<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:17:39.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from here and there</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts that pop into my head as I go about my day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-2802026638578389127</id><published>2008-09-09T01:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:10:36.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As curious as a childI was sitting at the table reading the paper and I hear "Thump." I looked toward the deck door to see a squirrel has jumped on the bird feeder that is suctioned to the window. He can't get to the food because he is on the roof of the feeder, so he just sits there and looks around.Shaka has heard the "thump," too. She looks over to the window and sees the creature. She slowly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/2802026638578389127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/2802026638578389127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2802026638578389127' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-111560805483111227</id><published>2005-05-08T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:10:17.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeding storyMany evenings, I put a feeder on the railing of the deck because it seems that is when the Cardinals like to eat best--the grackles and squirrels aren't around then so much. So, Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal come along and sit and eat from each side of the feeder. Then Mr. hops over to the other side and they eat together and then he feeds her a couple of times. They fly away.A little while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/111560805483111227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/111560805483111227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111560805483111227' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-111388479360952160</id><published>2005-04-18T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:26:33.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring PlantingBought a few flowers this last weekend.  The guy who had the house before had alot of perennials growing--mostly hostas-- and they are doing good, so I want to stick in some color here and there.  It is officially too early to plant flowers, but the nursery was so crowded today, it seems no one is waiting!The area by the driveway, we cleaned all out and cut the bushes way back, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/111388479360952160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/111388479360952160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111388479360952160' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-111250766525417155</id><published>2005-03-30T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:11:33.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Winter is over, I guessIt was beautiful today!!! A beautiful Spring day.I guess winter is over, I should take the cling-on snowflakes off my deck door!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/111250766525417155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/111250766525417155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111250766525417155' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-110672649658277846</id><published>2005-01-26T01:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:14:01.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The mind is blankIt's been seven months--I have had nothing to say?  Not really,,, well sort-a.  My thoughts don't seem worth expressing, my activities don't seem worth recording.  I could write a bunch of complaining things, a lot of depressing things, but no one really wants to read that.  There has been plenty of good things going on in the past seven month also.The snow has been really pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/110672649658277846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/110672649658277846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110672649658277846' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-108822960350371274</id><published>2004-06-26T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T01:00:03.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A NEW HOUSE FOR ME!We closed on the house.  It is not our dream house by any stretch of the imagination, but it is a good house.  We are actually fixing up our own bedroom first this time.  Of course there are no kids with us now.  I always like to plan and decorate their room.  Today we pulled up carpet, so we will have wood floors with area rugs in our room.  And we bought paint that is a soft</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/108822960350371274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/108822960350371274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108822960350371274' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-108451488255924362</id><published>2004-05-13T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T01:08:02.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOOKISH I was reading a post on a fellow bloggers site and found this fun thing to do! "Usually I don't participate in the latest quirky participation game, quiz, or list passed around on the Internet or email, but since I'm a great believer in books I'm taking the cue from Tim Blair and passing this one on.Here are the instructions:1. Grab the nearest book. 2. Open the book to page 23.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/108451488255924362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/108451488255924362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108451488255924362' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-108252201224662830</id><published>2004-04-20T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T09:20:46.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I DON'T LIKE WEATHER I was thinking today how I actually hate thinking about the weather.  Is it cold out?, going to get hot?, etc, etc.  I haven't gotton really cold and shivery, but I just don't enjoy the chill in the air.  Well, I do--I Don"T KNOW!!!  I just confused myself!!!  Actually, I don't like the non-constancy.  I would like to live in a place that is always the same type temperatures,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/108252201224662830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/108252201224662830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252201224662830' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-107907321891580457</id><published>2004-03-12T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T00:38:18.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOMELESSEven tho I had lived in Omaha for 22 years, plus some, I don't know where in Omaha I would like to live.  We drive around and drive around, looking at places advertised in the paper for rent or sale, but nothing looks like the right place, nothing looks like the right area, neighborhood, the place I want to be.  