow, that woman has a set of pipes!  Followed by...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Fanfare for the Common Man\".  You know this as the \"Olympic Theme\".  Yep.  \"Christmas Genre\" on iTunes ended with Whitney and moved on to \"Classical\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dressed to \"Moonlight Sonata\" which was very relaxing and reminded me and Melody of the upcoming and historic Lunar Eclipse.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella highly approved of all of this spoiling.  And I HIGHLY recommend.  :-)</p>','Day 86:  \'Tis the Season for a Home Massage ','','inherit','open','open','','2814-autosave','','','2010-12-21 22:03:59','2010-12-22 05:03:59','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2814-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(2864,1,'2010-12-21 22:02:55','2010-12-22 05:02:55','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2858\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I\'ve never thought about getting an in-home massage.  Too pricey.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svennykins solely gets in-home massages through <strong>Melody</strong>.  Here\'s the kicker:  I found out that she only charges $10 more for an in-home massage!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">??? !!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Still...I\'d rather save $10 for a lunch out or something else 10 dollar-ish until...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I found myself crate training a puppy until she was completely housebroken.  I certainly wasn\'t going to leave Little Miss B in her crate for even more time at the end of the work day!  So...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you tell that I\'m trying to justify spoiling myself to the Nth degree?  This is a bad habit of mine...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Melody if I could be decadent like Svenny and schedule an in-home massage.  This way, I could get my aching back worked on and Bella could be free.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here\'s an extra bonus for scheduling an in-home massage during the holidays:  Christmas Playlist!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For whatever reason (holiday braindeadness?), I couldn\'t get the repeat feature to work on iTunes.  The intention was to have Charlie Brown Christmas repeat, but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Melody and I found ourselves listening to both the extended and regular versions of \"Last Christmas\" by Wham.  :-)  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do You Hear What I Hear\" by none other than Ms. Whitney Houston.  Hers is the only cover that I like for that song.  Wow, that woman has a set of pipes!  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fanfare for the Common Man\".  You know this as the \"Olympic Theme\".  Yep.  \"Christmas Genre\" on iTunes ended with Whitney and moved on to \"Classical\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dressed to \"Moonlight Sonata\" which was very relaxing and reminded me and Melody of the upcoming and historic Lunar Eclipse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella highly approved of all of this spoiling.  And I HIGHLY recommend.  :-)</p>','Day 86:  \'Tis the Season for a Home Massage ','','inherit','open','open','','2814-revision-8','','','2010-12-21 22:02:55','2010-12-22 05:02:55','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2814-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(2865,1,'2010-12-21 22:15:01','2010-12-22 05:15:01','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2856\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>The intention was to make hot buttered rum on a cold winter\'s night.  Although we are in the midst of an unseasonably warm December here in the desert.   (Yes, it can get chilly in the winter in the desert, especially at night. )</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is the recipe that I used <strong> <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx</a>.</strong> Which is probably spot on except that I decided that I didn\'t want to go out and buy dark rum for this one occasion.  I thought that my not-so-cheap light rum would substitute just fine.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And when you substitute light rum for dark rum, your Hot Buttered Rum looks more like a hot buttered Pina Colada.  (And tastes like one, too.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  Our balmy December called for a tropical drink, I suppose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thanks for being a good sport and Hot Pina Colada guinea pig, Svenny.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Cheers, everyone!</p>','Day 87:  Hot Buttered Rum or Hot Buttered Pina Colada? ','','inherit','open','open','','2852-revision-3','','','2010-12-21 22:15:01','2010-12-22 05:15:01','',2852,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2852-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(2866,1,'2010-12-21 22:15:40','2010-12-22 05:15:40','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2856\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The intention was to make hot buttered rum on a cold winter\'s night.  Although we are in the midst of an unseasonably warm December here in the desert.   (Yes, it can get chilly in the winter in the desert, especially at night. )</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is the recipe that I used <strong> <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx</a>.</strong> Which is probably spot on except that I decided that I didn\'t want to go out and buy dark rum for this one occasion.  I thought that my not-so-cheap light rum would substitute just fine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And when you substitute light rum for dark rum, your Hot Buttered Rum looks more like a hot buttered Pina Colada.  (And tastes like one, too.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  Our balmy December called for a tropical drink, I suppose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thanks for being a good sport and Hot Pina Colada guinea pig, Svenny.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cheers, everyone!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 87:  Hot Buttered Rum or Hot Buttered Pina Colada? ','','inherit','open','open','','2852-revision-4','','','2010-12-21 22:15:40','2010-12-22 05:15:40','',2852,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2852-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(2867,1,'2010-12-21 22:16:10','2010-12-22 05:16:10','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2856\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>The intention was to make hot buttered rum on a cold winter\'s night.  Although we are in the midst of an unseasonably warm December here in the desert.   (Yes, it can get chilly in the winter in the desert, especially at night. )</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is the recipe that I used <strong> <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx</a>.</strong> Which is probably spot on except that I decided that I didn\'t want to go out and buy dark rum for this one occasion.  I thought that my not-so-cheap light rum would substitute just fine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And when you substitute light rum for dark rum, your Hot Buttered Rum looks more like a hot buttered Pina Colada.  (And tastes like one, too.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  Our balmy December called for a tropical drink, I suppose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thanks for being a good sport and Hot Pina Colada guinea pig, Svenny.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cheers, everyone!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" codebase=\"http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" /><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" /><param name=\"src\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" /><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" /><embed type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\"> </embed></object>\r\n</p>','Day 87:  Hot Buttered Rum or Hot Buttered Pina Colada? ','','inherit','open','open','','2852-revision-5','','','2010-12-21 22:16:10','2010-12-22 05:16:10','',2852,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/21/2852-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(2868,1,'2010-12-24 11:32:09','2010-12-24 18:32:09','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2856\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>The intention was to make hot buttered rum on a cold winter\'s night.  Although we are in the midst of an unseasonably warm December here in the desert.   (Yes, it can get chilly in the winter in the desert, especially at night. )</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is the recipe that I used <strong> <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx</a>.</strong> Which is probably spot on except that I decided that I didn\'t want to go out and buy dark rum for this one occasion.  I thought that my not-so-cheap light rum would substitute just fine.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And when you substitute light rum for dark rum, your Hot Buttered Rum looks more like a hot buttered Pina Colada.  (And tastes like one, too.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  Our balmy December called for a tropical drink, I suppose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thanks for being a good sport and Hot Pina Colada guinea pig, Svenny.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Cheers, everyone!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n<object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" codebase=\"http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" /><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" /><param name=\"src\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" /><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" /><embed type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\"> </embed></object>\n</p>','Day 87:  Hot Buttered Rum or Hot Buttered Pina Colada? ','','inherit','open','open','','2852-revision-6','','','2010-12-24 11:32:09','2010-12-24 18:32:09','',2852,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2852-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(2869,1,'2010-12-24 11:32:39','2010-12-24 18:32:39','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2856\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>The intention was to make hot buttered rum on a cold winter\'s night.  Although we are in the midst of an unseasonably warm December here in the desert.   (Yes, it can get chilly in the winter in the desert, especially at night. )</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is the recipe that I used <strong> <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx</a>.</strong> Which is probably spot on except that I decided that I didn\'t want to go out and buy dark rum for this one occasion.  I thought that my not-so-cheap light rum would substitute just fine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And when you substitute light rum for dark rum, your Hot Buttered Rum looks more like a hot buttered Pina Colada.  (And tastes like one, too.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  Our balmy December called for a tropical drink, I suppose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thanks for being a good sport and Hot Pina Colada guinea pig, Svenny.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cheers, everyone!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" codebase=\"http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" /><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" /><param name=\"src\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" /><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" /><embed type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\"> </embed></object>\r\n</p>','Day 87:  Hot Buttered Rum or Hot Buttered Pina Colada? ','','inherit','open','open','','2852-revision-7','','','2010-12-24 11:32:39','2010-12-24 18:32:39','',2852,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2852-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(2870,1,'2010-12-21 22:04:53','2010-12-22 05:04:53','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2858\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC200180-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I\'ve never thought about getting an in-home massage.  Too pricey.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svennykins solely gets in-home massages through <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/22/day-6-crawling-back-into-the-womb/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Melody</strong></a>.  Here\'s the kicker:  I found out that she only charges $10 more for an in-home massage!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">??? 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!!!</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Still...I\'d rather save $10 for a lunch out or something else 10 dollar-ish until...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I found myself crate training a puppy until she was completely housebroken.  I certainly wasn\'t going to leave Little Miss B in her crate for even more time at the end of the work day!  So...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you tell that I\'m trying to justify spoiling myself to the Nth degree?  This is a bad habit of mine...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Melody if I could be decadent like Svenny and schedule an in-home massage.  This way, I could get my aching back worked on and Bella could be free.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here\'s an extra bonus for scheduling an in-home massage during the holidays:  Christmas Playlist!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For whatever reason (holiday braindeadness?), I couldn\'t get the repeat feature to work on iTunes.  The intention was to have Charlie Brown Christmas repeat, but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Melody and I found ourselves listening to both the extended and regular versions of \"Last Christmas\" by Wham.  :-)  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Do You Hear What I Hear\" by none other than Ms. Whitney Houston.  Hers is the only cover that I like for that song.  Wow, that woman has a set of pipes!  Followed by...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Fanfare for the Common Man\".  You know this as the \"Olympic Theme\".  Yep.  \"Christmas Genre\" on iTunes ended with Whitney and moved on to \"Classical\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dressed to \"Moonlight Sonata\" which was very relaxing and reminded me and Melody of the upcoming and historic Lunar Eclipse.