<?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-3224018924694202819</id><updated>2012-02-02T19:28:57.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Chances and Rainy Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-21030068732861653</id><published>2012-02-02T14:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:40:51.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Award!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was like most days.  I checked my blog sidebar to see who of my blogging buddies had a new post.  And as always I take a quick look at my latest post to see if there were any additional comments.  Lo and behold I found a comment from &lt;a href="http://pugnaciousp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Payton&lt;/a&gt; who left me a message about an award she gave me!  &lt;div&gt;                                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 81px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VI_5JhyvquE/TyrsKritvwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/iWR_RW_YkLE/s200/Liebster-Blog-Award_Small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704631546249330434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liebster means "dearest" in German, and the award is intended to help blogs get the attention they deserve.  To accept the Liebster, I must: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Copy and paste the award on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Link back to the blogger who gave me the award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pick my 5 favorite blogs with less than 200 followers to pass on the award, making sure to let them know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5 bloggers I'm passing this award on to are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://southernfriedpugs.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Southern Fried Pugs&lt;/a&gt;  Tallulah, Petunia, and Isabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://beefypug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beefy Pug&lt;/a&gt; Daisy and Bruce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://brutusthefrenchie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brutus the Frenchie&lt;/a&gt;  Brutus, Carmen and Trevor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pugznhugz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arlo the Pug&lt;/a&gt;  Arlo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://misterbeanalittlepuginabigworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mister Bean, a Little Pug in a Big World &lt;/a&gt; Mister Bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now some of these bloggers don't blog on a regular basis, but all are real sweet and I'm passing this award on so maybe they'll get a little additional encouragement to blog a little more!  Thanks for passing the award to me, Payton!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-21030068732861653?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/21030068732861653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=21030068732861653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/21030068732861653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/21030068732861653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2012/02/award.html' title='An Award!'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VI_5JhyvquE/TyrsKritvwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/iWR_RW_YkLE/s72-c/Liebster-Blog-Award_Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-5691611925269384755</id><published>2012-01-17T17:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:58:22.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness in 366 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9HRnOC5J2g/TxYLFS-IKLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7QGCzc6MUt8/s1600/kindness18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9HRnOC5J2g/TxYLFS-IKLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7QGCzc6MUt8/s200/kindness18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698754564103612594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched our local ABC news which had a story about a young area man who set a New Year's resolution that may be a bit different - actually, as the story said 366 resolutions. He's doing a random act of kindness each day this year, and with leap year, that means 366 random acts of kindness.  Today he was on a corner downtown giving out free hugs.  Some of his other random acts this year include participating in an MLK  day service activity, sending condolences to parents of a fallen soldier, writing a thank you to a former teacher, mentoring a child, giving compliments to 25 people.  Just doing something good for a person, some little, seemingly inconsequential thing, can make a big difference.  On his day of complimenting people, he got strange looks and some people who didn't appreciate what he was trying to do. But a woman on the bus saw him and said she was going to give compliments to people, too.  When you start something like this, you never know who may be touched by these random acts, even if that person wasn't the intended target of that act. So it got me thinking.  What little things can we do? What are some possibles for this young man during the rest of this year's random acts of kindness? Yes, his story touched me.  I'm not sure what I'll do, but I know I want to do something.  What about you? Can you do just one random act of kindness this year? You never know where it will lead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-5691611925269384755?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5691611925269384755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=5691611925269384755' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5691611925269384755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5691611925269384755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-acts-of-kindness-in-366-days.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness in 366 Days'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9HRnOC5J2g/TxYLFS-IKLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7QGCzc6MUt8/s72-c/kindness18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2376353257404678078</id><published>2011-12-17T19:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:46:42.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign</title><content type='html'>Most everyone in the blogosphere has heard the devastating news about the loss suffered by the Houston Pittie Pack.  And how the bloggers have come together - not just to offer comfort and support, but through Pip's comment donations and the ChipIn for Sandra and her family, a bit of financial support to help get the family and the remaining pack members back on their feet.  Coming at Christmas this seems like an even worse tragedy.  But coming together to comfort, give, help...isn't that what the real spirit of Christmas is all about? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, as I drove through Indiana, Kentucky and Tennessee, I kept seeing Shelby's name on signs: Shelbyville, IN, Shelbyville, KY, Shelbyville, TN.  Each time, I thought of those five lost furbabies. The last time, it seemed to me as if this had to be a sign - a sign that they are safe at the bridge, and a sign that they will not be forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2376353257404678078?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2376353257404678078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2376353257404678078' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2376353257404678078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2376353257404678078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/12/sign.html' title='A Sign'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-8252002821741663594</id><published>2011-12-16T13:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:38:27.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Comfort</title><content type='html'>I was going to post something holidayish before I head to Florida, but today I read Pip's blog about the fire in Houston that took 5 pitties from the Kissa-Bulls.  I didn't know them, didn't follow their blog, though I think they may have commented on the Two Pitties in the City blog that I do follow.  But the loss of such a big chunk of a family, especially at the holidays is something that is just breaking my heart.  Yes, the family lost their material possessions, but the loss of five of their furbabies must be just devastating.  If you have a chance, please go over to their blog (&lt;a href="http://kissa-bull.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kissa-bull.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and offer just a bit of support and comfort.  Remember to hug those you love - furred and human - and hold them close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-8252002821741663594?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8252002821741663594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=8252002821741663594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8252002821741663594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8252002821741663594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/12/tiding-of-comfort.html' title='Giving Comfort'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7476160166245388045</id><published>2011-10-31T11:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:01:12.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Halloween Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjNkM8vSS9s/Tq7UR3DgZqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yDDJ0vo4skw/s1600/Rainy%2BHalloween%2B2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjNkM8vSS9s/Tq7UR3DgZqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yDDJ0vo4skw/s320/Rainy%2BHalloween%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669702384207554210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I've received a picture of Rainy, dressed up by her mom, this time celebrating Halloween.  Every time I think of her, I think I should have just kept her instead of giving her back. The only part that makes me feel so good is that she's happy in her home, with her two brothers.  She was the right pug, it just wasn't the right time for me.  Now it's the right time....now to find the right pup again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7476160166245388045?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7476160166245388045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7476160166245388045' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7476160166245388045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7476160166245388045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-reminder.html' title='A Halloween Reminder'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjNkM8vSS9s/Tq7UR3DgZqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yDDJ0vo4skw/s72-c/Rainy%2BHalloween%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3711614730216607426</id><published>2011-10-24T18:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:28:44.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lilac Festival in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZqelZt100k/TqX0ooJfclI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZxGM9XP8TQg/s1600/Lilac.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZqelZt100k/TqX0ooJfclI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZxGM9XP8TQg/s320/Lilac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667204684924809810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a sad day, yet a day to celebrate quite a life.  Lilac over at Tales and Tails has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.  She was quite the lady who made demands, worried about Timmy falling into the well, and kept her family entertained in her own way.  She was quite a lady! If you can, go over and give a little support to her family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3711614730216607426?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3711614730216607426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3711614730216607426' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3711614730216607426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3711614730216607426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/10/lilac-festival-in-heaven.html' title='A Lilac Festival in Heaven'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZqelZt100k/TqX0ooJfclI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZxGM9XP8TQg/s72-c/Lilac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-277073616926669257</id><published>2011-10-02T14:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:09:58.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Livestrong Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohcHmlKumA0/Toi2O7QevTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ugQ0pjQhcjw/s1600/LiveSTRONG%252BPAWS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohcHmlKumA0/Toi2O7QevTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ugQ0pjQhcjw/s320/LiveSTRONG%252BPAWS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658973299332267314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine a world without cancer? I think most everyone has in one way or another been affected by cancer - either first hand or through a close friend or family member.  Great strides have been made.  More can be done.  For those of you who are dealing with this, Live Strong! The rest of us have got your back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-277073616926669257?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/277073616926669257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=277073616926669257' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/277073616926669257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/277073616926669257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/10/livestrong-day-2011.html' title='Livestrong Day 2011'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohcHmlKumA0/Toi2O7QevTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ugQ0pjQhcjw/s72-c/LiveSTRONG%252BPAWS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3725254666962532873</id><published>2011-09-02T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:34:07.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Lull</title><content type='html'>You'll notice a certain lull in my blog for the next few weeks.  Once again, I'll be traveling, with spotty internet service and no real keyboard to post with (I'm just taking an ipod touch). But I can read and will try to keep up with everyone's blogs and respond when I can.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems as if I'm going to miss not only the start of the football season, but the start of autumn.  Yes, I know that September 1st is the meteorological start of autumn, but it's been in the 90s since the month started! That is all supposed to change Sunday as the temperature will drop.  I love the cool, crisp days of autumn, without the need for the AC or the heat just yet, with the leaves painted such pretty colors and with a pot of chili on the stove.  I'm hoping when I come back there will still be that early fall feeling in the air.  I will be home in time for the start of the hockey season! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the other things I'm going to miss is the 10th anniversary of the September 11th attacks.  It will be strange to be out of the country on this milestone anniversary.  While the specials have already started, and people will remember that terrible day, and remember the victims and their families, and hold ceremonies at Ground Zero, the Pentagon and Shanksville, I will remember the tiny Canadian town of Gander where many planes coming into the US from overseas were forced to land once the airspace was closed.  My September 11th will be different this year, remembering, but also going forward, continuing on, living brave, as the Ad Council commercial said.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Labor Day weekend to everyone in the US, and Happy weekend to everyone else! Keep blogging, I'll be reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3725254666962532873?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3725254666962532873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3725254666962532873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3725254666962532873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3725254666962532873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-lull.html' title='A Blog Lull'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1375992532226080218</id><published>2011-08-14T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:03:04.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did On My Summer Vacation, Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next stop on our family vacation was Colmar, France. The town is in the Alsace region of France and had gone back and forth between French and German control for many years.  It is called "Little Venice" for an obvious reason.  This charming little town is also the birthplace of Auguste Bartholdi, the sculptor who designed the Statue of Liberty.  A walk around town, a farmer's market, and some yummy French wine completed another grand family vacation day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk5ezpRtPdk/Tkhg33G4GlI/AAAAAAAAAcU/e1RETsWNdjs/s320/117.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640865046083410514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3yno-5-rxA/TkhgwuaraoI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WDXdGCT2ZDc/s1600/124.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3yno-5-rxA/TkhgwuaraoI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WDXdGCT2ZDc/s320/124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640864923491461762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aWf61ZhgDo/TkhgwCCESOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/krmgxnGKC3M/s1600/131.