I sure miss having a home to care for, tho.  That sounds crazy, doesn't it?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/107907321891580457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/107907321891580457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107907321891580457' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-107603861237558956</id><published>2004-02-05T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T13:05:00.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAWAIIHere I am, back in the tropical weather.  When I left the Midwest, I left 10 inches of snow.  There has been plenty more and I don't miss it.  Sure, it is pretty and refreshing, but such a pain.  Anyway, this first trip to Hawaii isn't all pleasure.  I now have a heart-damaged husband, who needs treatment.  He will have surgery on Monday.  I am sure that will go just fine.Last evening we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/107603861237558956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/107603861237558956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603861237558956' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106991496709907158</id><published>2003-11-27T01:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:00:01.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FLOATING GULLSWe are visiting friends in Seattle and it sure is nice to see gulls again---swirling, soaring, floating above the water. In Guam there were no gulls. They are now in Omaha, scavaging in the parking lots.The ocean is where they belong,  I am now where I belong, by the sea.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106991496709907158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106991496709907158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106991496709907158' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106891797584405549</id><published>2003-11-13T23:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T11:44:16.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY...to me.  Nice greeting cards from nice people, but all I really think is bllllahhhh!  Who cares?  I got a drivers license from Nebraska today.  I missed four on the test!  I was surprised.  The girl took the picture four times to get a decent one!  And, for some crazy reason, I couldn't write my name well on the little digital writing pad.  It would slip as I wrote and I kept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106891797584405549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106891797584405549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106891797584405549' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106693648682576858</id><published>2003-10-23T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T17:42:38.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THOUGHTS FROM DAMIAN&gt; I wish it were painful to talk - most of what people say is stupid, and that would prevent pointless small talk and drunken (idiotic) blather. &gt; Is a persons hair actually part of them? Because when people talk of their hair it seems to be more of an abstraction than when they talk of any other part of their body being "them."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106693648682576858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106693648682576858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693648682576858' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106676434883747999</id><published>2003-10-21T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T14:27:17.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOMELESS I really haven't moved in here at Moms--drawers she emptied for me, I haven't put things in, I have piles of different things on the bedroom floor, the boxes that were delivered haven't been emptied.  I am just a no-mans-land of myself.  The only thing, I just realized, that is keeping me grounded, is coming to the computer and spending time.  I guess because it is closest to what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106676434883747999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106676434883747999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106676434883747999' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106649570996356648</id><published>2003-10-18T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T00:56:13.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PERSPECTIVE She just says what is on her mind, whether it is said critically or not, is up to your own interpretation.  In my mind, I have to keep thinking "SENSE OF HUMOR!"  I try to remind myself to answer or reply in a way that is not serious, ignoring the actual remark that hurt or made me angry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106649570996356648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106649570996356648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106649570996356648' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-10664928515380238</id><published>2003-10-17T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T13:02:25.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT A LOVELY SEASON! Autumn!  wow,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,This has been a beautiful fall--the color, the sound of brown leaves blowing along the curb, the sound of my feet shuffling thru them!I love the fresh smell of cool air, breathing it deep into my lungs.Quite a difference from the hot and humid Guam I left behind.  This weather is refreshing, but I don't know how I will be able to deal with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/10664928515380238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/10664928515380238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10664928515380238' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106574157224283336</id><published>2003-10-09T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T10:56:48.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE AT THE PET STORE Mike and I went to a great pet store--lots of birds, including 5 baby African Greys!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106574157224283336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106574157224283336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106574157224283336' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106511223179231826</id><published>2003-10-02T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T11:52:19.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EAT CAKE  A quote from the book by Jeanne Ray:::: "I never knew that people could be afraid of good news, too.  I realized that good news took you places you didn't know anything about.  It changed everything as much as bad news did."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106511223179231826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106511223179231826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106511223179231826' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106394671651834227</id><published>2003-09-18T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T10:34:11.