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella highly approved of all of this spoiling.  And I HIGHLY recommend that you treat yourself, too.  :-)</p>','Day 86:  \'Tis the Season for a Home Massage ','','inherit','open','open','','2814-revision-10','','','2010-12-24 11:34:42','2010-12-24 18:34:42','',2814,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2814-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(2872,1,'2010-12-24 11:34:06','2010-12-24 18:34:06','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2856\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/PC210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>The intention was to make hot buttered rum on a cold winter\'s night.  Although we are in the midst of an unseasonably warm December here in the desert.   (Yes, it can get chilly in the winter in the desert, especially at night. )</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is the recipe that I used <strong> <a href=\"http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/hot-buttered-rum-mix/Detail.aspx</a>.</strong> Which is probably spot on except that I decided that I didn\'t want to go out and buy dark rum for this one occasion.  I thought that my not-so-cheap light rum would substitute just fine.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And when you substitute light rum for dark rum, your Hot Buttered Rum looks more like a hot buttered Pina Colada.  (And tastes like one, too.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  Our balmy December called for a tropical drink, I suppose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thanks for being a good sport and Hot Pina Colada guinea pig, Svenny.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cheers, everyone!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n<object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" codebase=\"http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" /><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" /><param name=\"src\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" /><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" /><embed type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/HohpvGeLw70?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\"> </embed></object>\r\n</p>','Day 87:  Hot Buttered Rum or Hot Buttered Pina Colada? 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','','inherit','open','open','','2852-revision-9','','','2010-12-24 11:35:57','2010-12-24 18:35:57','',2852,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2852-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(2874,1,'2010-12-24 13:05:31','2010-12-24 20:05:31','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2878\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Luckily, Bella escaped only on the photo op and not on the plane. \"]<a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2878\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my 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it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-2','','','2010-12-24 12:09:22','2010-12-24 19:09:22','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(2877,1,'2010-12-24 12:10:51','2010-12-24 19:10:51','<p>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is a snasphot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to Dog Jaunt travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carryon that she felt was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once my SturdiBag arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the \"clicker method\".  I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I spent $41 (choke) on DAP (dog appeasing pheremone) which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I already had Rescue Remedy on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-3','','','2010-12-24 12:10:51','2010-12-24 19:10:51','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(2878,1,'2010-12-24 12:30:16','2010-12-24 19:30:16','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-169','','','2010-12-24 12:30:16','2010-12-24 19:30:16','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2879,1,'2010-12-24 12:21:04','2010-12-24 19:21:04','<p>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is a snasphot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to Dog Jaunt travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carryon that she felt was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once my SturdiBag arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the \"clicker method\".  I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I spent $41 (choke) on DAP (dog appeasing pheremone) which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I already had Rescue Remedy on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-4','','','2010-12-24 12:21:04','2010-12-24 19:21:04','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(2880,1,'2010-12-24 12:47:32','2010-12-24 19:47:32','<p><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2878\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /><strong>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is a snasphot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong> travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carryon that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\n	<li>Once my SturdiBag arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the \"clicker method\".  I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\n	<li>I spent $41 (choke) on DAP (dog appeasing pheremone) which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </li>\n	<li>I already had Rescue Remedy on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Did all of this homework pay off? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Yes!  Hallelujah. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella was a perfect angel (as usual).  Sky Harbor Airport is indeed #1 -- one of the craziest travel days of the year and NO 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airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is a snapshot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong>travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carry-on that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\n	<li>Once my SturdiBag arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the \"clicker method\".  I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\n	<li>I spent $41 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Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-6','','','2010-12-24 12:49:16','2010-12-24 19:49:16','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(2882,1,'2010-12-24 12:49:58','2010-12-24 19:49:58','<p><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2878\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /><strong>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is a snapshot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong>travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carry-on that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\r\n	<li>Once my SturdiBag arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the \"clicker method\".  I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\r\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\r\n	<li>I spent $41 (choke) on DAP (dog appeasing pheremone) which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </li>\r\n	<li>I already had Rescue Remedy on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  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holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is a snapshot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong>travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carry-on that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\r\n	<li>Once my SturdiBag arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the \"clicker method\".  I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\r\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\r\n	<li>I spent $41 (choke) on DAP (dog appeasing pheremone) which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </li>\r\n	<li>I already had Rescue Remedy on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Did all of this homework pay off? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella was a perfect angel (as usual).  Sky Harbor Airport is indeed #1 -- one of the craziest travel days of the year and NO lines.  I\'ve moved from Humbug to Hallelujah.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Traveling with a canine child is absolutely exhausting.  I don\'t know how you parents of human kids do it.  You\'ve earned 5 gold stars in my eyes.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-8','','','2010-12-24 12:51:18','2010-12-24 19:51:18','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(2884,1,'2010-12-24 12:52:34','2010-12-24 19:52:34','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2878\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Luckily, Bella escaped only on the photo op and not on the plane. \"]<a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2878\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is a snapshot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong> travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carry-on that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\r\n	<li>Once my SturdiBag arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the \"clicker method\".  I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\r\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\r\n	<li>I spent $41 (choke) on DAP (dog appeasing pheremone) which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </li>\r\n	<li>I already had Rescue Remedy on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Did all of this homework pay off? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella was a perfect angel (as usual).  Sky Harbor Airport is indeed #1 -- one of the craziest travel days of the year and NO lines.  I\'ve moved from Humbug to Hallelujah.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Traveling with a canine child is absolutely exhausting.  I don\'t know how you parents of human kids do it.  You\'ve earned 5 gold stars in my eyes.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-9','','','2010-12-24 12:52:34','2010-12-24 19:52:34','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(2885,1,'2010-12-24 12:52:40','2010-12-24 19:52:40','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2878\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Luckily, Bella escaped only on the photo op and not on the plane. \"]<a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2878\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is a snapshot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong> travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carry-on that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\r\n	<li>Once my SturdiBag arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the \"clicker method\".  I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\r\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\r\n	<li>I spent $41 (choke) on DAP (dog appeasing pheremone) which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </li>\r\n	<li>I already had Rescue Remedy on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Did all of this homework pay off? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella was a perfect angel (as usual).  Sky Harbor Airport is indeed #1 -- one of the craziest travel days of the year and NO lines.  I\'ve moved from Humbug to Hallelujah.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Traveling with a canine child is absolutely exhausting.  I don\'t know how you parents of human kids do it.  You\'ve earned 5 gold stars in my eyes.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-10','','','2010-12-24 12:52:40','2010-12-24 19:52:40','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(2886,1,'2010-12-24 12:56:34','2010-12-24 19:56:34','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2878\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Luckily, Bella escaped only on the photo op and not on the plane. \"]<a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2878\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is a snapshot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong> travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carry-on that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\n	<li>Once my SturdiBag arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clicker_training\" target=\"_blank\"><strong> \"clicker method\".</strong>  </a>I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\n	<li>I spent $41 (choke) on DAP (dog appeasing pheremone) which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </li>\n	<li>I already had Rescue Remedy on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Did all of this homework pay off? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella was a perfect angel (as usual).  Sky Harbor Airport is indeed #1 -- one of the craziest travel days of the year and NO lines.  I\'ve moved from Humbug to Hallelujah. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Traveling with a canine child is absolutely exhausting.  I don\'t know how you parents of human kids do it.  You\'ve earned 5 gold stars and a set of wings in my eyes.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-11','','','2010-12-24 12:56:34','2010-12-24 19:56:34','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(2887,1,'2010-12-24 13:02:27','2010-12-24 20:02:27','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2878\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Luckily, Bella escaped only on the photo op and not on the plane. \"]<a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2878\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is a snapshot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong> travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carry-on that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\n	<li>Once my <strong><a href=\"http://www.sturdiproducts.com/4111/xcart/home.php?cat=1/\" target=\"_blank\">SturdiBag </a></strong>arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clicker_training\" target=\"_blank\"><strong> \"clicker method\".</strong>  </a>I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\n	<li>I spent $41 (choke) on <strong><a href=\"http://www.petcomfortzone.com/dog_home.php\" target=\"_blank\">DAP (dog appeasing pheremone)</a></strong> which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </li>\n	<li>I already had Rescue Remedy on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Did all of this homework pay off? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bella was a perfect angel (as usual).  Sky Harbor Airport is indeed #1 -- one of the craziest travel days of the year and NO lines.  I\'ve moved from Humbug to Hallelujah. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Traveling with a canine child is absolutely exhausting.  I don\'t know how you parents of human kids do it.  You\'ve earned 5 gold stars and a set of wings in my eyes.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-12','','','2010-12-24 13:02:27','2010-12-24 20:02:27','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(2888,1,'2010-12-24 13:03:06','2010-12-24 20:03:06','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2878\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Luckily, Bella escaped only on the photo op and not on the plane. \"]<a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2878\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is a snapshot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong> travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carry-on that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\r\n	<li>Once my <strong><a href=\"http://www.sturdiproducts.com/4111/xcart/home.php?cat=1/\" target=\"_blank\">SturdiBag </a></strong>arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clicker_training\" target=\"_blank\"><strong> \"clicker method\".</strong>  </a>I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\r\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\r\n	<li>I spent $41 (choke) on <strong><a href=\"http://www.petcomfortzone.com/dog_home.php\" target=\"_blank\">DAP (dog appeasing pheremone)</a></strong> which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </li>\r\n	<li>I already had <a href=\"http://rescueremedy.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Rescue Remedy</strong> </a>on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Did all of this homework pay off? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella was a perfect angel (as usual).  Sky Harbor Airport is indeed #1 -- one of the craziest travel days of the year and NO lines.  I\'ve moved from Humbug to Hallelujah. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Traveling with a canine child is absolutely exhausting.  I don\'t know how you parents of human kids do it.  You\'ve earned 5 gold stars and a set of wings in my eyes.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-13','','','2010-12-24 13:03:06','2010-12-24 20:03:06','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(2889,1,'2010-12-24 13:03:12','2010-12-24 20:03:12','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2878\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Luckily, Bella escaped only on the photo op and not on the plane. \"]<a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2878\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Bella-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-are-holidays-already-here.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Last year I mouthed off about how I thrived on holiday airport bustle.</strong></a>  I was miffed that the airport in my fair city (recently rated #1 in some sort of stellar airport survey -- I heard it on the radio and can\'t remember specifics) ran so smoothly that I encountered absolutely no bustle.  Humbug. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I changed my tune real fast.  Bella was flying with me to Houston for the holidays, and I needed everything to run like a well-oiled machine.  I am embarrassed to say how much time I spent doing everything within my power to make sure that Bella was as comfortable as possible.  Bella is a recent rescue, so she deserves the very best.  :-) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is a snapshot of my recent plunge into canine air travel insanity.  If you plan on air travel with your small pooch anytime soon, consider this your \"What to Expect When You\'re Expecting -- Canine Air Travel Edition\":</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>I spent HOURS researching the perfect carrier that would fit under a Southwest airlines seat that is only 8 inches tall.  My dog whom everyone describes as \"little\" suddenly felt like a Great Dane.  I am forever indebted to <strong><a href=\"http://www.dogjaunt.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Dog Jaunt</a></strong> travel blog for their carrier reviews and comments.  I also want to thank my friend, Kassy, who listened to me drone on and on and on about my predicament.  She even measured her recent carry-on that she swore was higher than 8 inches and fit under a Southwest seat. </li>\r\n	<li>Once my <strong><a href=\"http://www.sturdiproducts.com/4111/xcart/home.php?cat=1/\" target=\"_blank\">SturdiBag </a></strong>arrived, I spent a couple of days acclimating Bella to the bag with treats and the<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clicker_training\" target=\"_blank\"><strong> \"clicker method\".</strong>  </a>I also fed her on the opening of her bag so that she would associate the bag with good times. </li>\r\n	<li>Once Bella became used to the bag, we went on a mock run to Bone Appetit doggy bakery so that she would have fun stuff to look forward to when she came out of the bag.</li>\r\n	<li>I spent $41 (choke) on <strong><a href=\"http://www.petcomfortzone.com/dog_home.php\" target=\"_blank\">DAP (dog appeasing pheremone)</a></strong> which mimics the hormones put off by mothers when they are nursing their pups.  When you don\'t have human children, you tend to go a bit overboard. </li>\r\n	<li>I already had <a href=\"http://rescueremedy.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Rescue Remedy</strong> </a>on hand.  I\'ve always used this on my dogs to calm any anxieties.  People can use it to.  Just say no to harsh drugs and pop some Rescue Remedy, peeps.  It\'s sort of like a homeopathic -- completely non-toxic and no side effects.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Did all of this homework pay off? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bella was a perfect angel (as usual).  Sky Harbor Airport is indeed #1 -- one of the craziest travel days of the year and NO lines.  I\'ve moved from Humbug to Hallelujah. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Traveling with a canine child is absolutely exhausting.  I don\'t know how you parents of human kids do it.  You\'ve earned 5 gold stars and a set of wings in my eyes.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 88:  Bella Earns Her Wings','','inherit','open','open','','2874-revision-14','','','2010-12-24 13:03:12','2010-12-24 20:03:12','',2874,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2874-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(2890,1,'2010-12-24 15:31:04','2010-12-24 22:31:04','[caption id=\"attachment_2891\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" 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arrive home for the holidays, my Dad and I grab a Starbucks and head off for last-minute Christmas shopping to <strong><a href=\"http://www.magpiesgifts.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Magpies Gifts</a></strong>, my favorite store in Sugar Land, TX. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am not a shopper, and neither is my Dad, so we enjoy keeping each other company (and accountable) while hunting for one-of-a-kind gifts together.  This year, I managed to find gifts for almost all of my 13 family members in one fell Magpie swoop. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What are your favorite Home for the Holiday traditions? </p>','Day 89:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #1','','inherit','open','open','','2890-revision-8','','','2010-12-24 15:37:09','2010-12-24 22:37:09','',2890,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/24/2890-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(2902,1,'2010-12-26 15:49:09','2010-12-26 22:49:09','<p>I grew up in one of those idyllic 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year, kid. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 90:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #2','','inherit','open','open','','2901-revision-5','','','2010-12-26 16:16:22','2010-12-26 23:16:22','',2901,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/26/2901-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(2912,1,'2010-12-27 09:40:42','2010-12-27 16:40:42','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2916\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Crackers and Cake \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2916\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each Christmas, my mother bakes Christmas Jell-O Cake for dessert.  It sounds bizarre, but it\'s soooooo delish.  My sister and I flip for this cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Years back, Mom started incorporating Christmas crackers into the dessert ceremony.  They are a British tradition, and we\'re Portuguese, so I\'m trying to figure how this whole cracker thing started.  I think it\'s because I was obsessed with Camelot at the age of 3 (strange), slipped into an English accent at restaurants as a kid (stranger), and faithfully watched <em>Masterpiece Theatre</em> as a teenager (strangest).  In other words, I was an odd kid.  Mom susses that I was some sort of Englishwoman in a past life.  Even though she doesn\'t believe in past lives. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you haven\'t figured it out yet from the photo, Christmas crackers are not something you put cheese on and scarf down as an appetizer before the Christmas goose.  (Does anyone really eat Christmas goose???)<strong>  </strong><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_cracker\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A Christmas cracker</strong></a><strong> </strong>is a cardboard tube that is decorated with festive paper.  When it is pulled and twisted, it pops open with all sorts of cheap plastic crapola and tiny pieces of fortune cookie-esque paper with bad jokes in lieu of fortunes.  There is also a paper crown that you wear on your head so that you look like a dufus.   My family finds all of this amusing.  And no, we\'re not drinking heavily during the cracker commotion.  Although I recall Mom being a little toasty during last year\'s cracker session. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I received a plastic frog that I raced with Auntie I\'s smaller plastic frog that was inside her cracker.  Her frog won.  Later that night, I found both frogs on my bedroom dresser in the humping position -- the work of either my brother-in-law or my truly twisted uncle, I presume. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also unearthed a pink paper crown and a truly awful joke:  \"Someone stole all the toilets in the Police station.  The Police have nothing to go on.\"  Ba-dump-bump. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have any of you ever cracked open the Christmas crackers? </p>','Day 91:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #3','','publish','open','open','','day-91-home-for-the-holidays-tradition-3','','','2010-12-27 09:40:42','2010-12-27 16:40:42','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=2912',0,'post','',6),(2909,1,'2010-12-26 16:20:07','2010-12-26 23:20:07','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2904\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"What is wrong with this picture? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/xmaswino.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2904\" title=\"xmaswino\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/xmaswino-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p>I grew up in one of those idyllic neighborhoods where everyone not only knew their neighbors but trusted them as close friends. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>All of the kids on our block were close in age and played with each other until sundown.  All of the parents were tight and served as surrogate parents to all of us. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Since 1984, we have all gathered for a Christmas Eve breakfast.  This year, 60 of us showed up for the tradition. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>A tradition within the tradition is one of those goofy ornament exchanges where grinches steal ornaments from small children.  World\'s Most Precious Niece originally drew a child inappropriate Christmas wine barrel which was promptly stolen by the Head Grinch.  World\'s Most Precious Niece wound up with a more child appropriate but boring metal dove.  Maybe you\'ll have better luck next year, kid. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 90:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #2','','inherit','open','open','','2901-autosave','','','2010-12-26 16:20:07','2010-12-26 23:20:07','',2901,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/26/2901-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(3081,1,'2011-01-04 15:03:06','2011-01-04 22:03:06','','SD3_3659','','inherit','open','open','','sd3_3659','','','2011-01-04 15:03:06','2011-01-04 22:03:06','',3063,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/SD3_3659.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2911,1,'2010-12-26 16:19:03','2010-12-26 23:19:03','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2904\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"What is wrong with this picture? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/xmaswino.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2904\" title=\"xmaswino\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/xmaswino-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I grew up in one of those idyllic neighborhoods where everyone not only knew their neighbors but trusted them as close friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>All of the kids on our block were close in age and played with each other until sundown.  All of the parents were tight and served as surrogate parents to all of us. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since 1984, we have all gathered for a Christmas Eve breakfast.  This year, 60 of us showed up for the tradition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A tradition within the tradition is one of those goofy ornament exchanges where grinches steal ornaments from small children.  World\'s Most Precious Niece originally drew a child inappropriate Christmas wine barrel which was promptly stolen by the Head Grinch.  World\'s Most Precious Niece wound up with a more child appropriate but boring metal dove.  Maybe you\'ll have better luck next year, kid. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 90:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #2','','inherit','open','open','','2901-revision-6','','','2010-12-26 16:19:03','2010-12-26 23:19:03','',2901,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/26/2901-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(2913,1,'2010-12-26 16:23:26','2010-12-26 23:23:26','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','2912-revision','','','2010-12-26 16:23:26','2010-12-26 23:23:26','',2912,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/26/2912-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(2914,1,'2010-12-26 16:22:46','2010-12-26 23:22:46','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2904\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"What is wrong with this picture? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/xmaswino.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2904\" title=\"xmaswino\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/xmaswino-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I grew up in one of those idyllic neighborhoods where everyone not only knew their neighbors but trusted them as close friends. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>All of the kids on our block were close in age and played with each other until sundown.  All of the parents were tight and served as surrogate parents to all of us. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since 1984, we have all gathered for a Christmas Eve breakfast.  This year, 60 of us showed up for the tradition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A tradition within the tradition is one of those goofy ornament exchanges where grinches steal ornaments from small children.  World\'s Most Precious Niece originally drew a child inappropriate Christmas wine barrel which was promptly stolen by the Head Grinch.  World\'s Most Precious Niece wound up with a more child appropriate but boring dove ornament.  Maybe you\'ll have better luck next year, kid. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 90:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #2','','inherit','open','open','','2901-revision-7','','','2010-12-26 16:22:46','2010-12-26 23:22:46','',2901,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/26/2901-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(3243,1,'2011-01-12 01:11:42','2011-01-12 08:11:42','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4150.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3245\" title=\"SONY DSC\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4150-300x214.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"214\" /></a>When you are World\'s Most Precious Pooch, everyone wants a piece of you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the two months since I adopted Bella, her fan base is skyrocketing.  Her agent thinks she needs a facebook fan page and a twitter account to keep up with the growing interest, but her agent can barely keep up with her own facebook fan page and twitter account.  Sorry, Bella. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #339966;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #339966;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">A sampling of recent <span style=\"color: #008000;\">BellaMania!:</span></span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>An exceptionally wise and insightful passerby gazes upon Bella and stops in her tracks while announcing, <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/05/day-69-art-walk-was-a-bust-but/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>\"I have 5 dogs, but this is the cutest dog I\'ve ever seen!  She needs her own TV show!!!\"</strong>  </a>I later tweeted Animal Planet with her brilliant suggestion, but they have yet to respond.  I\'m sure they are just swamped with playing post-holiday catch-up like the rest of America.  </li>\r\n	<li>On Bella\'s daily walk, a VERY HANDSOME JOGGER looks at Bella, looks at me and proclaims, \"World class cute!\"   Bella and I now walk the same path every day at the same time of chance encounter.  (Just kidding!  Although a repeat chance encounter would be lovely, dahlings.)  </li>\r\n	<li>On Bella\'s daily walk in Houston during the holidays, a neighbor halts his yard work to say, \"She looks just like the dog in the ads!\"  I am apparently braindead (which usually happens when I return home and revert to a lazy 8 year-old) and fail to ask which ad.  Doh! </li>\r\n	<li>Vet techs at Bella\'s vet seem overly concerned with who is going to watch Bella when I am out of town.  And when will I be going out of town next, they ask?  </li>\r\n	<li>Bella is discovered at a Holiday Boutique!  We\'re minding our own beeswax while shopping <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/20/day-82-a-star-is-born-bella-discovered-at-holiday-boutique/\" target=\"_blank\">when a dog photographer by the name of Amy Gayle discovers Bella right then and there and asks if she can take test shots</a></strong> for a client.  She then hires Bella for a collar ad.  Photo shoot scheduled for Day 113.  </li>\r\n	<li>Sir Paul McCartney asks if he can write a song about Bella.  </li>\r\n	<li>O.k., o.k.  I made the last one up.  :-) </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4147.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3246\" title=\"SONY DSC\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4147-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As if all of this weren\'t enough, on Day 106, Bella\'s puppy preschool teacher asks if she can take photos of Bella for her dog photography class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am being silly when I refer to \"puppy preschool\" which is yet another \"Michelle-ism\".  <strong><a href=\"http://sharon.witherspoon.positively.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sharon Witherspoon</a></strong> (Bella\'s trainer) is actually an accomplished and talented dog trainer hand-picked by none other than <a href=\"http://positively.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Victoria Stillwell</strong> </a>(from Animal Planet\'s <em>It\'s Me or the Dog</em> -- LOVE her!! -- HUGE fan!!) to use her Positively training course. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Since Victoria selects only the crème de la crème, Sharon is top-notch.  And since Sharon is top-notch and sees a gazillion dogs around the greater Phoenix metro area, and since she wanted Bella as her model, I\'m assuming that Bella is the cutest and most beautiful dog in the greater Phoenix metro area.  If Victoria spotted her, Bella\'s status just might change to the most adorable dog in all of America and Great Britain (where Victoria and Victoria\'s show originated). </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I will now stop with the over-the-top gushing over my dog and present to you Bella\'s school photos taken by her teacher, the lovely and multi-talented, <strong><a href=\"http://sharon.witherspoon.positively.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Sharon Witherspoon</a></strong>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4125.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3247\" title=\"SONY DSC\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4125-214x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"214\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4127.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3248\" title=\"SONY DSC\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4127-214x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"214\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4133.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3260\" title=\"SONY DSC\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4133-214x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"214\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4176.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3267\" title=\"SONY DSC\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DSC4176-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 106:  Canine Modeling -- It\'s a Ruff Life','','publish','open','open','','day-106-canine-modeling-its-a-ruff-life','','http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/05/day-69-art-walk-was-a-bust-but/\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/20/day-82-a-star-is-born-bella-discovered-at-holiday-boutique/','2011-01-12 10:11:36','2011-01-12 17:11:36','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=3243',0,'post','',13),(2916,1,'2010-12-26 16:32:41','2010-12-26 23:32:41','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-171','','','2010-12-26 16:32:41','2010-12-26 23:32:41','',2912,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2917,1,'2010-12-26 16:34:12','2010-12-26 23:34:12','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2916\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>I was a strange kid. </p>','Day 91:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #3','','inherit','open','open','','2912-revision-2','','','2010-12-26 16:34:12','2010-12-26 23:34:12','',2912,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/26/2912-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(2919,1,'2010-12-27 09:37:53','2010-12-27 16:37:53','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2916\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>Each Christmas, my mother bakes Christmas Jell-O Cake for dessert.  It sounds bizarre, but it\'s soooooo delish.  My sister and I flip for this cake. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Years back, Mom started incorporating Christmas crackers into the dessert ceremony.  They are a British tradition, and we\'re Portuguese, so I\'m trying to figure how this whole cracker thing started.  I think it\'s because I was obsessed with Camelot at the age of 3 (strange), slipped into an English accent at restaurants as a kid (stranger), and faithfully watched <em>Masterpiece Theatre</em> as a teenager (strangest).  In other words, I was an odd kid.  Mom susses that I was some sort of Englishwoman in a past life.  Even though she doesn\'t believe in past lives. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In case you haven\'t figured it out yet from the photo, Christmas crackers are not something you put cheese on and scarf down as an appetizer before the Christmas goose.  (Does anyone really eat Christmas goose???)<strong>  </strong><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_cracker\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A Christmas cracker</strong></a><strong> </strong>is a cardboard tube that is decorated with festive paper.  When it is pulled and twisted, it pops open with all sorts of cheap plastic crapola and tiny pieces of fortune cookie-esque paper with bad jokes in lieu of fortunes.  There is also a paper crown that you wear on your head so that you look like a dufus.   My family finds all of this amusing.  And no, we\'re not drinking heavily during the cracker commotion.  Although I recall Mom being a little toasty during last year\'s cracker session. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This year, I received a plastic frog that I raced with Auntie I\'s smaller plastic frog that was inside her cracker.  Her frog won.  Later that night, I found both frogs on my bedroom dresser in the humping position -- the work of either my brother-in-law or my truly twisted uncle, I presume. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also unearthed a pink paper crown and a truly awful joke:  \"Someone stole all the toilets in the Police station.  The Police have nothing to go on.\"  Ba-dump-bump. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Have any of you eve</p>','Day 91:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #3','','inherit','open','open','','2912-revision-3','','','2010-12-27 09:37:53','2010-12-27 16:37:53','',2912,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2912-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(2920,1,'2010-12-27 09:38:15','2010-12-27 16:38:15','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2916\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>Each Christmas, my mother bakes Christmas Jell-O Cake for dessert.  It sounds bizarre, but it\'s soooooo delish.  My sister and I flip for this cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Years back, Mom started incorporating Christmas crackers into the dessert ceremony.  They are a British tradition, and we\'re Portuguese, so I\'m trying to figure how this whole cracker thing started.  I think it\'s because I was obsessed with Camelot at the age of 3 (strange), slipped into an English accent at restaurants as a kid (stranger), and faithfully watched <em>Masterpiece Theatre</em> as a teenager (strangest).  In other words, I was an odd kid.  Mom susses that I was some sort of Englishwoman in a past life.  Even though she doesn\'t believe in past lives. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you haven\'t figured it out yet from the photo, Christmas crackers are not something you put cheese on and scarf down as an appetizer before the Christmas goose.  (Does anyone really eat Christmas goose???)<strong>  </strong><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_cracker\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A Christmas cracker</strong></a><strong> </strong>is a cardboard tube that is decorated with festive paper.  When it is pulled and twisted, it pops open with all sorts of cheap plastic crapola and tiny pieces of fortune cookie-esque paper with bad jokes in lieu of fortunes.  There is also a paper crown that you wear on your head so that you look like a dufus.   My family finds all of this amusing.  And no, we\'re not drinking heavily during the cracker commotion.  Although I recall Mom being a little toasty during last year\'s cracker session. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I received a plastic frog that I raced with Auntie I\'s smaller plastic frog that was inside her cracker.  Her frog won.  Later that night, I found both frogs on my bedroom dresser in the humping position -- the work of either my brother-in-law or my truly twisted uncle, I presume. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also unearthed a pink paper crown and a truly awful joke:  \"Someone stole all the toilets in the Police station.  The Police have nothing to go on.\"  Ba-dump-bump. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have any of you ever cracked open the Christmas crackers? </p>','Day 91:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #3','','inherit','open','open','','2912-revision-4','','','2010-12-27 09:38:15','2010-12-27 16:38:15','',2912,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2912-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(2921,1,'2010-12-27 09:38:47','2010-12-27 16:38:47','[caption id=\"attachment_2916\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Crackers and Cake \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2916\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>Each Christmas, my mother bakes Christmas Jell-O Cake for dessert.  It sounds bizarre, but it\'s soooooo delish.  My sister and I flip for this cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Years back, Mom started incorporating Christmas crackers into the dessert ceremony.  They are a British tradition, and we\'re Portuguese, so I\'m trying to figure how this whole cracker thing started.  