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aWf61ZhgDo/TkhgwCCESOI/AAAAAAAAAcE/krmgxnGKC3M/s320/131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640864911577073890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2COk4CdaCg/Tkhgv5vlIDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rFWMR6vFtgA/s1600/135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2COk4CdaCg/Tkhgv5vlIDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rFWMR6vFtgA/s320/135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640864909352050738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0FNQk5lnk8/TkhgvncGeiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YwTqO04CRJE/s1600/145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0FNQk5lnk8/TkhgvncGeiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YwTqO04CRJE/s320/145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640864904438512162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_O3BU-ufPsU/TkhgvG3vtwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ya-Fjm3IcAw/s1600/165.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_O3BU-ufPsU/TkhgvG3vtwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ya-Fjm3IcAw/s320/165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640864895696090882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1375992532226080218?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1375992532226080218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1375992532226080218' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1375992532226080218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1375992532226080218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation-pt-2.html' title='What I Did On My Summer Vacation, Pt. 2'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk5ezpRtPdk/Tkhg33G4GlI/AAAAAAAAAcU/e1RETsWNdjs/s72-c/117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7158838242277922131</id><published>2011-08-04T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:47:01.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did On My Summer Vacation, Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>Last month I took a family vacation for two weeks in Europe. The trip started in Basel, Switzerland with an afternoon checking out the town, including the town hall and our first church of the trip, the Cathedral of Basel. The next day we headed out on a ride through part of the Alps, including a cog wheel train to a restaurant surrounded by mountains. One town we stopped in had a sign that suspiciously looked like a pug! Arriving back after a full day of touring and eating, a St. Bernard mix was waiting to greet us! What a grand way to end the first full day of a trip than with a good meal, good times with family, and good wine! 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And what makes it even harder is it comes shortly after another grand lady, Molly O'Mally left us.  I never had the honor of meeting either of these two fine ladies, but I do know that reading their blogs brought a smile to my face.  I remember finding Lilo's blog - Tales of the Great Rock Eater.  'What the heck?' I asked myself.  Then I read her story and yep, she ate a rock! On O'Mally's blog I mostly found Hank taking charge, but every so often, O'Mally would wiggle her sweet little face into a post.  Now there will be a few less smiles, a few less sweet faces, an emptiness in the blog world.  But as with the other losses this past year, these sweet girls will not be forgotten.  As a different Lilo once said, Ohana means family; family means nobody gets left behind.....or forgotten.  Lilo and O'Mally were part of the bloggy family, and will not be forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjMrpOWQ92g/TUnDYMaQ53I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Gl-M3VT6KiM/s400/mollysweater1.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waMoFeUqaRM/TbBpVB2qbsI/AAAAAAAABoQ/zkFioN5rMSY/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53267%25253Enu%25253D6365%25253E4%25253B4%25253E239%25253EWSNRCG%25253D32%25253B4%25253C4348832%25253Anu0mrj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waMoFeUqaRM/TbBpVB2qbsI/AAAAAAAABoQ/zkFioN5rMSY/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53267%25253Enu%25253D6365%25253E4%25253B4%25253E239%25253EWSNRCG%25253D32%25253B4%25253C4348832%25253Anu0mrj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-638542437132773987?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/638542437132773987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=638542437132773987' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/638542437132773987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/638542437132773987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/07/nobody-gets-left-behindor-forgotten.html' title='Nobody Gets Left Behind...or Forgotten'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjMrpOWQ92g/TUnDYMaQ53I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Gl-M3VT6KiM/s72-c/mollysweater1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3586367014070918138</id><published>2011-06-11T14:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:16:35.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pug Beach Day, Sorta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning looked foggy and dreary outside, but I knew it was going to be an exciting day.  I was taking the train north about two miles to get to the Montrose Dog Beach to meet two puggies I hadn't met before.  I arrived and spotted Michele and Gerry (Tiffy's mom and dad) and met Jami and Shaun (Apollo's mom and dad) and then I got to meet the puggies! Things were chilly and foggy at the dog beach, but the dogs didn't seem to mind.  And after a few days of really hot temps, days that were definitely not pug-friendly, this cool day seemed perfect for running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVbdu4wDibc/TfPFhMKI8-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/mfrKBqfDUho/s320/008.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617050334251250658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pugs were going in every direction! Tiffy? Apollo? Where are you guys going? Tiffy loved running with the big dogs but would come running to daddy if they scared her a bit.  Apollo stayed closer to the people, not running far from his parents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf7XiGlfPb8/TfPJEFGy8EI/AAAAAAAAAak/CvQDVFopVrA/s320/010.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617054232188481602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apollo finally sat down to rest for a minute, without other dogs running past and sniffing and barking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_EfpN3biLs/TfPFenMJTFI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WB0XTahNlNA/s320/012.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617050289967811666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiffy finally got to cuddle a little with her mom after running off on her own with the big dogs.  Look at that cute little tongue!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while it was time to get out of the wind and the cold and the fog on the beach and get some food! While Apollo had some yummy oatmeal and fruit, Tiffy tried a few sweet potato fries and a piece of banana (though she may have helped Apollo clean his plate, too).  What a great day for the puggies -- off leash running, people to meet and greet, and food! Thanks for letting me tag along and meet two wonderful puggies and their parents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3586367014070918138?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3586367014070918138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3586367014070918138' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3586367014070918138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3586367014070918138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/06/pug-beach-day-sorta.html' title='A Pug Beach Day, Sorta'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVbdu4wDibc/TfPFhMKI8-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/mfrKBqfDUho/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-5357730756369247365</id><published>2011-06-01T11:20:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:36:01.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Weddings and Wizards and Waterfalls</title><content type='html'>At the end of the first week of May, I packed up the car and drove down to Florida for a family wedding. Well, it was actually two weddings -- once in the church, and once outside by the water at a lakeside Inn. The best part about the whole trip was getting together with family -- we all came in from several states and were able to spend some quality time just visiting in between the wedding festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPrqXWO1KcA/TeZwf93B9TI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KPVLW2Di61E/s320/P5130137.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613297680047535410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the Florida trip, the day before I drove back home, I went with my cousin Susan to Universal -- more specifically, to the Harry Potter Experience! We did the Castle ride three times, stopped for a break twice for butter beers, and had lunch at the Three Broomsticks.  Of course we had to stay hydrated -- it was somewhere around 95 degrees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-PVP2YuzzY/TeZrh3AIXMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Wh5o-kY7gp4/s320/360.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613292215008255170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6iYoPLRueU/TeZwOjKc0jI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/VFKk5UnBsAQ/s320/356.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613297380823454258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After three days of being home from the Florida trip, I boarded a plane for Manchester, New Hampshire and went hiking in the White Mountains with a friend.  We saw numerous waterfalls which were running quite nicely thanks to a wet winter and spring.  From Ripley Falls to Arethusa Falls we climbed over roots and rocks, through brush and mud, but managed to see some great sights.  Along the way we saw that elusive New Hampshire moose in the wild and a farm with alpaca.  This spring has been quite busy so far!  What have you been up to?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYeh2CnCpDM/TeZ0wvTbHII/AAAAAAAAAaA/mNUtPzJmtZw/s320/397.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613302366244379778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEK5_7OSzGk/TeZyBmJhSpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YZuWZguaspQ/s320/431.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613299357309815442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHjKWA2diXU/TeZyBFMvcpI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Ycubl0_6ddA/s320/456.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613299348464956050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjDjF_mLe9M/TeZyBQDlqII/AAAAAAAAAZw/DzxSRvEnV9Q/s320/411.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613299351379355778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyVSY9qIw_s/TeZtw6GP3FI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2ttXYEMAmeQ/s320/513.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613294672560512082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gF9oLODtECA/TeZtxPbyVuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6fYvyQSms8E/s320/516.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613294678287996642" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWbP4pxn6UU/TeZyArGrgxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aBLhDaLQWOI/s320/387.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613299341460210450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-5357730756369247365?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5357730756369247365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=5357730756369247365' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5357730756369247365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5357730756369247365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/06/of-weddings-and-wizards-and-waterfalls.html' title='Of Weddings and Wizards and Waterfalls'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPrqXWO1KcA/TeZwf93B9TI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KPVLW2Di61E/s72-c/P5130137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7323255045212425758</id><published>2011-05-02T12:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T12:55:13.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times They Are A-Changin' But Oh the Possibilities!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwrEXYZuYw4/Tb7t4Q0MfcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/AY2xEsYOxuU/s1600/Change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwrEXYZuYw4/Tb7t4Q0MfcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/AY2xEsYOxuU/s320/Change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602176537337822658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went to the bank to make a deposit, and couldn't help overhearing a conversation between an elderly woman and a bank employee.  Apparently the bank has recently started charging for check images on monthly statements and the woman didn't understand how else she could get to see the checks that were paid.  The bank employee, patiently trying to assist her, said her statement showed the check numbers that were paid; but I wouldn't see the front of the check, said the woman. You could always get a free picture of your paid checks through online banking; but I don't have a computer, said the woman.  Change had come, and this woman wasn't able to handle the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was little, I remember adults talking about 'the good ol' days' and about how "things today just aren't the same."  But things never can be the same. Change comes, life goes on; people adapt, even if they don't necessarily consider it progress.  Maybe it's not quite as drastic as the Borg's message of Assimilate or Die, but change eventually has to be accepted, because change is coming whether you want it to or not, and if you don't accept it, it will roll right over you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a family member yesterday, and mentioned the last Harry Potter movie coming out in July.  She said she was sad that the series was ending, that it wasn't going to be the same without a new movie/book.   Wanting to hold on to something from the past isn't unusual, but before the Harry Potter series started, some other comfortable thing was coming to an end; some other comfortable thing made us sad that it was ending or going away or changing into something...else.   And that opened up the way for Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change comes.  Sometimes we have a choice, sometimes not.  What defines us, however, isn't the change itself, but how we respond, how we conduct ourselves, whether we allow change to bowl us over, or allow ourselves to roll along with the change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to post this the other day, the last day of April, since April is National Poetry Month.   But, I guess I'm taking a different road, and saying that everything doesn't have to be done the way it's always been done.  So, as a late acknowledgment, here's a poem about choices, and about not always doing what's always been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt; And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt; And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt; And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt; To where it bent in the undergrowth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt; And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt; Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt; Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt; Had worn them really about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt; In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt; Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt; Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt; I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt; Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--&lt;br /&gt; I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt; And that has made all the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7323255045212425758?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7323255045212425758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7323255045212425758' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7323255045212425758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7323255045212425758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/05/times-they-are-changin-but-oh.html' title='The Times They Are A-Changin&apos; But Oh the Possibilities!'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwrEXYZuYw4/Tb7t4Q0MfcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/AY2xEsYOxuU/s72-c/Change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7366363811493507971</id><published>2011-04-22T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:55:55.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day and Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Aw2sZSMnao/TbH8FbtvpKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/gqAr4Y4s3xU/s1600/Easter%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Aw2sZSMnao/TbH8FbtvpKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/gqAr4Y4s3xU/s320/Easter%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598532982067405986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's spring, at least by the calendar, and by the amount of rain we've been having lately.  It's all part of the cycle of our Mother Earth, isn't it?  April showers bring May flowers they say.  And this year a late Easter falls just after Earth Day, which is today.  It's a time of renewal, Easter is.  Of rebirth.  And just like the renewal of life in spring, we can all renew our commitment to the planet.  There are little things you can do, and big things you can do, but it's important to do something.  Thanks to Angel Stubby we all became more aware of our impact on our world, and with the 'Green Stubby' report, Winston is carrying on that good work.  I've become more aware of all the plastic we use in our everyday life.  You know all that plastic is made from oil, and we all remember the devastating effect oil had just one year ago.  So why are we using all that plastic?  