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEADED WEST A two-day drive to Denver.  Beautiful, clear weather, but a bit chilly!  Will be going down to Colorado Springs in a few days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106394671651834227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106394671651834227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106394671651834227' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106348635107430957</id><published>2003-09-13T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T11:50:48.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"WE'RE AN AMERICAN BAND"  Grand Funk Railroad.  Great band of the 70's!  I was able to see them in concert (for free) and able to dance and sing like I used to!  fun, fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106348635107430957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106348635107430957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106348635107430957' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106331128718589349</id><published>2003-09-11T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T11:48:15.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BACK TO CONUSContinental United States.  Not where I want to be one little bit.  I told Mike that, "not one part of me wants to be here."  But I am--maybe I won't stay depressed and can get enthused and interested in things here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106331128718589349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106331128718589349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106331128718589349' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106290028271677148</id><published>2003-09-06T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T21:51:31.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LEAVING GUAM FOR GOODI am so sad to be leaving here and to be leaving Mike behind for a while.  If I could cry, I would have been doing so off and on during the past week.  This is my last day on the computer, the last of communication and information from the outside world!  Sounds dramatic, huh?  I will have to visit the library in Omaha until I get by own computer set up again.  Well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106290028271677148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106290028271677148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106290028271677148' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106256392690825548</id><published>2003-09-02T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T23:38:46.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BACK IN GUAMWe returned to Guam at 5a.m. Monday morning--spent Labor Day sleeping!  The humidity here!!--wow--how stiffling it is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106256392690825548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106256392690825548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106256392690825548' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106232176748776648</id><published>2003-08-31T04:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T22:21:56.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAVA TUBESWe drove southwest to Undara this morning into bush country.  Quite flat, dry, scattered trees, brush and termite mounds.  Drove to see large cave-like holes under ground resulting from an expired volcano.  The tops have fallen down in many places, so you can see easily.A Kookaburra landed on our table at lunch and stole fruit from Mikes plate!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106232176748776648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106232176748776648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106232176748776648' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106224141875647789</id><published>2003-08-30T06:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T06:03:38.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAZY DAY IN CAIRNSTook it easy today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106224141875647789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106224141875647789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106224141875647789' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106216029143112604</id><published>2003-08-29T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T22:41:17.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COOKTOWN Long--four and a half hour--bus ride from Cairns to Cooktown,along a nice highway, a two-lane road and then a bumpy dirt road.  Then a quick--forty minutes--ride back in a small plane, directly over the Great Barrier Reef. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106216029143112604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106216029143112604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106216029143112604' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106207533264332102</id><published>2003-08-28T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T23:04:38.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KURANDAUp to Kuranda by train this morning.  We returned in the afternoon by skyrail, silently gliding over rainforest treetops.This bird, the male Eclectus, is the one at the bird park that snuggled with me and wanted me to take him home.  Sure wish I could have, he was so sweet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106207533264332102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106207533264332102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106207533264332102' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106198448864688930</id><published>2003-08-27T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T23:05:39.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> RAINFORESTWe headed north to the rainforest this morning and of course we get rain, rain, rain.  Doesn't make for good siteseeing.  How dare it!  But we saw alot and enjoyed ourselves.  Even had some wattle seed ice cream.   Quite yummy.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106198448864688930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106198448864688930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106198448864688930' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106189436760141996</id><published>2003-08-26T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T23:22:51.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UP, UP AND AWAYI wasn't so rested when I had to get up this morning---it was 4 a.m!  But I was  wide awake--hot air balloon ride today!  The balloon lifted so gently, I didn't even realize we were moving.  We floated over the Tablelands, fields of mango, banana trees and sugar cane.  In the areas left wild, you could see the slight greyish color of kangaroos.  