I think it\'s because I was obsessed with Camelot at the age of 3 (strange), slipped into an English accent at restaurants as a kid (stranger), and faithfully watched <em>Masterpiece Theatre</em> as a teenager (strangest).  In other words, I was an odd kid.  Mom susses that I was some sort of Englishwoman in a past life.  Even though she doesn\'t believe in past lives. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you haven\'t figured it out yet from the photo, Christmas crackers are not something you put cheese on and scarf down as an appetizer before the Christmas goose.  (Does anyone really eat Christmas goose???)<strong>  </strong><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_cracker\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A Christmas cracker</strong></a><strong> </strong>is a cardboard tube that is decorated with festive paper.  When it is pulled and twisted, it pops open with all sorts of cheap plastic crapola and tiny pieces of fortune cookie-esque paper with bad jokes in lieu of fortunes.  There is also a paper crown that you wear on your head so that you look like a dufus.   My family finds all of this amusing.  And no, we\'re not drinking heavily during the cracker commotion.  Although I recall Mom being a little toasty during last year\'s cracker session. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I received a plastic frog that I raced with Auntie I\'s smaller plastic frog that was inside her cracker.  Her frog won.  Later that night, I found both frogs on my bedroom dresser in the humping position -- the work of either my brother-in-law or my truly twisted uncle, I presume. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also unearthed a pink paper crown and a truly awful joke:  \"Someone stole all the toilets in the Police station.  The Police have nothing to go on.\"  Ba-dump-bump. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have any of you ever cracked open the Christmas crackers? </p>','Day 91:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #3','','inherit','open','open','','2912-revision-5','','','2010-12-27 09:38:47','2010-12-27 16:38:47','',2912,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2912-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(2922,1,'2010-12-27 09:38:53','2010-12-27 16:38:53','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2916\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Crackers and Cake \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2916\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each Christmas, my mother bakes Christmas Jell-O Cake for dessert.  It sounds bizarre, but it\'s soooooo delish.  My sister and I flip for this cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Years back, Mom started incorporating Christmas crackers into the dessert ceremony.  They are a British tradition, and we\'re Portuguese, so I\'m trying to figure how this whole cracker thing started.  I think it\'s because I was obsessed with Camelot at the age of 3 (strange), slipped into an English accent at restaurants as a kid (stranger), and faithfully watched <em>Masterpiece Theatre</em> as a teenager (strangest).  In other words, I was an odd kid.  Mom susses that I was some sort of Englishwoman in a past life.  Even though she doesn\'t believe in past lives. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you haven\'t figured it out yet from the photo, Christmas crackers are not something you put cheese on and scarf down as an appetizer before the Christmas goose.  (Does anyone really eat Christmas goose???)<strong>  </strong><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_cracker\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A Christmas cracker</strong></a><strong> </strong>is a cardboard tube that is decorated with festive paper.  When it is pulled and twisted, it pops open with all sorts of cheap plastic crapola and tiny pieces of fortune cookie-esque paper with bad jokes in lieu of fortunes.  There is also a paper crown that you wear on your head so that you look like a dufus.   My family finds all of this amusing.  And no, we\'re not drinking heavily during the cracker commotion.  Although I recall Mom being a little toasty during last year\'s cracker session. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I received a plastic frog that I raced with Auntie I\'s smaller plastic frog that was inside her cracker.  Her frog won.  Later that night, I found both frogs on my bedroom dresser in the humping position -- the work of either my brother-in-law or my truly twisted uncle, I presume. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also unearthed a pink paper crown and a truly awful joke:  \"Someone stole all the toilets in the Police station.  The Police have nothing to go on.\"  Ba-dump-bump. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have any of you ever cracked open the Christmas crackers? </p>','Day 91:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #3','','inherit','open','open','','2912-revision-6','','','2010-12-27 09:38:53','2010-12-27 16:38:53','',2912,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2912-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(2923,1,'2010-12-27 09:40:36','2010-12-27 16:40:36','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2916\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Crackers and Cake \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2916\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Crackers-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each Christmas, my mother bakes Christmas Jell-O Cake for dessert.  It sounds bizarre, but it\'s soooooo delish.  My sister and I flip for this cake. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Years back, Mom started incorporating Christmas crackers into the dessert ceremony.  They are a British tradition, and we\'re Portuguese, so I\'m trying to figure how this whole cracker thing started.  I think it\'s because I was obsessed with Camelot at the age of 3 (strange), slipped into an English accent at restaurants as a kid (stranger), and faithfully watched <em>Masterpiece Theatre</em> as a teenager (strangest).  In other words, I was an odd kid.  Mom susses that I was some sort of Englishwoman in a past life.  Even though she doesn\'t believe in past lives. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In case you haven\'t figured it out yet from the photo, Christmas crackers are not something you put cheese on and scarf down as an appetizer before the Christmas goose.  (Does anyone really eat Christmas goose???)<strong>  </strong><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_cracker\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>A Christmas cracker</strong></a><strong> </strong>is a cardboard tube that is decorated with festive paper.  When it is pulled and twisted, it pops open with all sorts of cheap plastic crapola and tiny pieces of fortune cookie-esque paper with bad jokes in lieu of fortunes.  There is also a paper crown that you wear on your head so that you look like a dufus.   My family finds all of this amusing.  And no, we\'re not drinking heavily during the cracker commotion.  Although I recall Mom being a little toasty during last year\'s cracker session. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year, I received a plastic frog that I raced with Auntie I\'s smaller plastic frog that was inside her cracker.  Her frog won.  Later that night, I found both frogs on my bedroom dresser in the humping position -- the work of either my brother-in-law or my truly twisted uncle, I presume. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also unearthed a pink paper crown and a truly awful joke:  \"Someone stole all the toilets in the Police station.  The Police have nothing to go on.\"  Ba-dump-bump. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have any of you ever cracked open the Christmas crackers? </p>','Day 91:  Home for the Holidays Tradition #3','','inherit','open','open','','2912-revision-7','','','2010-12-27 09:40:36','2010-12-27 16:40:36','',2912,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2912-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(2924,1,'2010-12-28 01:11:00','2010-12-28 08:11:00','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2941\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Yo quiero huevos rancheros. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2941\" title=\"huevos\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My bro-in-law has the most gracious and welcoming fam.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Oaxaca.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, savory potatoes, cheesy potatoes, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','publish','open','open','','day-92-huevos-rancheros-por-favor','','','2010-12-27 21:02:48','2010-12-28 04:02:48','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=2924',0,'post','',9),(2925,1,'2010-12-27 13:46:15','2010-12-27 20:46:15','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros.  B</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>carolyn enema comment.  twat comment</p>\n\n<p>joe sangria -- ancient aztec recipe.  not</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision','','','2010-12-27 13:46:15','2010-12-27 20:46:15','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(2926,1,'2010-12-27 16:06:29','2010-12-27 23:06:29','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in the pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dished served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and Ole! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>carolyn enema comment.  twat comment</p>\n\n<p>joe sangria -- ancient aztec recipe.  not</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-2','','','2010-12-27 16:06:29','2010-12-27 23:06:29','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(2927,1,'2010-12-27 16:23:23','2010-12-27 23:23:23','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refriend beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Verdict:  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Surprise of the Day:  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble, whydontchya, Joe? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-3','','','2010-12-27 16:23:23','2010-12-27 23:23:23','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(2928,1,'2010-12-27 16:23:50','2010-12-27 23:23:50','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refriend beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Verdict:  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprise of the Day:  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble, whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-4','','','2010-12-27 16:23:50','2010-12-27 23:23:50','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(2929,1,'2010-12-27 16:25:02','2010-12-27 23:25:02','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Verdict:  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprise of the Day:  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble, whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-5','','','2010-12-27 16:25:02','2010-12-27 23:25:02','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(2930,1,'2010-12-27 16:25:08','2010-12-27 23:25:08','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Verdict:  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprise of the Day:  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble, whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-6','','','2010-12-27 16:25:08','2010-12-27 23:25:08','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(2931,1,'2010-12-27 16:27:55','2010-12-27 23:27:55','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Verdict:  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprise of the Day:  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-7','','','2010-12-27 16:27:55','2010-12-27 23:27:55','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(2932,1,'2010-12-27 16:28:00','2010-12-27 23:28:00','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Verdict:  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Surprise of the Day:  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-8','','','2010-12-27 16:28:00','2010-12-27 23:28:00','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(2933,1,'2010-12-27 16:29:36','2010-12-27 23:29:36','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble, whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-9','','','2010-12-27 16:29:36','2010-12-27 23:29:36','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(2934,1,'2010-12-27 16:29:42','2010-12-27 23:29:42','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble, whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-10','','','2010-12-27 16:29:42','2010-12-27 23:29:42','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(2935,1,'2010-12-27 16:31:33','2010-12-27 23:31:33','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this if you are.  ;-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-11','','','2010-12-27 16:31:33','2010-12-27 23:31:33','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(2936,1,'2010-12-27 16:32:16','2010-12-27 23:32:16','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-12','','','2010-12-27 16:32:16','2010-12-27 23:32:16','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(2937,1,'2010-12-27 16:32:59','2010-12-27 23:32:59','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-13','','','2010-12-27 16:32:59','2010-12-27 23:32:59','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(2938,1,'2010-12-27 20:53:41','2010-12-28 03:53:41','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2941\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Yo quiero huevos rancheros. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2941\" title=\"huevos\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-autosave','','','2010-12-27 20:53:41','2010-12-28 03:53:41','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(2939,1,'2010-12-27 20:48:23','2010-12-28 03:48:23','','huevos','','inherit','open','open','','huevos','','','2010-12-27 20:48:23','2010-12-28 03:48:23','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2940,1,'2010-12-27 20:50:01','2010-12-28 03:50:01','','huevos','','inherit','open','open','','huevos-2','','','2010-12-27 20:50:01','2010-12-28 03:50:01','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos1.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2941,1,'2010-12-27 20:51:56','2010-12-28 03:51:56','','huevos','','inherit','open','open','','huevos-3','','','2010-12-27 20:51:56','2010-12-28 03:51:56','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2942,1,'2010-12-27 16:33:20','2010-12-27 23:33:20','<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-14','','','2010-12-27 16:33:20','2010-12-27 23:33:20','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(2943,1,'2010-12-27 20:53:33','2010-12-28 03:53:33','[caption id=\"attachment_2941\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Yo quiero huevos rancheros. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2941\" title=\"huevos\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>My bro-in-law has the best fam.  They are always gracious and welcoming.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-15','','','2010-12-27 20:53:33','2010-12-28 03:53:33','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(2944,1,'2010-12-27 20:54:23','2010-12-28 03:54:23','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2941\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Yo quiero huevos rancheros. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2941\" title=\"huevos\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My bro-in-law has the most gracious and welcoming fam.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Mexico City.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-16','','','2010-12-27 20:54:23','2010-12-28 03:54:23','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(2945,1,'2010-12-27 20:55:41','2010-12-28 03:55:41','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2941\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Yo quiero huevos rancheros. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2941\" title=\"huevos\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My bro-in-law has the most gracious and welcoming fam.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Oaxaca.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-17','','','2010-12-27 20:55:41','2010-12-28 03:55:41','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(2946,1,'2010-12-27 20:58:27','2010-12-28 03:58:27','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2941\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Yo quiero huevos rancheros. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2941\" title=\"huevos\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/huevos2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My bro-in-law has the most gracious and welcoming fam.  Each year, I am invited to bro-in-law\'s bro\'s house on Christmas Eve.  It\'s so picturesque that we could stage a photo shoot for a Pottery Barn catalog.  The cocktails, chow and company are second to none. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, I am also invited out to bro-in-law\'s parents\' house for Huevos Rancheros on the morning after Christmas.  I always politely decline because it\'s an hour away out in pseudo-country, TX with an 8:30 departure time.  And I like to sleep in on my vacay.  I know.  It\'s ridic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this year I decided to walk and talk the Living Curiously walk and talk and set my alarm early to find out what this Huevos Rancheror fuss is all about.  For all of you gringos out there, Huevos Rancheros is a Mexican egg dish served at breakfast.  Joe (bro-in-law\'s stepdad) is an expert in Huevos Rancheros, as his family hails from Oaxaca.  In other words, I signed up for an authentic Huevos Rancheros experience.  Yeehaw and olé! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe\'s spread included huevos (eggs) made to order, 3 kinds of sausage, 3 kinds of salsas, refried beans, a choice of wheat or corn tortillas, mimosas, and homemade sangria.  Holy Huevo Heaven, Batman! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\"><strong>Verdict:</strong></span>  Delish.  I may need to start accepting the yearly invite.  I can sleep in when I\'m dead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Surprise of the Day:</strong></span>  I praised Joe\'s sangria and asked him if it was a family recipe, perhaps dating back to an ancient civilization.   I\'ve never heard of Aztec Sangria or Toltec sangria, but you never know.  All I knew was that I\'m a major food snob and this sangria was divine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Joe laughed and fed me some line about premade sangria from a bottle.  He added strawberries and pineapple.  Burst my sangria bubble whydontchya, Joe? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  I\'m going to ask bro-in-law to inquire and secure the brand name for us.  We can tell future guests that it\'s an ancient Aztec recipe.  I\'m o.k. with this little white culinary lie if you are.  ;-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 92:  Huevos Rancheros, Por Favor ','','inherit','open','open','','2924-revision-18','','','2010-12-27 20:58:27','2010-12-28 03:58:27','',2924,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/27/2924-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(2948,1,'2010-12-29 14:47:45','2010-12-29 21:47:45','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </p>\n\n<p>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </p>\n\n<p>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </p>\n\n<p>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</p>\n\n<p>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </p>\n\n<p>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</p>\n\n<p>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimp</p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision','','','2010-12-29 14:47:45','2010-12-29 21:47:45','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(2949,1,'2010-12-29 14:54:16','2010-12-29 21:54:16','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </p>\n\n<p>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </p>\n\n<p>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </p>\n\n<p>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</p>\n\n<p>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </p>\n\n<p>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</p>\n\n<p>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Smew.  Noun. </p>\n\n<p>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </p>\n\n<p>A small amount.</p>\n\n<p>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</p>\n\n<p>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </p>\n\n<p>A baby muskrat.</p>\n\n<p>A premature kitten.</p>\n\n<p>A kin</p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-2','','','2010-12-29 14:54:16','2010-12-29 21:54:16','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(2950,1,'2010-12-29 15:12:42','2010-12-29 22:12:42','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </p>\n\n<p>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </p>\n\n<p>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </p>\n\n<p>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</p>\n\n<p>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </p>\n\n<p>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</p>\n\n<p>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Smew.</strong>  n<em>oun. </em></p>\n\n<p>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </p>\n\n<p>A small amount.</p>\n\n<p>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</p>\n\n<p>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </p>\n\n<p>A baby muskrat.</p>\n\n<p>A premature kitten.</p>\n\n<p>A kind of small duck.</p>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Guelph or Guelf.</strong>  <em>noun.</em> </p>\n\n<p>A flamboyant elf.</p>\n\n<p>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</p>\n\n<p>A Guido elf.</p>\n\n<p>A whelp.</p>\n\n<p>A cavity in the first molar. </p>\n\n<p>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Kop.</strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\n\n<p>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</p>\n\n<p>A kite from the country of Khazakstan.</p>\n\n<p>Something big and scary.</p>\n\n<p>A disease of the synapses.</p>\n\n<p>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop. </p>\n\n<p>To grab someone; feel.</p>\n\n<p>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-3','','','2010-12-29 15:12:42','2010-12-29 22:12:42','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(2951,1,'2010-12-29 15:13:42','2010-12-29 22:13:42','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Smew.</strong>  n<em>oun. </em></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Guelph or Guelf.</strong>  <em>noun.</em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Kop.</strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakstan. </li>\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-4','','','2010-12-29 15:13:42','2010-12-29 22:13:42','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(2952,1,'2010-12-29 15:13:57','2010-12-29 22:13:57','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Smew.</strong>  n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Guelph or Guelf.</strong>  <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Kop.</strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-5','','','2010-12-29 15:13:57','2010-12-29 22:13:57','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(2953,1,'2010-12-29 15:15:27','2010-12-29 22:15:27','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong>  <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Kop.</span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-6','','','2010-12-29 15:15:27','2010-12-29 22:15:27','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(2954,1,'2010-12-29 15:32:31','2010-12-29 22:32:31','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\n\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-7','','','2010-12-29 15:32:31','2010-12-29 22:32:31','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(2955,1,'2010-12-29 15:33:32','2010-12-29 22:33:32','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\n\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-8','','','2010-12-29 15:33:32','2010-12-29 22:33:32','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(2956,1,'2010-12-29 15:33:37','2010-12-29 22:33:37','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-9','','','2010-12-29 15:33:37','2010-12-29 22:33:37','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(2957,1,'2010-12-29 15:34:11','2010-12-29 22:34:11','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  Dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-10','','','2010-12-29 15:34:11','2010-12-29 22:34:11','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(2958,1,'2010-12-29 15:34:41','2010-12-29 22:34:41','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-11','','','2010-12-29 15:34:41','2010-12-29 22:34:41','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(2959,1,'2010-12-29 15:36:31','2010-12-29 22:36:31','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\n\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-12','','','2010-12-29 15:36:31','2010-12-29 22:36:31','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(2960,1,'2010-12-29 15:37:07','2010-12-29 22:37:07','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-13','','','2010-12-29 15:37:07','2010-12-29 22:37:07','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(2961,1,'2010-12-29 15:38:05','2010-12-29 22:38:05','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-14','','','2010-12-29 15:38:05','2010-12-29 22:38:05','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(2962,1,'2010-12-29 15:38:54','2010-12-29 22:38:54','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-15','','','2010-12-29 15:38:54','2010-12-29 22:38:54','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(2963,1,'2010-12-29 15:40:32','2010-12-29 22:40:32','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\". </li>\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\n\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-16','','','2010-12-29 15:40:32','2010-12-29 22:40:32','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(2965,1,'2010-12-29 15:45:40','2010-12-29 22:45:40','','nanadictionary','Nana scores the highest!  She\'s 89, and she\'s still a winner.  ','inherit','open','open','','nanadictionary','','','2010-12-29 15:45:40','2010-12-29 22:45:40','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2964,1,'2010-12-29 15:42:21','2010-12-29 22:42:21','<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\" on their slip of paper. </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>--</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-17','','','2010-12-29 15:42:21','2010-12-29 22:42:21','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(2966,1,'2010-12-29 15:47:21','2010-12-29 22:47:21','[caption id=\"attachment_2965\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Nana scores the highest! She&#39;s 89, and she&#39;s still a winner. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2965\" title=\"nanadictionary\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\" on their slip of paper. </li>\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made-up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\n\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>-- a hill or mountain in South Africa.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-18','','','2010-12-29 15:47:21','2010-12-29 22:47:21','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(2967,1,'2010-12-29 15:48:44','2010-12-29 22:48:44','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2965\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Nana scores the highest! She&#39;s 89, and she&#39;s still a winner. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2965\" title=\"nanadictionary\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\" on their slip of paper. </li>\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made-up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\n\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>-- a hill or mountain in South Africa.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-19','','','2010-12-29 15:48:44','2010-12-29 22:48:44','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(2968,1,'2010-12-29 15:49:33','2010-12-29 22:49:33','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2965\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Nana scores the highest! She&#39;s 89, and she&#39;s still a winner. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2965\" title=\"nanadictionary\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real word on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\" on their slip of paper. </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made-up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>-- a hill or mountain in South Africa.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-20','','','2010-12-29 15:49:33','2010-12-29 22:49:33','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(2969,1,'2010-12-29 16:20:49','2010-12-29 23:20:49','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2965\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Nana scores the highest! She&#39;s 89, and she&#39;s still a winner. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2965\" title=\"nanadictionary\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\r\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\r\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\r\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real definition on a slip of paper.