I already use reusable bags when I go to the store (you know the kind, just like Dutch wore on his nose in Puglet's green video last year!), but I've got plastic containers, and plastic wrap, and plastic CD holders, and so many other places where plastic is being used.  My goal is to cut down on the plastic I use, and the plastic I buy (and that includes all that extra packaging that is in nearly everything in stores these days, including that hard plastic wraps to prevent theft that cut your hands when you try to open them), So, what are you doing? What changes are you making?  Earth Day and Easter, a weekend combination of renewal, rebirth and recommitment.  And a time to smile and remember, too, with a picture of Rainy (now Lola) I received yesterday from her mom.  Happy Easter and Happy Earth Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7366363811493507971?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7366363811493507971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7366363811493507971' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7366363811493507971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7366363811493507971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/04/earth-day-and-easter.html' title='Earth Day and Easter'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Aw2sZSMnao/TbH8FbtvpKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/gqAr4Y4s3xU/s72-c/Easter%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-8793547944445729748</id><published>2011-04-15T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:55:18.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birfdays and Hatch Days and New Pugs, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xum3gqqaNro/TajoWEJ8P4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/yAc1Clz6S6o/s1600/Sunflower%2BPug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595978002778046338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xum3gqqaNro/TajoWEJ8P4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/yAc1Clz6S6o/s320/Sunflower%2BPug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've been busy following the antics of Butler Blue II, there's been a lot going on in the bloggy world. Macaroni has joined the Smushie Ranch, little bitty Archie joined Melissa's family and is watched over by Angel Emmitt, Tiffy joined Michele's family and is being guided by Angel Stubby, today is Salinger's fourth Birfday (Dude!), and Gilbert's 10th Hatch Day. And just like spring brings in all that is new, the bloggy world is sprouting, and growing and flowering, bringing new life, new dreams, new hopes with every new day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-8793547944445729748?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8793547944445729748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=8793547944445729748' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8793547944445729748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8793547944445729748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/04/birfdays-and-hatch-days-and-new-pugs-oh.html' title='Birfdays and Hatch Days and New Pugs, Oh My!'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xum3gqqaNro/TajoWEJ8P4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/yAc1Clz6S6o/s72-c/Sunflower%2BPug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2895789972719635949</id><published>2011-04-03T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:28:29.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjAx4AwPicA/TZi7jBtJQ0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XR3TFHbRbbo/s1600/butler%2Bblue%2BII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591425147808072514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjAx4AwPicA/TZi7jBtJQ0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XR3TFHbRbbo/s320/butler%2Bblue%2BII.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some things I want to blog about, but for right now, I have to keep it going. What is "it"? Why it's Butler Basketball! And who's that cute pup? Why that's Blue II, the Butler mascot! Tomorrow night, for the second year in a row (!!) Butler is playing in the NCAA Finals. And for the second year in a row, there has been an exception made and Blue will be allowed courtside to support his team! Go Dawgs! And Go Blue II! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2895789972719635949?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2895789972719635949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2895789972719635949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2895789972719635949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2895789972719635949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-it-going.html' title='Keep It Going'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjAx4AwPicA/TZi7jBtJQ0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XR3TFHbRbbo/s72-c/butler%2Bblue%2BII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2514177644568066777</id><published>2011-03-17T18:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T13:45:42.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now For Something Completely Different!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/98268779.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=77BFBA49EF878921A343B2C87A49D8F523251614485E1E883A2A3A0840B1F1BF5DAE286FAD482B8EE30A760B0D811297"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 594px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/98268779.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=77BFBA49EF878921A343B2C87A49D8F523251614485E1E883A2A3A0840B1F1BF5DAE286FAD482B8EE30A760B0D811297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf3dHEPMK40/SayeXGHXFtI/AAAAAAAABPw/aPYuSsDoJ4s/s320/DSC04544.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.indystar.com/photos/2011/1/7/443614/immersive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 571px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 492px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos.indystar.com/photos/2011/1/7/443614/immersive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf3dHEPMK40/SayeXGHXFtI/AAAAAAAABPw/aPYuSsDoJ4s/s320/DSC04544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf3dHEPMK40/SayeXGHXFtI/AAAAAAAABPw/aPYuSsDoJ4s/s320/DSC04544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a rough start to 2011 so far. The bloggy world has lost two of its very special gentlepugs in Stubby and Emmitt, there's been tragedy in Japan that seems to be continuing, and crazy weather has been affecting so many parts of the country. So, I thought it was time for a different post, a more uplifting post, a positive post! Now how can anyone resist the face of Blue II (yep, that's the pup above). He's the mascot of the Butler Bulldogs, who won their first game vs. Old Dominion 60-58 in the NCAA Tournament. Blue is a fan who dreams big (look at the size of that bone he has!) though he's an underdog. He enjoys life, and yet knows the value of a well timed nap. Like Blue, we can all reach for the stars, dream as big as our imagination can take us, live life to the fullest and funnest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2514177644568066777?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2514177644568066777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2514177644568066777' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2514177644568066777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2514177644568066777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And Now For Something Completely Different!'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf3dHEPMK40/SayeXGHXFtI/AAAAAAAABPw/aPYuSsDoJ4s/s72-c/DSC04544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6494790593954207708</id><published>2011-03-11T19:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:24:13.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Those in Japan in Our Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.ibtimes.com/www/data/images/full/2011/03/12/73584-scenes-of-destruction-in-aftermath-of-japan-earthquake-photos.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestarphoenix.com/4426187.bin?size=620x400"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 470px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.thestarphoenix.com/4426187.bin?size=620x400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gospelconnoisseur.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/japan-earthquake-tsunami-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 465px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://gospelconnoisseur.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/japan-earthquake-tsunami-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://resources2.news.com.au/images/2011/03/12/1226020/139398-japan-earthquake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 527px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://resources2.news.com.au/images/2011/03/12/1226020/139398-japan-earthquake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up to the news of the 8.9 magnitude earthquake in Japan. From the early news stories, it became evident that the damage and loss of life from the earthquake and the tsunami was going to be pretty bad. My first thoughts were of Hawaii, as I've got a friend who lives on Maui. Thankfully, Hawaii and the U.S. mainland suffered only minor damage. But in these next few days, maybe we can remember the people of Japan, who are going through so much, and have lost so much. And maybe we can also remember the words of President Obama: "Today’s events remind us of just how fragile life can be....I’m heartbroken by this tragedy. I think when you see what’s happening in Japan you are reminded that for all our differences in culture or language or religion, that ultimately humanity is one." And whether it is in Japan, Haiti, Christchurch, or tornado alley here in the U.S., we're reminded that tragedy can happen anywhere, to anyone. So maybe you can keep those suffering through this latest disaster in your thoughts just a little bit as you go through your regular weekend routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6494790593954207708?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6494790593954207708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6494790593954207708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6494790593954207708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6494790593954207708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/03/keeping-those-in-japan-in-our-thoughts.html' title='Keeping Those in Japan in Our Thoughts'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-4278578462834889909</id><published>2011-02-26T15:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:33:02.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Emmitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQzKvL6bkSU/TVmTv-tNDNI/AAAAAAAAWlw/NyXAbALo1M8/s400/smemmitt-sweater-hat-1109%2B001%2B%252811%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQzKvL6bkSU/TVmTv-tNDNI/AAAAAAAAWlw/NyXAbALo1M8/s400/smemmitt-sweater-hat-1109%2B001%2B%252811%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another dear friend has crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Emmitt was always such a happy pug and his mom, Melissa was just the same - always upbeat, always bringing a smile to everyone's face. For right now, the world is just a little bit lonelier than it was before now that Emmitt isn't here, but he'll always be in our hearts. And perhaps we can celebrate his life with some mini meatloafs, and for all you pups out there, maybe you can put on the sweater you may have that Emmitt's mom made, and remember a wonderful friend. Run free, Emmitt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-4278578462834889909?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4278578462834889909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=4278578462834889909' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4278578462834889909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4278578462834889909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/02/remembering-emmitt.html' title='Remembering Emmitt'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQzKvL6bkSU/TVmTv-tNDNI/AAAAAAAAWlw/NyXAbALo1M8/s72-c/smemmitt-sweater-hat-1109%2B001%2B%252811%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1917437556312725098</id><published>2011-02-14T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:33:29.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHEO6n7s1_A/TVmfcTepd2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/dudvzlfKJsw/s1600/004%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573661322461673314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHEO6n7s1_A/TVmfcTepd2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/dudvzlfKJsw/s320/004%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a year ago today that I surrendered Rainy, and I still miss her very much. I know in my heart I did the right thing and I know she's very happy with her family -- yeah, including the 'brothers' she likes to chew on, just a little nibble, I'm sure! I know that it wasn't Rainy, that it was me, that I wasn't ready. But I've learned so much from that short time with her that I know I will have a pup, not just now, but soon. After the snowpocalypse, which is mostly gone thanks to a couple days of warmer weather, after a major project that I hope will be done by the end of the month, after two major family trips in July and September, I'm hoping to start looking once again for a forever pup for me. I think my life will have settled down somewhat at that point, and I know I'll take what I've learned from Rainy and what I read from all the other dog blogs and be able to make the commitment to be a good dog mom. So Valentine's Day brings back memories of a day that started with a walk around the block and ended with so many tears, but in this year I have made a new start. So Valentine's Day is like a new beginning, a time to prepare and begin anew, watch that 20+inches of snow melt into puddles, watch the sun staying up in the sky longer and smiling down on us just a little bit stronger. Happy Valentine's Day, my friends, enjoy the possibilities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1917437556312725098?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1917437556312725098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1917437556312725098' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1917437556312725098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1917437556312725098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHEO6n7s1_A/TVmfcTepd2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/dudvzlfKJsw/s72-c/004%2B%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6232585535997245236</id><published>2011-01-08T13:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:07:23.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Sweetest Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TSi_3qs_OpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6s2W3rCvRC8/s1600/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559904703065569938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TSi_3qs_OpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6s2W3rCvRC8/s320/244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Stubby before I met him, Through his blog I could read his soul and knew he was a sweetie and when I met him at the NIPRA Valenpug Party, he was easy to spot - of course he was wearing one of Melissa's trademark sweater vests! I had the opportunity to visit with him a few times after that initial meeting and to say he was a special pug would be an understatement. Stubby went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday, but he will not be forgotten. His sweet soul has touched so many people that his memory will keep him alive in our hearts. He is running free and happy now, smiling as only Stubby can! Enjoy an unlimited supply of Popeye's my furiend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAcnUqjqh9Q/S173rK8AG6I/AAAAAAAAPdI/zkNC8MyNDoY/s400/smstubby-sweater-110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lci5hAqtFVk/THXUdUI8cUI/AAAAAAAADv0/x8uInk1rhEY/s400/Carmel+Smushies+Carrier+at+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TSjDDzmx3BI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s6smwXas22g/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559908210148760594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TSjDDzmx3BI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s6smwXas22g/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lci5hAqtFVk/THXUdUI8cUI/AAAAAAAADv0/x8uInk1rhEY/s400/Carmel+Smushies+Carrier+at+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lci5hAqtFVk/THXUdUI8cUI/AAAAAAAADv0/x8uInk1rhEY/s400/Carmel+Smushies+Carrier+at+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lci5hAqtFVk/THXUdUI8cUI/AAAAAAAADv0/x8uInk1rhEY/s400/Carmel+Smushies+Carrier+at+Beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6232585535997245236?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6232585535997245236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6232585535997245236' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6232585535997245236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6232585535997245236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2011/01/heavens-sweetest-angel.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Sweetest Angel'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TSi_3qs_OpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6s2W3rCvRC8/s72-c/244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3920643618997659231</id><published>2010-12-31T14:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:27:41.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Resolve...