When the hot air fired, they went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106189436760141996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106189436760141996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106189436760141996' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106181369672999042</id><published>2003-08-25T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T23:12:35.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>G'DAYI woke up refreshed this morning.  When I turned over, I saw all this light coming thru this full wall of windows!  I got up, opened the gauzy drapes, stepped out on our fifth-floor balcony and delighted in the site of large white egrets preening on the tops of palm trees, the blue ocean beyond with mountains beyond that.  We are in Australia!  In Cairns</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106181369672999042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106181369672999042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106181369672999042' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106100198508426944</id><published>2003-08-15T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T21:57:11.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CATCH 22I am in the bathroom, getting ready to go out, I have used the toilet, put on my eye makeup, powered my face, washed my hands.  As I am walking down the hall, I sneeze!  Which makes me feel like I have to pee again, so back to the bathroom,,,,  I have to blow my nose also, which means I will have to powder my face again, which caused the sneezing in the first place!I hope I make it out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106100198508426944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106100198508426944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106100198508426944' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106091883101487070</id><published>2003-08-14T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T23:24:13.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOPE from Welcome to My Country by Lauren Slater::"Dostoevski wrote:: 'If one has only one good memory left in ones heart,even that may be the means of saving us.'"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106091883101487070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106091883101487070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106091883101487070' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-106014654644062974</id><published>2003-08-06T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T00:28:43.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONE OF THE OLD FOLKWell, the husband is officially retired.  I am too, I suppose.  Now I will be just one of those old people roaming the commissary and exchange, not one of the active duty group on a mission.  I should have lost weight before this so I couldn't be spotted so easily as one of the old retired folk who are allowed to use the stores.  oh, hum</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106014654644062974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/106014654644062974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106014654644062974' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105947867182243110</id><published>2003-07-29T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T06:37:51.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLLOW HOMEWith all the pictures taken from the walls, most the furniture taken out, my home rings hollow.  It is just so empty and sad.  Traces of me, our family life there is gone.  But I guess that is why the brain retains memories.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105947867182243110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105947867182243110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105947867182243110' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105904824872045595</id><published>2003-07-24T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T07:23:02.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHE'S BACK!!She's back!  She's back!  Shaka found a friendly lady and now she is back home.  Mike went to the family's home to pick her up and Shaka went right to him---when she got on his shoulder, she got right up to his neck and stayed there for a long time as Mike was talking to everyone.  She seems quiet and content to be back in the house--hasn't made a peep yet.  We will all get a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105904824872045595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105904824872045595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105904824872045595' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105900983333684182</id><published>2003-07-23T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T20:26:13.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"FLY AWAY"Did that make you think of the inspiring John Denver song?  That isn't exactly what I am thinking of, but maybe that is what my parrot as thinking as she kept flying and flying and flying......free as the eagles. Shaka is probably a bit confused and scared right now, tho.She accidently got away from me and I am so guilty and sad. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105900983333684182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105900983333684182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105900983333684182' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105840327027117103</id><published>2003-07-16T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T20:11:40.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YUMI found a jar of Maraschino cherries (with stems) in the back of the pantry. ummmm,,,love to snack on them.Think I will make some of that tapioca pudding I found, too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105840327027117103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105840327027117103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105840327027117103' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105827153208163975</id><published>2003-07-15T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T20:00:51.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANXIETY ATTACKSDag Hammerskold said "It is only when we play it safe that we create a world of utmost insecurity."I just don't know about that right now.  Maybe in the large scope of things, but not in my life right now.  What could be better than the security of staying in the Coast Guard, staying in this nice house in Guam, keeping my very lovely parrot, keeping my creative juices working, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105827153208163975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105827153208163975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105827153208163975' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105783980569176059</id><published>2003-07-10T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T03:03:05.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M JUST SLOWGuess maybe things take awhile to sink in.  All that was written on my to-do list yesterday, I got finished today.  