</li>\r\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\" on their slip of paper. </li>\r\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\r\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made-up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A snew car. </li>\r\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\r\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\r\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\r\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\r\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\r\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\r\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\r\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\r\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\r\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\r\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\r\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\r\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\r\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\r\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\r\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\r\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>-- a hill or mountain in South Africa.</p>\r\n\r\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-revision-21','','','2010-12-29 16:20:49','2010-12-29 23:20:49','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/29/2947-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(2970,1,'2010-12-30 12:11:12','2010-12-30 19:11:12','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2965\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Nana scores the highest! She&#39;s 89, and she&#39;s still a winner. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2965\" title=\"nanadictionary\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/nanadictionary-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p>A few years summers ago, Aunt Bonnie taught us the game \"Dictionary\".  We laughed so hard while playing that we nearly...you know.  We STILL recycle our inside joke about \"canaliculus\".  That night, special beverages were involved.  I\'ll let you leave the rest to your imagination. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 93, children were present, so this version of Dictionary was PG.  Here\'s how you play:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li><strong>Materials:</strong>  a dictionary, many slips of paper, pens. </li>\n	<li>The more players, the merrier.  We played with 8. </li>\n	<li>The person who is \"It\" looks up a word in the dictionary that s/he is confident that no one knows.  S/he pronounces and spells the word and tells if it is a noun, verb, etc. </li>\n	<li>\"It\" writes the real definition on a slip of paper.</li>\n	<li>Everyone else makes up and writes a convincing \"definition\" on their slip of paper. </li>\n	<li>Everyone passes their slips to \"It\" who reads all definitions including the \"real one\".</li>\n	<li>Players then guess which is the real defintion.  Everyone who correctly chooses the real definition scores a point.  Everyone whose made-up definition gets a vote also scores a point.   </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Be prepared for laughs.  Here\'s a glimpse into our Day 93 game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew.</strong> </span></span> n<em>oun. </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Something that is small and new.  A smew car. </li>\n	<li>A small amount.</li>\n	<li>Chunky, ruff dog poo.  (I remind you that children played with us.)</li>\n	<li>To rub.  To smew over a surface. </li>\n	<li>A baby muskrat.</li>\n	<li>A premature kitten.</li>\n	<li>A kind of small duck.</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Guelph or Guelf.</span></strong> </span> <em>noun.</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A flamboyant elf.</li>\n	<li>Bone, muscle, or tissue in the stomach (one of the above).</li>\n	<li>A Guido elf.</li>\n	<li>A whelp.</li>\n	<li>A cavity in the first molar.  </li>\n	<li>Someone who uses their wealth to buy glue.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Kop.</span></span></strong>  <em>noun.  </em></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>A hill or mountain in South Africa.</li>\n	<li>A kite from the country of Khazakhstan. </li>\n	<li>Something big and scary.</li>\n	<li>A disease of the synapses.</li>\n	<li>Preceeded by jop and followed by lop.  </li>\n	<li>To grab someone; feel.</li>\n	<li>Traditional Danish pastry served at the Feast of Stephen.  </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Which do you think is the real definition?  Scroll down to the bottom for the answer. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before I get to the answers, here is the most creative definition of the evening presented by my sis.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Jactation </strong></span></span>-- noun -- the sound a female jackalope makes when calling her young</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answers:</strong> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Smew</strong></span></span> -- a kind of small duck.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a baby muscrat.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Guelf </strong></span></span>-- a welp.  Although my Dad must not have been wearing his reading glasses.  The real word is \"welf\"  -- a member of a political party in medieval Italy.</p>\n\n<p>My definition -- a guido elf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Kop </strong></span></span>-- a hill or mountain in South Africa.</p>\n\n<p>My defintion -- a kite from the country of Khazakhstan. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 93:  Fun with the Dictionary.  Yes, the Dictionary.  ','','inherit','open','open','','2947-autosave','','','2010-12-30 12:11:12','2010-12-30 19:11:12','',2947,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/30/2947-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(2971,1,'2011-01-01 01:11:26','2011-01-01 08:11:26','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look like a Rock Goddess, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974  \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2975\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Bad Asses don&#39;t get booed off the stage by cyberbullies in less than 60 seconds. Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abysmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Booed again! 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Although...if you were still alive, you would probably suck at Guitar Hero as well. RIP.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2977 \" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If any random kids stumbled upon this blog, here is my advice to you:  get off the Internet and do your homework. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After that, stop playing Guitar Hero and pick up a real guitar.  Start to take lessons.  Or...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You have my permission to get back on the Internet and look up countless free guitar lessons.  Or...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Aunt Michelle taught herself how to play in 3rd grade with the John Denver songbook.  True story!  Pick up an easy songbook of your favorite musician and \"Just Do It\"! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Practice every day, and you will be amazed at how quickly you learn.  Email me with any questions.  If I can\'t answer them, 99.9% of my ex-boyfriends play guitar.  They would be happy to help you, too. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which reminds me...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Boys,</span></strong> girls LOVE boys who can play guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>Girls,</strong> </span>boys LOVE chicks who can play guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Boys</span> &amp; <span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\">Girls</span></strong>, when you are at FunTiki or similar family entertainment center, stick to the Go Karts. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2979 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 94:  I Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???','','publish','open','open','','day-94-i-play-a-real-guitar-but-i-suck-at-guitar-hero','','','2012-03-12 21:43:37','2012-03-13 04:43:37','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=2971',0,'post','',5),(2972,1,'2010-12-30 12:11:19','2010-12-30 19:11:19','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision','','','2010-12-30 12:11:19','2010-12-30 19:11:19','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/30/2971-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(2973,1,'2010-12-30 12:11:55','2010-12-30 19:11:55','','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  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','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-4','','','2010-12-30 12:46:43','2010-12-30 19:46:43','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/30/2971-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(2982,1,'2010-12-30 12:46:49','2010-12-30 19:46:49','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2974\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. </p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\r\n','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  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Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attemped \"Barracuda\".  I was so dismayed that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Bite me, Guitar Hero. YOU suck!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2976 \" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> A 10 year-old boy approached me with pity in his eyes.  I brushed off my bruised ego by rambling on with a host of excuses.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-8','','','2010-12-30 12:59:20','2010-12-30 19:59:20','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/30/2971-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(2987,1,'2010-12-31 13:35:26','2010-12-31 20:35:26','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  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Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attemped \"Barracuda\".  I was so dismayed that I forgot to take a photo. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next! \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.  <br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Bite me, Guitar Hero. YOU suck!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2976 \" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> A 10 year-old boy approached me with pity in his eyes.  I brushed off my bruised ego by rambling on and on and on while he stared at me. <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n<p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt.<br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-9','','','2010-12-31 13:34:34','2010-12-31 20:34:34','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(2988,1,'2010-12-31 13:35:46','2010-12-31 20:35:46','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-11','','','2010-12-31 13:35:46','2010-12-31 20:35:46','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(2989,1,'2010-12-31 13:36:06','2010-12-31 20:36:06','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-12','','','2010-12-31 13:36:06','2010-12-31 20:36:06','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(2990,1,'2010-12-31 13:37:03','2010-12-31 20:37:03','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-13','','','2010-12-31 13:37:03','2010-12-31 20:37:03','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(2991,1,'2010-12-31 13:41:22','2010-12-31 20:41:22','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2975\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Bad Asses don&#39;t get booed off the stage by cyber bullies in less than 60 seconds. Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attemped \"Barracuda\".  I was so dismayed that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Bite me, Guitar Hero. YOU suck!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2976 \" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> A 10 year-old boy approached me with pity in his eyes.  I brushed off my bruised ego by rambling on with a host of excuses.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-14','','','2010-12-31 13:41:22','2010-12-31 20:41:22','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(2992,1,'2010-12-31 14:32:34','2010-12-31 21:32:34','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next!\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which cracked.  Me.  Up.  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Young Brendan made it to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top got you nowhere, try a Texas\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-15','','','2010-12-31 14:32:34','2010-12-31 21:32:34','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(2993,1,'2010-12-31 14:33:08','2010-12-31 21:33:08','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next!\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which cracked.  Me.  Up.  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan made it to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top got you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-16','','','2010-12-31 14:33:08','2010-12-31 21:33:08','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(2994,1,'2010-12-31 14:33:24','2010-12-31 21:33:24','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which cracked.  Me.  Up.  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan made it to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top got you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-17','','','2010-12-31 14:33:24','2010-12-31 21:33:24','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(2997,1,'2010-12-31 14:47:48','2010-12-31 21:47:48','[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2975\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Bad Asses don&#39;t get booed off the stage by cyberbullies in less than 60 seconds. Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Booed again! Bite me, Guitar Hero! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which cracked.  Me.  Up.  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan rocked on to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2978\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Young Brendan Rocks at Foghat\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top gets you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2977\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"SRV, I apologize from the depths of my soul. Although if you were still alive, you would probably suck at Guitar Hero as well. RIP.