</title><content type='html'>Do you make New Years resolutions? I know many people do and many people have given up because they never keep them anyway. I know my resolutions seem to be similar year after year: lose weight, eat healthier, read more, but the very process of making the resolutions is important. It's a little piece of you saying I want to be better, I want to improve myself, I'm not giving up and I will accept even the smallest victory as progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier, they say, to incorporate one thing at a time and make it part of your daily routine. Trying to do too much at one time is a sure-fire way to not keep any of your resolutions. The last seven months, I've incorporated riding my exercise bike into my routine. It helps to have someone exercising along with you and some kind of goal - my exercising partner is in Boston, and yet we ride daily, and we have a goal on our virtual bike trip. We started on June 1st in Bar Harbor, Maine and have finished the year in Buffalo, New York, checking in every Friday with a spreadsheet that tracks our daily miles. The holidays have thrown things out of whack a bit, so it's time to get things back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the end of the year is a good time to do just that. As we look back at the old year, our accomplishments, our failures, our good times and bad, we can tweak ourselves just that little bit to get ourself back on track, to get ourselves on the road we want to be on, to get ourselves situated for the future, to set a plan in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a resolution is just a part of a 12 month plan, part of what we need to do. Are you making a resolution this year? What are you going to work on in the new year? And where do you see yourself in one year's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all, and a heart-felt thank you for letting me come into your lives just a tiny bit, for you have come into mine and I am better because of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3920643618997659231?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3920643618997659231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3920643618997659231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3920643618997659231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3920643618997659231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-resolve.html' title='I Resolve...'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3318122042333589699</id><published>2010-12-05T17:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T17:50:42.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Red and Green with Blue all over?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I awoke to white!  We had gotten a few inches of snow overnight and before the snow lost its luster, I took a picture of it sticking to the trees across the street.  It looked like someone had frosted the trees, an icing courtesy of Mother Nature!  Well, that really put me in a holiday spirit so today I opened the boxes and bags of decorations that I had pulled out and Christmasified my condo!  There was red, there was green, but there was also a suspicious blue that ran throughout many of the decorations!  There is a Christmas angel under my little tree, received from a friend in Spain;  there is a snowflake man from a friend in Oregon; there's a cable car from a friend in San Francisco and Norwegian reindeer from a friend in Britain who spent a summer in Norway.  There's two pillows, one from a cousin in Texas, and one from a phile friend in Pittsburgh.  There are ornaments and trinkets I picked up on Cape Cod, in Germany, and at the Chicago Christmas markets.  There's Snoopy and Woodstock and Garfield and snowmen and lots and lots of Stitches! There are ornaments from Randolph AFB and from Christmas packages throughout the years; there's Hallmark ornaments and a Blackhawk one and a pirate nutcracker. There's a puggie in a stocking ornament and silver reindeer stocking holders. But mostly there's joy at the season, happy memories of years past, anticipation of being with family and the fun and food that brings, there's little treasures for family and friends yet to be wrapped and wishes of tidings of great joy to everyone and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TPwgFnyqY9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jTMEPsFWDoU/s1600/1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547344121966519250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TPwgFnyqY9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jTMEPsFWDoU/s320/1645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TPwgFdokHuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2QX73Y9fNmg/s1600/1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547342510601251842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TPwen0_PrAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/s-bXvGW9Hw4/s320/1668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3318122042333589699?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3318122042333589699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3318122042333589699' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3318122042333589699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3318122042333589699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-red-and-green-with-blue-all-over.html' title='What&apos;s Red and Green with Blue all over?'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TPwgFnyqY9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jTMEPsFWDoU/s72-c/1645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1565181177208423273</id><published>2010-11-25T09:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:37:06.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tallahassee.wbu.com/download/47489?type=.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tallahassee.wbu.com/download/47489?type=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving 2010 - how did it get here so fast? Weren't we just putting away the Christmas decorations? Wasn't it just summer? In the blink of an eye it arrived. Before falling fully into the Christmas frenzy once again and coming up with those New Year resolutions, it's time to look back, to remember, and to give thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for the food I will have on my table today, a warm, dry, safe home, the love of friends and family even though they are far away this holiday. I am thankful for being able to go off and explore this year, in Harper's Ferry, in Acadia, in St. Augustine and appreciate the beauty of nature. I am thankful for a hockey year that was capped off by a Stanley Cup; though winning isn't everything, after so many years of living that line, it's nice to experience the joy of victory. I am thankful to have met several friends this year in person, at a Valenpug party, at a CrystalCon in Pittsburgh, at a date-night dinner in Florida; each new friend touches me, making me a better person, taking a little of me and leaving a little of themselves. I am thankful for the time I had with Rainy and the lessons learned; she will be in my heart forever and because of her one day I will have a forever pup. I am thankful for memories of those no longer here; their spirit lives in memories and carries on in the little things I do each day that I learned from them. I am thankful for the plans we are making for two family trips next year; travel not only provides interesting things to do and learn about different places, it provides life-long memories and quality time with family.  I am thankful for the struggles, some big, some small, throughout this year; they have strengthened me and given me a focus on what is really important. And I am thankful to everyone reading this, for letting me express myself, for welcoming me into your world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1565181177208423273?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1565181177208423273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1565181177208423273' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1565181177208423273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1565181177208423273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7569531949974567630</id><published>2010-11-22T16:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:57:53.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October Trip Pics</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of October, I drove down to Florida to visit with family. Our first order of business was to pack up the camper and drive up to St. Augustine and Anastasia State Park. While in St. Augustine, we went to a Greekfest, visited the lighthouse (the inside of which was the teaser picture the other week!), visited Fort Matanzas, and toured Flagler College which used to be the Ponce de Leon hotel and has Tiffany windows in the cafeteria! We had gone to the more famous fort Castillo de San Marcos on a previous trip so we didn't stop there this time. We also did a Ghosts and Graveyards trolley tour which took us to the lighthouse at night and also into the old town jail. Since St. Augustine is the oldest US city, there's a lot of history and a lot to see there. Plus, it has some really nice beaches! Coming back to Central Florida, we went to Birds of Prey in Maitland. The birds were awesome, though I don't think I'd want them for pets! One of the little owls still has its downy feathers and because of a birth defect will never get its adult feathers and therefore never will be able to survive in the wild.  It's kept in a box to keep it warm because even in Florida there's cool weather that could harm the little owl.  The volunteer there took the time to show us some of the birds close up. After a couple weeks visiting with family, I left, but didn't head straight back home. Where did I go? 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WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542505075087932306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TOrvABZqe5I/AAAAAAAAASY/lBkSGNQ0VmI/s320/153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7569531949974567630?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7569531949974567630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7569531949974567630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7569531949974567630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7569531949974567630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/11/october-trip-pics.html' title='October Trip Pics'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TOrxhz_BavI/AAAAAAAAAUY/piGx0JDiaFg/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1215704087553167044</id><published>2010-11-15T15:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:43:04.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Betty, We Hardly Knew Ye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WYKIoSLW4aI/TAP4GJFGfbI/AAAAAAAABrI/i83R06EKC-g/s400/PC190217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WYKIoSLW4aI/TAP4GJFGfbI/AAAAAAAABrI/i83R06EKC-g/s400/PC190217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world got just a little sadder today as our furiend Betty crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. Betty was the 'farty Frenchie' part of the Smushie Face crowd and has left us way too soon. I will always remember her as a Smushie with attitude who never failed to bring a smile to my face when I read her adventures with the rest of her Smushie family. If you haven't already, go send a hug or two to the rest of the Smushies who are terribly saddened by the loss of dear Betty.  May she rock on with all her friends over the Bridge. It's not goodbye, Betty, it's till we meet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1215704087553167044?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1215704087553167044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1215704087553167044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1215704087553167044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1215704087553167044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-betty-we-hardly-knew-ye.html' title='Oh Betty, We Hardly Knew Ye'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WYKIoSLW4aI/TAP4GJFGfbI/AAAAAAAABrI/i83R06EKC-g/s72-c/PC190217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6867613962460326768</id><published>2010-11-12T16:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:00:28.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TN3HAWnDmfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Dm8nbKYquDI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538801925618899442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TN3HAWnDmfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Dm8nbKYquDI/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6867613962460326768?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6867613962460326768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6867613962460326768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6867613962460326768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6867613962460326768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-teaser.html' title='Just a Teaser'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TN3HAWnDmfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Dm8nbKYquDI/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7288560497261530989</id><published>2010-11-01T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T16:34:36.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other "R"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images0.cpcache.com/product/voting+booth-vote-pug+voter/302858580v3_225x225_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://images0.cpcache.com/product/voting+booth-vote-pug+voter/302858580v3_225x225_Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have pictures to post from Florida, and pictures to post from Virginia, but we interrupt the regular blogging schedule for this public service announcement. Tomorrow is election day. Make your voice heard; It takes an informed electorate to make it all work.  So read up tonight on the candidates and the issues, then get yourself to the polls tomorrow, tell your friends and neighbors to get to the polls.  It's your right, but it's also your responsibility.  Vote!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7288560497261530989?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7288560497261530989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7288560497261530989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7288560497261530989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7288560497261530989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/11/other-r.html' title='The Other &quot;R&quot;'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6248420673585764521</id><published>2010-09-24T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:19:20.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of the Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.calendars.com/img/common/dbsimgrotator/pugs_051210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 778px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.calendars.com/img/common/dbsimgrotator/pugs_051210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, the start of autumn has a different feel to me. It's a season that I like a lot, for the crisp days, for the beauty of nature, for the fresh start September still makes me feel. But this year, the hockey season is approaching in a way it's never felt before. We, the Chicago Blackhawks, won the Stanley Cup last season. I've never started a hockey season after winning it all the previous season. Winning was a time of sheer happiness, a time of arms raised, of championship tee shirts, of everyone smiling just a little bit more. As autumn comes, as the start of the new hockey season begins, things have changed, as I knew they would. The euphoria is gone, due to the salary cap the roster has changed quite a bit, and everyone in the league will be gunning for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, autumn is a time for reflection, a time of looking back but also looking forward. It's also a time to be thankful for what we've got, and what we've had. No matter what happens this season, I will always appreciate the specialness of last season, the magic that allowed everything to fall into place just right at just the right time. And that magic has taught me a lesson: to appreciate all the little things that fall into place just right, to appreciate all the little miracles that happen every day. In our busy lives we sometimes sit back to reflect, we sometimes look toward the future. To be aware, and to be mindful of the world around us is as important as reflections on the past and planning for the future. Do you come to Sunday evening and wonder where the weekend went? Are you so caught up in the struggles of everyday life, whether it be finding the right clothes to wear, getting the kids to all their activities, taking care of several obligations, that your day is over before you realize it, leaving you wishing for more hours in the day? Do you load your fork with the next bite before you've swallowed the last? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This autumn, I am going to work on being more mindful of each day and the special moments of each day. I am going to work on not rushing through each day and wishing for more time, but making time to enjoy and breathe and refresh myself. I am going to work on appreciating the present. It's really the only time we have, the time where we can make a difference or rest a minute or push ourselves forward. The past is left for reflection, the future is not here yet, but the present is right in front of our face and it's a gift. What are you going to do with it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6248420673585764521?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6248420673585764521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6248420673585764521' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6248420673585764521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6248420673585764521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/09/gift-of-present.html' title='The Gift of the Present'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-5345697101202708352</id><published>2010-09-16T14:17:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:53:30.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One if by air, two if by sea, one if by sea, two if by air?.... oh hail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Living in the city and so close to the lake, I try to take advantage of some of the activities the city has to offer.  This past August there were two big events that I went to on the lakefront.  The first was the Air and Water Show.  Now I didn't go down to see the water invasion at North Avenue Beach, but I did go to see some of the aerial acts, including the Blue Angels.  But before the show even began, I got to see some of the practice runs of the Angels from my balcony! (That's the first picture, then the rest are from the show).  