Guess I just have to get used to "new" ideas.  I am finally getting used to the idea of moving from here.  That only took a few months!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105783980569176059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105783980569176059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105783980569176059' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105775764177828868</id><published>2003-07-09T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T08:57:22.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY EYES ARE BIGGER THAN MY STOMACHI was thinking this morning how ambitious I am at night, such lofty ideas of what I can accomplish---tomorrow.  I make lists of what I will get done the next day!  Of course, the next day comes and I say "eh" --I don't feel like doing that!  I do get some of my work done, of course, but not as much as I should--not as much as I planned on doing the night before!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105775764177828868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105775764177828868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105775764177828868' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105722145529443725</id><published>2003-07-03T03:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T03:47:07.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORE PHOTOSI just remembered where on the vast internet space I was keeping some of my other picture albums.  You can go there to see some of my best from Guam, where I am currently living, from a trip to Japan and from Thailand.  I have seen some amazing things and sure would love to go back and do it all again. Oh, and here are more I published on a travel site. I love to browse this site, read</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105722145529443725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105722145529443725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105722145529443725' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105706558283043281</id><published>2003-07-01T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T03:43:46.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A GOALIt's good to have a goal.  Well, who could ever dispute that?    Even tho I don't want to move from here, even tho I dread having to decide what to give away, what to sell, how much to charge and what to keep, I am doing it without too much internal whining because I have a deadline day.   And have figured out how to do it in an orderly fashion.    I am not running around with my head cut </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105706558283043281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105706558283043281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105706558283043281' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105623747682002595</id><published>2003-06-21T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T18:20:55.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M DONE!One tank of gas, a little over an hour and most all the yard is cut.  The mower (the gas) and I petered out with only a little of the back yard to do.  I went fast and didn't do as much of the neighbors as I would normally do.  If I knew I had more gas, I would have went slower, probably taken a break and mowed down more of that offending grass!I know, I can go get more gasoline.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105623747682002595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105623747682002595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105623747682002595' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105585313938470789</id><published>2003-06-17T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T07:35:27.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOOKS AGAINI went back to the used book store today to see if they wanted some of Mikes and the boys' text books.  They took $60 worth of them.  (some books originally cost that much!)  The rest, they will donate to one of the high schools.  Whatever,,,that is fine with me.  As long as someone will use them.   As the girl was sorting thru my books, I went looking around on the shelves.  I MISS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105585313938470789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105585313938470789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105585313938470789' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105573777372390830</id><published>2003-06-15T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T07:09:05.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NAXOS NIGHTS"There are people with whom you feel mute and around them you forget you have a head and a heart full of ideas and wonder, poetry and longing, and there are those who can reach straight into your chest and pull songs and stars out of your heart."Traveling is so temporary, so peculiar to the nature of the human psyce, that you forget you need friends.  When you find one, you remember</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105573777372390830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105573777372390830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105573777372390830' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105559372125039652</id><published>2003-06-14T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T08:31:15.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GET A PET I am sure glad I have a pet.  "They" are right in saying that having a pet helps you out of a bad mood, gives you something else to focus on.  If I am in a bad mood, anxious or depressed, I can't ignore the animals or be mean to them.  The other day, I come home from doing some errands, feeling overwhelmed by the thought of moving and depressed by the thought of moving -and everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105559372125039652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105559372125039652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105559372125039652' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105533825431193718</id><published>2003-06-11T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T00:21:08.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TODAY'S QUOTE"Material success won't make you happy unless you are already happy."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105533825431193718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105533825431193718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105533825431193718' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105489758350796354</id><published>2003-06-06T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T17:31:22.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY PHOTO ALBUMSIf you would like to see some VERY AMAZING  (just kidding), "nice" photos of mine, you can go to  my albums  on Club Photo.  There you can see 27 photos that include my pets, various animals, beautiful flowers and magnificent sunsets!    