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-20','','','2010-12-31 14:47:48','2010-12-31 21:47:48','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(2996,1,'2010-12-31 14:35:35','2010-12-31 21:35:35','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> Next!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> When in Texas, try ZZ Top.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which cracked.  Me.  Up.  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan made it to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top got you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-19','','','2010-12-31 14:35:35','2010-12-31 21:35:35','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(2995,1,'2010-12-31 14:35:24','2010-12-31 21:35:24','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> Next!\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> When in Texas, try ZZ Top.<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which cracked.  Me.  Up.  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan made it to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top got you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-18','','','2010-12-31 14:35:24','2010-12-31 21:35:24','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(2998,1,'2010-12-31 14:47:53','2010-12-31 21:47:53','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look cool, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2975\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Bad Asses don&#39;t get booed off the stage by cyberbullies in less than 60 seconds. Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Booed again! Bite me, Guitar Hero! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which cracked.  Me.  Up.  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan rocked on to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2978\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Young Brendan Rocks at Foghat\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2978\" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top gets you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2977\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"SRV, I apologize from the depths of my soul. Although if you were still alive, you would probably suck at Guitar Hero as well. RIP.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2977\" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-21','','','2010-12-31 14:47:53','2010-12-31 21:47:53','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(2999,1,'2010-12-31 15:02:17','2010-12-31 22:02:17','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look like a Rock Goddess, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974  \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2975\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Bad Asses don&#39;t get booed off the stage by cyberbullies in less than 60 seconds. Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Booed again! Bite me, Guitar Hero! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which...Cracked.  Me.  Up.  :-))  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Young Brendan rocked on to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2978\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Young Brendan Rocks Foghat\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2978 \" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top gets you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2977\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"SRV, I apologize from the depths of my soul. Although...if you were still alive, you would probably suck at Guitar Hero as well. RIP.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2977 \" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If any random kids stumbled upon this blog, here is my advice to you:  get off the Internet and do your homework.  After that, step away from Guitar Hero and pick up a real guitar.  Start to take lessons.  Or...you have my permission to get back on the Internet and look up countless free lessons.  Or...Aunt Michelle taught herself how to play in 3rd grade with the John Denver songbook.  True story!  Pick up an easy songbook of your favorite musician and \"Just Do It\"! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Practice every day, and you will be amazed at how quickly you learn.  Email me with any questions.  If I can\'t answer them, 99.9 of my ex-boyfriends play guitar.  They would be happy to help you, too. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which reminds me...Boys, girls LOVE boys who can play guitar.  Girls, boys LOVE girls who can play guitar.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Can Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  ','','inherit','open','open','','2971-revision-22','','','2010-12-31 15:02:17','2010-12-31 22:02:17','',2971,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/31/2971-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(3000,1,'2010-12-31 15:05:42','2010-12-31 22:05:42','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2974\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Today&#39;s Rock &#39;n Roll Fashion Tip: When you are trying to look like a Rock Goddess, don&#39;t wear your niece&#39;s hoodie. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2974  \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki004-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p>Day 94 started out as Go Kart Racing with World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew.  I hadn\'t driven a Go Kart since I was a kid, and we all know how I love to play with my Inner Child as often as possible. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>What I didn\'t realize was that I was going to be utterly humiliated by a video game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I mistakenly thought that since I play the guitar, I might excel at Guitar Hero.  Seems logical, doesn\'t it? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I intended to start off as a bad ass.  No chick songs here.  Give me some Rage Against the Machine! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2975\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Bad Asses don&#39;t get booed off the stage by cyberbullies in less than 60 seconds. Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Booed again! Bite me, Guitar Hero! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which...Cracked.  Me.  Up.  :-))  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Young Brendan rocked on to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2978\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Young Brendan Rocks Foghat\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2978 \" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top gets you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2977\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"SRV, I apologize from the depths of my soul. Although...if you were still alive, you would probably suck at Guitar Hero as well. RIP.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2977 \" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If any random kids stumbled upon this blog, here is my advice to you:  get off the Internet and do your homework. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After that, step away from Guitar Hero and pick up a real guitar.  Start to take lessons.  Or...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You have my permission to get back on the Internet and look up countless free lessons.  Or...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Aunt Michelle taught herself how to play in 3rd grade with the John Denver songbook.  True story!  Pick up an easy songbook of your favorite musician and \"Just Do It\"! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Practice every day, and you will be amazed at how quickly you learn.  Email me with any questions.  If I can\'t answer them, 99.9of my ex-boyfriends play guitar.  They would be happy to help you, too. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which reminds me...Boys, girls LOVE boys who can play guitar.  Girls, boys LOVE chicks who can play guitar. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  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Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Booed again! Bite me, Guitar Hero! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which...Cracked.  Me.  Up.  :-))  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Young Brendan rocked on to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2978\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Young Brendan Rocks Foghat\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2978 \" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top gets you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2977\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"SRV, I apologize from the depths of my soul. Although...if you were still alive, you would probably suck at Guitar Hero as well. RIP.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2977 \" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If any random kids stumbled upon this blog, here is my advice to you:  get off the Internet and do your homework. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After that, step away from Guitar Hero and pick up a real guitar.  Start to take lessons.  Or...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You have my permission to get back on the Internet and look up countless free lessons.  Or...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Aunt Michelle taught herself how to play in 3rd grade with the John Denver songbook.  True story!  Pick up an easy songbook of your favorite musician and \"Just Do It\"! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Practice every day, and you will be amazed at how quickly you learn.  Email me with any questions.  If I can\'t answer them, 99.9% of my ex-boyfriends play guitar.  They would be happy to help you, too. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which reminds me...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Boys, girls LOVE boys who can play guitar. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Girls, boys LOVE chicks who can play guitar. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  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Hmph.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2975\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki007-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I decided that channeling Nancy Wilson might bring me luck.  I attempted \"Barracuda\" with an equally abyssmal score.  I was so distraught that I forgot to take a photo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When in Texas, try ZZ Top.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2976\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Booed again! Bite me, Guitar Hero! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2976\" title=\"ghzztop\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghzztop-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>A 10 year-old boy approached me with a smirk.  In an attempt to salvage by bruised ego, I told him that I played real guitar.   Young Brendan did not play real guitar, but apparently rocked at Guitar Hero.  I asked him if he could show me how it\'s done, but his parents were waiting for him at the Go Karts.  I asked him to find me later when he was ready. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 30 minutes later, young Brendan tapped me on the shoulder and walked me over to Guitar Hero.  He explained to me that the key is to not strum the fake guitar like a real guitar.  That makes A LOT of sense, Makers of Guitar Hero, whoever you are. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan then spent 5 seconds loading his game.  I previously spent 5 minutes picking out the best character, outfit, guitar, etc.  Oh, the kids these days.   Brendan was all business and no fun. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He started playing to Foghat which...Cracked.  Me.  Up.  :-))  And made me grateful that even though these kids are learning nothing that will actually help them play guitar, at least they are being introduced to 70s classic rock, which just so happens to be my favorite genre. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Young Brendan rocked on to the bitter end.  In the Gaming World, he is a Rock God. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2978\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Young Brendan Rocks Foghat\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2978 \" title=\"ghbrendan\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Feeling confident after Brendan\'s masterful lesson, I picked up my ego, dusted it off, and tried yet again.  When in Texas, and when ZZ Top gets you nowhere, try a Texas Blues Legend instead. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2977\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"SRV, I apologize from the depths of my soul. Although...if you were still alive, you would probably suck at Guitar Hero as well. RIP.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2977 \" title=\"ghsrv\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghsrv-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If any random kids stumbled upon this blog, here is my advice to you:  get off the Internet and do your homework. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After that, step away from Guitar Hero and pick up a real guitar.  Start to take lessons.  Or...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You have my permission to get back on the Internet and look up countless free lessons.  Or...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Aunt Michelle taught herself how to play in 3rd grade with the John Denver songbook.  True story!  Pick up an easy songbook of your favorite musician and \"Just Do It\"! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Practice every day, and you will be amazed at how quickly you learn.  Email me with any questions.  If I can\'t answer them, 99.9% of my ex-boyfriends play guitar.  They would be happy to help you, too. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which reminds me...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">Boys,</span></strong> girls LOVE boys who can play guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>Girls,</strong> </span>boys LOVE chicks who can play guitar. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"If I had only stuck to the original game plan, my ego would not have been hurt.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2979\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Fun-Tiki001-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/ghbrendan.jpg\"></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 94:  I Play a Real Guitar, but I SUCK at Guitar Hero.  ???  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