Later in August, the city was hosting the Tall Ships off of Navy Pier.  We went down and spent the day on the pier, going aboard the ships and getting a good view of some setting sail.  Late afternoon, we went for a sail of our own on the Tall Ship Windy which is based right here in Chicago.  Both days were beautiful and provided a great show and a great look at the city.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJ4taTd-eI/AAAAAAAAASE/yah4BlxF86w/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517605215032703458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJ4taTd-eI/AAAAAAAAASE/yah4BlxF86w/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJ4s5vACHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DxXr3mRFrN8/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517594230658435890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJuuCUkCzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dRycOyQHvjI/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517594225564694834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutOqhaNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TyylqG0W8_E/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517594216791894226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutOqhaNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TyylqG0W8_E/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJ0rtXEKLI/AAAAAAAAARU/qhFElkrh2HE/s1600/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517600787741812914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJ0rtXEKLI/AAAAAAAAARU/qhFElkrh2HE/s320/118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJzKlXrdkI/AAAAAAAAARM/nzFtLLCB0yU/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517599119149594178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJzKlXrdkI/AAAAAAAAARM/nzFtLLCB0yU/s320/110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJzIl5juAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2WZODz_barE/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517599084931954690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJzIl5juAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2WZODz_barE/s320/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJzJJxJQUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EtPRkaL6gLg/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517599094560342338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJzJJxJQUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EtPRkaL6gLg/s320/108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJzJjPxWOI/AAAAAAAAARE/3v18wqvui_Q/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517599101399685346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJzJjPxWOI/AAAAAAAAARE/3v18wqvui_Q/s320/109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJutvWHuTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rvN2f9el37U/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TJJyKro1vZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/jRleg3qN1ZU/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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I found a recipe from my cousin that she would make for company.  Now I'm not sure how healthy everything else in it is, but this sure is a tasty option for football season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Bean Dip&lt;br /&gt;1 can black beans&lt;br /&gt;1 can refried beans&lt;br /&gt;1 can of diced tomatoes (just plain- no spices)&lt;br /&gt;Sour Cream (I don't measure, just kind of dump some in, do it to taste)&lt;br /&gt;1 small can of sliced black olives&lt;br /&gt;Some 4 cheese Mexican cheese&lt;br /&gt;Put a layer of the shredded cheese on top- heat it up until melted- then  stir that cheese in, then put another layer of shredded cheese on top and heat until melted again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1767605394836327304?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1767605394836327304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1767605394836327304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1767605394836327304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1767605394836327304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/09/snackday.html' title='SnackDay'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6256828302908175054</id><published>2010-09-11T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:09:11.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please take a moment today to remember the events of September 11, 2001.  Remember the nearly 3,000 people lost that day, remember the 3,000+ children who lost a parent that day, remember all the babies who would be born in the months after who never knew their father. Remember the 343 New York firefighters and paramedics killed when the towers fell, remember that people from 115 different countries died in the attacks, remember the courage of those aboard United 93 as they fought back, remember the hospitality of tiny Gander, Newfoundland, a town of 10,000 that suddenly had nearly 7,000 guests as a result of diverted planes.  It was indeed the worst of times, but it was also the best of times in displaying unity, goodwill and dignity in our response. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.case.edu/james.chang/2007/09/11/9-11_firemans_flag_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blog.case.edu/james.chang/2007/09/11/9-11_firemans_flag_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6256828302908175054?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6256828302908175054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6256828302908175054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6256828302908175054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6256828302908175054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-will-never-forget.html' title='We Will Never Forget'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3450313143482912905</id><published>2010-08-11T15:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:54:42.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crane Visit</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I was in Wisconsin once again trying to hike, but the threatening weather kept us from venturing out into the wilderness too far. So instead, we went to Baraboo to visit the International Crane Foundation. They have cranes that they hope to reintroduce to the wild, but people don't really get to see them so the cranes don't imprint on people. But they have pairs of a variety of cranes that we got to se&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TGML2sWxSFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Q5OrByJJfVs/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504256203824384082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TGML2sWxSFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Q5OrByJJfVs/s320/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e, and visitor birds, too. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TGML3omfvmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HbQP0Z4m1Jw/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504256219996470882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TGML3omfvmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HbQP0Z4m1Jw/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TGML2blzfHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rhDDTuik9mU/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504256199324040306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TGML2blzfHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rhDDTuik9mU/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TGML17jxFzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lS7DXfZrTdQ/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504256190725560114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TGML17jxFzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lS7DXfZrTdQ/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3450313143482912905?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3450313143482912905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3450313143482912905' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3450313143482912905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3450313143482912905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/08/crane-visit.html' title='A Crane Visit'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TGML2sWxSFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Q5OrByJJfVs/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6966915507207961797</id><published>2010-08-09T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:31:35.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shout Out to Py</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pT64OdMrH00/TFmNf1MnfDI/AAAAAAAADes/6PcqkibNHN4/s320/Py+close-up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pT64OdMrH00/TFmNf1MnfDI/AAAAAAAADes/6PcqkibNHN4/s320/Py+close-up.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to give a little shout out to Pyrite the Puggie and her bloggie &lt;a href="http://pyritethepug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pyritethepug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Py is a cutie and her daddy is coming back from Mongolia in three more sleeps!  So if you get a chance, go on over and say hi to Py!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6966915507207961797?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6966915507207961797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6966915507207961797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6966915507207961797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6966915507207961797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/08/shout-out-to-py.html' title='A Shout Out to Py'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pT64OdMrH00/TFmNf1MnfDI/AAAAAAAADes/6PcqkibNHN4/s72-c/Py+close-up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3921325864206084517</id><published>2010-07-19T14:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:26:06.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit with the Pugs (and their Peeps, too)</title><content type='html'>Last week Tuesday, I had an appointment for a very special visit. I got in my blue beastie and headed north (and a little bit west) into the next county -- to Stubby's house! Stubby was having a special visitor coming over and was all excited. I was excited because I was going to meet the special visitor, too! After greeting Stubby and making sure he didn't overdo things with his elbows and angry disc, a car pulled in the driveway and the visitor walked in the door. It was Salinger and his mom all the way from Indy! Stubby's dad made a Popeye's run and soon we had a yummy lunch! OMD did the puggies love the Popeye's! Even though Stubby was having a slow time walking due to his angry disc, he knew there was Popeye's in the house and made sure he hung around the table. And Salinger who never had Popeye's before quickly decided it was pretty good stuff! We even had these awesome chocolate cupcakes (for the peeps not the pugs) from Salinger's mom! OMD, can you say chocolate co&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TESqp9czBxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UOl9DEjULVM/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before long, Salinger and his mom had to leave to make their next appointment which was with those Elgin puggies! The Salinger World Tour continued! 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495705069120255906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TESqpJM596I/AAAAAAAAAMo/p9luJ6FOc3M/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TESqpJM596I/AAAAAAAAAMo/p9luJ6FOc3M/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3921325864206084517?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3921325864206084517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3921325864206084517' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3921325864206084517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3921325864206084517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/07/visit-with-pugs-and-their-peeps-too.html' title='A Visit with the Pugs (and their Peeps, too)'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TESzVXwfRAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sck5DevM9TY/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1147348280328707192</id><published>2010-06-20T18:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:09:12.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TB6e8uR_93I/AAAAAAAAAMY/dEU6woikero/s1600/100_2487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484996162236708722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TB6e8uR_93I/AAAAAAAAAMY/dEU6woikero/s320/100_2487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TB6e776kNtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DVTcmJz4Tdg/s1600/100_2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, just when I had decided that I wouldn't try to contact Rainy's new family anymore since it has indeed been a while since she's been with them, I received an email from her mom with some pictures. And while I still miss her so and know that it was *me* and not her that wasn't ready for this, I know she's happy with her brothers and having other puggies around I think has made all the difference for her. I know that I'll be looking for another dog probably in the early spring next year (or maybe a bit before even) and I know I'll be more ready then. But Rainy will always be in &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TB6e776kNtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DVTcmJz4Tdg/s1600/100_2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484996148716648146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TB6e776kNtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DVTcmJz4Tdg/s320/100_2484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my heart. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TB6e9ArRpnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EBf6R6K270c/s1600/100_2494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484996167174563442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TB6e9ArRpnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EBf6R6K270c/s320/100_2494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1147348280328707192?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1147348280328707192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1147348280328707192' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1147348280328707192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1147348280328707192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainy-update.html' title='A Rainy Update'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TB6e8uR_93I/AAAAAAAAAMY/dEU6woikero/s72-c/100_2487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2261131107366011748</id><published>2010-06-17T11:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:54:57.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Acadia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpT7Cd4zLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_7rmhwvJy8g/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787770016615602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpT7Cd4zLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_7rmhwvJy8g/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started a long weekend trip to Bar Harbor, Maine by going to Acadia National Park. We climbed Cadillac Mountain overlooking the Porcupine Islands, finding the geodetic marker at the top, climbed the Bubbles and went out to Bubble Rock, went to Schoodic Point to watch waves crash on a shore that is rocky and craggly and everything you think of when you think of a Maine coast, took a boat ride out to the Cranberry Islands and saw seals and an ospry (in addition to the many gulls who followed us around) and ended our last day there with a sunset on top of Cadillac Mountain, where we met a puggle named Stella. I think she was enjoying the people more than the sunset. In addition to days of hiking there were evenings of enjoying the wonderful seafood of Maine. Lobster stew the first night at the Bar Harbor Inn was the absolute best ever!! I even tried (on a dare from my friend) lobster ice cream which was being served at a local ice cream parlor, Ben and Bill's, in town. We even got to watch the conference championship clinching game (Blackhawks vs. Sharks) in a restaurant in town the day before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTypDdK7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/GRIg97lQbNU/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787625755913138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTypDdK7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/GRIg97lQbNU/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTydcPa1I/AAAAAAAAALw/CYasIdgEA7o/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787622638644050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTydcPa1I/AAAAAAAAALw/CYasIdgEA7o/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTx3XR2-I/AAAAAAAAALo/jddQtYd4PEE/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787612417285090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTx3XR2-I/AAAAAAAAALo/jddQtYd4PEE/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTxQPFLdI/AAAAAAAAALg/W-_RQhbN2rI/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787601913916882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTxQPFLdI/AAAAAAAAALg/W-_RQhbN2rI/s320/098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTw2GWV9I/AAAAAAAAALY/E7rpssMrAsE/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787594897971154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpTw2GWV9I/AAAAAAAAALY/E7rpssMrAsE/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpSWMR9LTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/S-2R1J3c-kQ/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483786037484137778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpSWMR9LTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/S-2R1J3c-kQ/s320/109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpSV0wTtsI/AAAAAAAAALI/mbst02gqLEk/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483786031168992962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpSV0wTtsI/AAAAAAAAALI/mbst02gqLEk/s320/130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpSVT1OIWI/AAAAAAAAALA/MJ3Cxab-fB0/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483786022331228514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpSVT1OIWI/AAAAAAAAALA/MJ3Cxab-fB0/s320/145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpSU5yn1pI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bZgVz1ZOCtM/s1600/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483786015341008530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpSU5yn1pI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bZgVz1ZOCtM/s320/156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpRLQK2ByI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BrRlpaMfJEI/s1600/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483784750037862178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpRLQK2ByI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BrRlpaMfJEI/s320/174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpRK2gtrRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HWp76dnoDYo/s1600/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483783668887842082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpQMUkl7SI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rAti0U69cDs/s320/193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpQL4e9_WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nauW3T6cKWk/s1600/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483783661348060514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpQL4e9_WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nauW3T6cKWk/s320/200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpQLi4t-vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ji88cku3sJc/s1600/215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483783655550483186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpQLi4t-vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ji88cku3sJc/s320/215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpQLW8089I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mIdRENQzFrk/s1600/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483783652346491858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpQLW8089I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mIdRENQzFrk/s320/216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpQK-jthhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ALxuwbSJ_fY/s1600/218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483783645798696466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpQK-jthhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ALxuwbSJ_fY/s320/218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2261131107366011748?