ENJOY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105489758350796354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105489758350796354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105489758350796354' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105473414515473267</id><published>2003-06-04T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:38:51.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOOKS, BOOKS AND MORE BOOKSSo, what do I do today?  I buy a couple of books.  Not what I need at all.  Seeing that we are trying to simplify our lives a bit, clear out this house in preparation for a move.  Seeing that I was at the used book store getting rid of some of my old books!I received over $50 worth of credit there, and spent a little over $9 of that.  So, $40 some left to use there.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105473414515473267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105473414515473267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105473414515473267' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105460929785230684</id><published>2003-06-02T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:43:50.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COMMERCIALSWhy are there no bad actors on commercials?  I mean there are some crazy and dumb advertisements out there, but no one over-acts or sounds stiff and scared.  In some movies and tv shows, there are people who sound unreal during the whole thing.  Maybe the people on short commercials couldn't keep it up for a longer stint, but it is interesting how good those actors are and how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105460929785230684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105460929785230684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105460929785230684' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105445633558877303</id><published>2003-06-01T03:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:39:38.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAINBOW IN THE TREESDid you know you can see the colors of the rainbow on trees?  Yesterday we saw a rainbow that apparently had its pot of gold in the jungle because one end dipped into the valley we were driving past.   And as we were driving, the trees were changing colors!  Which meant that  the rainbow was quite close to the us, in front of the trees.  It looked like one of those colored</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105445633558877303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105445633558877303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105445633558877303' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105438359699164791</id><published>2003-05-31T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T17:54:06.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MILAN KUNDERA  "We don't know when our name came into being or how some distant ancestor acquired it.  We don't understand our name at all;  we don't know its history, and yet we bear it with exalted fidelity.  We merge with it, we like it, we are ridiculously proud of it, as if we hid thought it up ourselves in a moment of brilliant inspiration."I have read one of his books--The Unbearable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105438359699164791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105438359699164791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105438359699164791' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105429938231790782</id><published>2003-05-30T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:40:44.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHAKAI have to tell you about my silly bird--she kept me smiling yesterday.  Her name is Shaka, an African Grey Congo parrot.  We have this two-shelf bookcase in the bedroom. I have fabric over the front on a tension rod.  Occasionally she has been curious about what is behind the curtain and peeks her head in there as she is walking past.  Using her foot to hold the curtain while she works her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105429938231790782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105429938231790782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105429938231790782' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105421189024271257</id><published>2003-05-29T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:41:21.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUOTESI find interesting words to quote everywhere.  On TV, magazines, newspaper articles and books.  When I was watching some program the other nite, I heard someone say "You are what you love, not what loves you."  I like that.  (Sure wish I could remember what show that was.  I don't watch too many,  I just can't picture it.)  But I tore off a piece of the TV paper and wrote it down.  When I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105421189024271257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105421189024271257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105421189024271257' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105408951412008462</id><published>2003-05-27T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:41:51.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DENTAL WORKI went -again- to the dentist yesterday.  It may sound pretty strange, seeing that so many people hate going to the dentist, but I am in awe of what they do.  It is amazing what they can do to one little tooth.  It is amazing how much work and time is taken up with your teeth.  I thought of being a dentist assistant since way back, since I was about 19 or 20 years old.  But never did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105408951412008462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105408951412008462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105408951412008462' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420013.post-105369791741534351</id><published>2003-05-23T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:42:14.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SIGNING UPI was trying to sign up for blogger and couldn't get a user name that someone hasn't already taken!!!!  It was getting tiring!!!  Why would someone else have pjlam4 and such like that!  I think this site is lying to me and just doesn't want me there! Yea--finally I found my own user name and I can have an account!Now, what the heck do I have to write about?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105369791741534351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420013/posts/default/105369791741534351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakalido.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105369791741534351' title=''/><author><name>~~Patsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09052300574693911637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTiox3OEjM/SMYcBPChvWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JCQn1dQwBwo/S220/peek!.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