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2261131107366011748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2261131107366011748' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2261131107366011748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2261131107366011748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-to-acadia.html' title='A Trip to Acadia'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/TBpT7Cd4zLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_7rmhwvJy8g/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7575531496037249125</id><published>2010-06-09T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:24:12.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Blackhawks are Champions!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://brightstarimages.net/osc/images/Chicago_Blackhawks_Logo_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 324px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://brightstarimages.net/osc/images/Chicago_Blackhawks_Logo_jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://brightstarimages.net/osc/images/Chicago_Blackhawks_Logo_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a season that began in Finland back in October, the Chicago Blackhawks capped off a great season by defeating the Philadelphia Flyers in game 6 of the Stanley Cup finals to win the Cup for the first time since 1961! Just a short 4 years ago the Hawks didn't even make the playoffs. Three years ago, when they had Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews playing their first seasons, they missed the playoffs on the last day of the regular season. And now, they are the champions! What a night! There are helicopters hanging over the lakefront and happy people shouting on the street -- there will be no sleep tonight in Chi-town, just a night of happy celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I promise I'll get my Acadia pictures loaded and do a proper post soon!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7575531496037249125?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7575531496037249125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7575531496037249125' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7575531496037249125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7575531496037249125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/06/chicago-blackhawks-are-champions.html' title='Chicago Blackhawks are Champions!!'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-4611375588327740284</id><published>2010-05-19T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:25:38.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Were Thankful and Now We Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S_RJMvuX_BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/viLp39dWgCM/s1600/Anakin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473079930480229394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S_RJMvuX_BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/viLp39dWgCM/s320/Anakin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 30 days of The Gratitude Project, finding so many things to be grateful and thankful for, now we need to ask for help -- help for our little buddy Anakin. He was rushed back to surgery today -- and it's his birfday! Sheesh! If you've got any good thoughts or prayers to spare, please keep Anakin and his mom Katy and his dad Rob in mind. And stop by and send some good vibes their way &lt;a href="http://thoseelginpugs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thoseelginpugs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-4611375588327740284?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4611375588327740284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=4611375588327740284' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4611375588327740284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4611375588327740284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-were-thankful-and-now-we-need.html' title='We Were Thankful and Now We Need'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S_RJMvuX_BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/viLp39dWgCM/s72-c/Anakin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-4259876224852147515</id><published>2010-05-16T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:23:08.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 30</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Thirty: 1. Puppy breath. 2. the small things in life like flowers and sidewalk games and watching butterflies and the smell of freshly mowed grass and dew in the morning that we don't always notice in our busy lives but would miss if they were gone. 3. that humans still have the capacity to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so goes the final day -- for now! -- of the Gratitude Project. Thank you for coming along on this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-4259876224852147515?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4259876224852147515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=4259876224852147515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4259876224852147515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4259876224852147515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-30.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 30'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-5588328483331696205</id><published>2010-05-15T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:35:05.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt this Gratitude Project for this Special Announcement...</title><content type='html'>So I was watching the Food Network, and a commercial came on.  And what did I pay attention to? Oh, just the cute teeny tiny puggie in the commercial!  Just before it ended I caught what the commercial was for -- so I could look it up!  Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM1hQHAzG20"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM1hQHAzG20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-5588328483331696205?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5588328483331696205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=5588328483331696205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5588328483331696205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5588328483331696205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-interrupt-this-gratitude-project-for.html' title='We interrupt this Gratitude Project for this Special Announcement...'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1129042476198799881</id><published>2010-05-15T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:54:38.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 29</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty-nine: 1. All the dog blogs I read every day. 2. pinot noir. 3. long distance friendships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1129042476198799881?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1129042476198799881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1129042476198799881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1129042476198799881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1129042476198799881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-29.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 29'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-8947768338442872645</id><published>2010-05-14T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:14:01.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 28</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty-eight: 1. For rain that turns the world green. 2. mountain's majesty. 3. freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-8947768338442872645?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8947768338442872645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=8947768338442872645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8947768338442872645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8947768338442872645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-28.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 28'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-8486057032918911283</id><published>2010-05-13T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:40:28.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 27</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty-seven: 1. Emergency vets. 2. roasted red peppers. 3. family recipes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-8486057032918911283?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8486057032918911283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=8486057032918911283' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8486057032918911283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8486057032918911283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-27.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 27'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6058642053054829793</id><published>2010-05-12T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:04:47.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 26</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty-six: 1. Comfy furniture. 2. Good friends. 3. Southwest Airlines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6058642053054829793?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6058642053054829793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6058642053054829793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6058642053054829793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6058642053054829793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-26.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 26'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6750543383188693876</id><published>2010-05-11T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:05:03.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 25</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty-five: 1. Goals in life. 2. Opportunities. 3. Perseverance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6750543383188693876?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6750543383188693876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6750543383188693876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6750543383188693876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6750543383188693876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-25.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 25'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-827783883563386625</id><published>2010-05-10T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:46:50.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 24</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty-four: 1. Birthdays. 2. That there are people who rescue pups and kitties and all sorts of critters in need. 3.  Sea animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-827783883563386625?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/827783883563386625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=827783883563386625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/827783883563386625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/827783883563386625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-24.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 24'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-5245723220284804278</id><published>2010-05-09T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:13:30.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 23</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty-three: 1. Mothers. 2. Random acts of kindness. 3. Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-5245723220284804278?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5245723220284804278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=5245723220284804278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5245723220284804278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5245723220284804278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-23.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 23'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-338298246049659847</id><published>2010-05-08T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:17:19.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 22</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty-two: 1. weekends. 2.  Jamba Juice. 3. That we have all four seasons this year (instead of going right from winter to summer).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-338298246049659847?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/338298246049659847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=338298246049659847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/338298246049659847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/338298246049659847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-22.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 22'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6967840908948234985</id><published>2010-05-07T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:06:59.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 21</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty-One: 1. text messaging. 2. Ikea. 3. happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6967840908948234985?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6967840908948234985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6967840908948234985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6967840908948234985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6967840908948234985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-21.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 21'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1770998630035733392</id><published>2010-05-06T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:08:00.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 20</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twenty: 1. New jeans that fit. 2. Best friends. 3. The X-Files.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1770998630035733392?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1770998630035733392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1770998630035733392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1770998630035733392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1770998630035733392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-20.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 20'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3817916311910739057</id><published>2010-05-05T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:38:48.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 19</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Nineteen: 1. Thumbs. 2. The moon. 3. That with only a couple flights left now, I got to see a shuttle launch over Cocoa Beach last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3817916311910739057?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3817916311910739057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3817916311910739057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3817916311910739057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3817916311910739057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-19.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 19'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-4142196402309820353</id><published>2010-05-04T18:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:59:34.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 18</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Eighteen: 1. A yummy chocolate malt. 2. the internet. 3. That I have an exercise bike to help me get in shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the 4th be with you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-4142196402309820353?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4142196402309820353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=4142196402309820353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4142196402309820353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4142196402309820353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-18.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 18'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-4129417832366755705</id><published>2010-05-03T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:03:56.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 17</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Seventeen: 1. A cool breeze on a warm evening. 2. All the veterans and current service people who have and are giving up so much so the rest of us can be free. 3. French toast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-4129417832366755705?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4129417832366755705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=4129417832366755705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4129417832366755705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4129417832366755705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-17.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 17'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-8877580890621809989</id><published>2010-05-02T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:15:32.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 16</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Sixteen: 1. That for now Eyjafjallajokull has stopped spewing ash enough to let planes fly (family is traveling to Germany this week). 2. That Mt. Etna didn't erupt when I was on it. 3. A long lingering dinner with friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-8877580890621809989?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8877580890621809989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=8877580890621809989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8877580890621809989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8877580890621809989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-16.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 16'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2074259626940581611</id><published>2010-05-01T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:07:12.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the Gratitude Project Day 15</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Fifteen: 1. Relaxing. 2. Having plenty of food available. 3. Clean water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2074259626940581611?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2074259626940581611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2074259626940581611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2074259626940581611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2074259626940581611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude-project-day-15.html' title='the Gratitude Project Day 15'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-4393294242136893735</id><published>2010-04-30T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:26:30.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 14</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Fourteen: 1. fanfic 2. 529,600 minutes spent in chat with some amazing people. 3. The adventure stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-4393294242136893735?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4393294242136893735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=4393294242136893735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4393294242136893735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4393294242136893735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-14.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 14'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3099721820857418772</id><published>2010-04-29T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:16:15.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 13</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Thirteen: 1. A nice glass of wine. 2. ice cream. 3. the time I had with Rainy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3099721820857418772?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3099721820857418772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3099721820857418772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3099721820857418772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3099721820857418772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-13.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 13'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-5613952155938219777</id><published>2010-04-28T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:44:06.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 12</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Twelve: 1. HGTV 2. The Food Network 3. hockey playoffs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-5613952155938219777?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5613952155938219777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=5613952155938219777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5613952155938219777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5613952155938219777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-12.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 12'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3749317014841001198</id><published>2010-04-27T20:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:28:07.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 11</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Eleven: 1. Fresh strawberries. 2. Family pictures. 3. My local grocery store which rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3749317014841001198?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3749317014841001198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3749317014841001198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3749317014841001198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3749317014841001198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-11.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 11'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-8891825482504976065</id><published>2010-04-26T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:02:00.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 10</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Ten: 1. That the gas stations here are not quite as high as the $3.45/gallon in Hawaii; 2. That I'm going to get to do some hiking in Acadia National Park next month. 3. coupons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-8891825482504976065?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8891825482504976065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=8891825482504976065' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8891825482504976065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8891825482504976065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-10.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 10'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2851153182851491320</id><published>2010-04-25T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:44:04.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 9</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Nine: 1.  Travel. 2. Quiet time. 3. Learning to be okay with dust bunnies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2851153182851491320?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2851153182851491320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2851153182851491320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2851153182851491320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2851153182851491320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-9.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 9'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2713992252010473054</id><published>2010-04-24T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:02:22.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 8</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day eight: 1. A successful outcome to overtime; 2. Milk on sale; 3. Rain to clean and freshen and help the flowers grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2713992252010473054?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2713992252010473054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2713992252010473054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2713992252010473054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2713992252010473054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-8.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 8'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-5960440434257639217</id><published>2010-04-23T19:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:11:12.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 7</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: 1. Having a good lunch with a good friend.  2. The pug head tilt (especially when mentioning food). 3.  The plays of William Shakespeare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-5960440434257639217?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5960440434257639217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=5960440434257639217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5960440434257639217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5960440434257639217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-7.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 7'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-705681326592281578</id><published>2010-04-22T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:53:46.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 6</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Six: 1. The city of Chicago's blue recycle bins and green rooftops; 2. Puglet's "Green Pug Recycles" video; 3. The view of Earthrise over the moon taken on the Apollo 8 mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Earth Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-705681326592281578?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/705681326592281578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=705681326592281578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/705681326592281578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/705681326592281578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-6.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 6'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-4935846042982136949</id><published>2010-04-21T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:33:08.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 5</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: 1. root beer floats. 2. warm clothes fresh from the dryer. 3. my blue Rav4 beastie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-4935846042982136949?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4935846042982136949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=4935846042982136949' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4935846042982136949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4935846042982136949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-5.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 5'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3450020421477583308</id><published>2010-04-20T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:50:17.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 4</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: 1. Dark chocolate; 2. being able to walk to the lake; 3. my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3450020421477583308?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3450020421477583308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3450020421477583308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3450020421477583308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3450020421477583308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-4.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 4'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1752043268327617034</id><published>2010-04-19T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:33:41.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 3</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: 1. being able to listen to the birds singing outside, even in the big city. 2. The buds-turning-into-tiny-leaves on the trees across the street. 3. Seeing a cute little white fluff-ball-wanna-be (would-be-if-it-hadn't-been-sheered) walking today and getting startled just a little bit by the overhead El train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1752043268327617034?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1752043268327617034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1752043268327617034' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1752043268327617034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1752043268327617034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-3.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 3'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-8586880877156083689</id><published>2010-04-18T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:12:08.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gratitude Project Day 2</title><content type='html'>For the Gratitude Project, I'm posting three things I'm truly grateful for, no matter how silly or small every day for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two:  1. A great neighborhood in which to walk; 2. yummy salmon; 3. my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps today, for a special reason, I will add another: whipped cream.  Here's to you, Penny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-8586880877156083689?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8586880877156083689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=8586880877156083689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8586880877156083689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8586880877156083689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project-day-2.html' title='The Gratitude Project Day 2'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-163836798132563461</id><published>2010-04-17T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:57:20.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Project</title><content type='html'>When I checked in this afternoon and looked at the sidebar of the recent blog posts, I knew that something had happened that had reverberated throughout the dog blogs.  Dear Penny had gone to the Rainbow Bridge.  And while I had never met Penny and had not followed her blog for too long, I always associated her with her beloved whipped cream.  Even at a very sad time, the thought of Penny and her whipped creamed face made me smile.  And just in case I was feeling too sad, my friend Mary Anne Kirwan had posted a status update at Facebook that spoke to me.  It's the Gratitude Project.  I had heard of it quite a while ago, but her reminder had me quickly Googling it.  And here's what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In January 2009 we set out on a creative adventure, vowing to look for and record the everyday blessing in our lives. We were hopeful that the experts would be right..that focusing on the good things that surround us would make us happier, reduce our level of stress, and allow us to cope better when difficulties arose. Those of us who participated found those benefits and many more we didn't expect. We learned about one another, and more importantly, we learned about ourselves. And in the process, we made great friends and created an album of our blessings we are sure to treasure for years to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not in this very sad time among the dog blogs remember our blessings, remember the good things in life, remember that even though there is sadness, there is also joy.  I decided to follow the lead of my friend Kir and for 30 days list three things for which I am grateful.  Won't you join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One: 1. A beautiful blue sky sunshine day. 2. Great online friends and getting to meet some in person. 3. My soft comfy blue microfiber down alternative blankie on the couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-163836798132563461?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/163836798132563461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=163836798132563461' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/163836798132563461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/163836798132563461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude-project.html' title='Gratitude Project'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7559917052758066836</id><published>2010-04-06T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:53:27.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Dogs Are Affected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7vJMc11shI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QTIn1TEc_6M/s1600/deforestation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457176589227110930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7vJMc11shI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QTIn1TEc_6M/s320/deforestation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even animals are affected by the way we humans are treating the environment!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7559917052758066836?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7559917052758066836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7559917052758066836' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7559917052758066836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7559917052758066836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-dogs-are-affected.html' title='How Dogs Are Affected'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7vJMc11shI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QTIn1TEc_6M/s72-c/deforestation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7387928503072903875</id><published>2010-03-31T13:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:30:45.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Words Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7OR7IZ0m-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3oeGx9-H8VA/s1600/257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454864018729901026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7OR7IZ0m-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3oeGx9-H8VA/s320/257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7OR7IZ0m-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3oeGx9-H8VA/s1600/257.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, weekend before last I drove and drove and drove (ok, it wasn't that long but it sure seemed like it at times) and ended up in Hagerstown, MD where I met a couple of friends from the Boston area. We went hiking in Harpers Ferry, WV. It's where the Shenandoah River meets up with the Potomac on its way to Washington, DC. 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7OR9MFgdLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_nvC2y1tfjk/s1600/331.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7OR9MFgdLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_nvC2y1tfjk/s1600/331.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7OR9MFgdLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_nvC2y1tfjk/s1600/331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454864054078174386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7OR9MFgdLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_nvC2y1tfjk/s320/331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7387928503072903875?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7387928503072903875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7387928503072903875' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7387928503072903875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7387928503072903875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/03/few-words-wednesday.html' title='A Few Words Wednesday'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S7OR7IZ0m-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3oeGx9-H8VA/s72-c/257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2363318317797715758</id><published>2010-03-25T14:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:49:08.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S6u4dwm3d8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zfIwiRaT91I/s1600/252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452654595265755074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S6u4dwm3d8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zfIwiRaT91I/s320/252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the weather has been so nice lately (and of course today is cold and blustery!), I've been going for walks in the neighborhood. On these walks I've met some pups who were also enjoying some exercise. Some were large, some were small, and some hadn't grown into their paws yet! The city is once again coming to life with people and pups everywhere. And you don't find dogs just at the city parks -- no, they're walking down busy streets, they're trotting past restaurants &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S6u2InX2BZI/AAAAAAAAAII/kp4u_6ieGn0/s1600/250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452652032986318226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S6u2InX2BZI/AAAAAAAAAII/kp4u_6ieGn0/s320/250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and bars and trying to enter (but being persuaded that they're not old enough to enter all establishments); they're sitting on balconies and enjoying the sun or playing in front yards and in the case of one little Yorkie I met recently, slipping between the iron gate bars and running down the sidewalk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you getting exercise this spring? Are you walking or running or playing? There are so many new possibilities every spring and so many new adventures to find that you just need to get out and get moving to be a part of it all. I hope all pups and peeps are getting out and enjoying this very special time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2363318317797715758?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2363318317797715758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2363318317797715758' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2363318317797715758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2363318317797715758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-days.html' title='Spring Days'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S6u4dwm3d8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zfIwiRaT91I/s72-c/252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-177424468262225206</id><published>2010-03-10T11:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:38:21.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S5fbtFyZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NAWkp3qn5lc/s1600-h/Rainy+in+new+home+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447063842022095682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S5fbtFyZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NAWkp3qn5lc/s320/Rainy+in+new+home+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S5fbskC6IaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ta2nMBF83NU/s1600-h/Rainy+in+new+home+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447063832964506018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S5fbskC6IaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ta2nMBF83NU/s320/Rainy+in+new+home+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-177424468262225206?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/177424468262225206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=177424468262225206' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/177424468262225206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/177424468262225206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wednesday-rainy-now-is-lola.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S5fbtFyZ-0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NAWkp3qn5lc/s72-c/Rainy+in+new+home+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-139137377006171948</id><published>2010-03-06T11:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:46:44.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am a Part of All That I Have Met</title><content type='html'>Spring and rebirth are in the air.  The sun is warmer and starting next week the days will seem longer as we "spring forward" to daylight savings time.  The Canadian geese are out and about in fine form -- including the one that stopped traffic on the ramp to Lake Shore Drive by just meandering across and hopping up on the guard rail.  And baseball is back -- I caught part of the first spring training Cub game on the radio and today they are televised!  It is a time to clean out the cobwebs and get a fresh start on life.  But as we desire that fresh start and want to start anew, there are threads interwoven in our very fabric that will always be there from the past, for everyone we've met, everyone we've encountered in our lives has left a mark on us, left a little piece that we carry with us always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend -- and, yes, I still say that in the present tense -- that I haven't talked to for nearly five years.  She was an internet friend first, one that was in the chat room with us on Sept. 11th, one that I exchanged cards and packages with, one that I'd stay up late chatting with.  She ceased being just an internet friend when she came to visit in 2004 and then again in 2005.  We laughed and talked and hugged, not just virtually, but in real life.  She went back to England and vanished one day.  I understood her reasoning to a certain extent, but she did not know that the virtual life she was trying to leave was not what we now had.  Our friendship wasn't virtual anymore, it was real.  I sent emails, I sent notes, but there was no response.  So why do I still consider her a friend?  Because I understand her, even her leaving, and I know there is a part of me that will always carry a little bit of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring cleaning is in full force in my home, organizing, decluttering, dedusting (I never really understood the term 'dusting' -- why would I want more dust around?), but there are parts that will stay the same, parts of the past that are now a vital part of me and I can't rid myself of those pieces anymore than I can rid myself of my heart.  My friend, and the other internet friends I've met in real life, have woven their way into me, as has Rainy.  Though we may all never meet again at least in this world, they will always be a part of me.  For as Tennyson's poem &lt;em&gt;Ulysses&lt;/em&gt; says, I am a part of all that I have met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-139137377006171948?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/139137377006171948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=139137377006171948' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/139137377006171948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/139137377006171948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-part-of-all-that-i-have-met.html' title='I Am a Part of All That I Have Met'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3785962161892356139</id><published>2010-02-25T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:35:05.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Start</title><content type='html'>The calendar says it's February 25th, but my heart says it's spring!  The last few weeks have been emotional, and trying, and difficult, but now I feel renewed in my heart, knowing I did the right thing for Rainy even though I still miss her so.  I received a few pictures from her new family and she's now sleeping on the big bed with her brothers, and sleeping in Dad's lap, so I know she is happy and has someone special taking care of her.  I will try again when I'm ready, when the situation is better and I've thought it through a lot more.  But for now, I'm restarting my  life out of the doldrums because spring is in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's still snow on the ground (and another nor'easter threatening the east coast), and yes we are all watching the &lt;em&gt;Winter &lt;/em&gt;Olympics, but spring is really coming.  The other week, pitchers and catchers reported for spring training; now the entire squads are there, preparing for a spring and summer filled with cheers and hits and great catches and perhaps no-hitters.  Spring always leads me to want to declutter and organize and freshen my home, and this year's no different.  So I've started spring cleaning, I'm trying to get some of the clutter out of my life.  I'm planning on trying new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is in the air and soon the birds and the flowers and the sunshine will tell us so in ways everyone can hear.  But in these last waning days of meteorological winter, can you hear spring calling?  What is it telling you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3785962161892356139?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3785962161892356139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3785962161892356139' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3785962161892356139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3785962161892356139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/brand-new-start.html' title='A Brand New Start'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1221955339145790424</id><published>2010-02-15T19:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:30:55.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Took a Piece of Me With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3oCDP4r7fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/96G5H4eNqw8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438661754830450162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3oCDP4r7fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/96G5H4eNqw8/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I posted about the conflicted feelings I was having about having Rainy here. After much thought and prayer, I decided to surrender her back. She was a sweet and adorable puggie, but she was too much for me to handle and just wasn't a good match. We went to the NIPRA Valenpug party, and met Stubby and Gen and Foo, and Rainy had a fantastic time running around with all the other puggies (and a few non-puggies) and crawling on anyone who happened to be on the ground. As it turns out, yesterday she found what may be the perfect home for herself. There was a couple who had two boy puggies and had planned to adopt a little girl pug. They had the home visit and everything was set, but the foster decided to keep the little girl. They saw Rainy and decided she was just the little girl to take home. They even had a Valentine picture taken with all three dogs. Seeing how much Rainy loved to run and play with the other pugs, how very much she was enjoying herself, I knew a multi-pug household would be good for her. It was a very difficult decision and there is most definitely a piece of my heart that went with her, but in the end, I know I made the right decision...for me, and for her. I will always treasure the two weeks she spent with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive home was difficult. Though I knew it was the right thing, I was hurting. And I also thought about what I would post, how I would tell everyone that Rainy now had a new home. When I first starting following the pug blogs, I found Shelby's at Go Pug Yourself. The next one I found was Salinger. From there, I followed people who commented, and followed his sidebar blog list to find so many other great pug and other dog people. In many ways I was also concerned that I had betrayed you guys, that you would think I had given in too soon, that I should have taken more time to become a good pug mom. I only hope you will understand that I did what I thought was best, what I felt I had to do.  You have welcomed me into your blogs when I didn't have a dog, when I was looking and thinking and learning. I'm going to take a break from looking for a dog, to give myself time to reassess what I can handle, what type of dog might be good for me, but I hope you will still allow me to be part of your little group, even as an honorary dog mom, as S-dog's mom put it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard from the NIPRA rep, that they had heard from Rainy's new mom, that she had a good night, not a peep out of her, and that she was settling in with her two new brothers rather well. I think that she is where she was meant to be and perhaps her journey through my life was what was needed to get her there. I will always treasure the Valentines some of you sent Rainy, and she will always have a place in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1221955339145790424?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1221955339145790424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1221955339145790424' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1221955339145790424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1221955339145790424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-took-piece-of-me-with-you.html' title='You Took a Piece of Me With You'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3oCDP4r7fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/96G5H4eNqw8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2586276810322723831</id><published>2010-02-12T09:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:27:07.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ValenMail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3VzM1cL5BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8SYt3cd8w8Q/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437378789460665362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3VzM1cL5BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8SYt3cd8w8Q/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we've gotten two more Valentine cards in the mail -- from our friends Melissa and Emmitt, and from Coco! While I'm still struggling with a final decision on Rainy, if she needs to go back or not, she is enjoying the cards and I'm sure will have a great time Sunday at the Valenpug party. She came from a foster with three other pugs (though one was hospice), so I suspect she is used to their company and will therefore really enjoy seeing other pugs. It's just that I can't get another pug to keep her company full time. I know I have to do the right thing for me, and the right thing for her. Meanwhile, she's wishing everypug and everycritter a Happy Valentine's Day and hopes that there's treats in everyone's future! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2586276810322723831?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2586276810322723831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2586276810322723831' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2586276810322723831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2586276810322723831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/valenmail.html' title='ValenMail'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3VzM1cL5BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8SYt3cd8w8Q/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6842814561940604591</id><published>2010-02-08T16:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:15:11.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Taxing the Right Things?</title><content type='html'>I was reading an article in today's newspaper about a proposed tax on soft drinks that doesn't seem to be going anywhere now, mostly because of those pesky special interest groups and industry lobbyists.  And I just heard on the news that there may be a link between sweetened soft drinks and pancreatic cancer.  With increased soft drink consumption being linked to increased obesity, a claim that of course the industry refutes, doesn't it make sense to tax these items?  The other day on CNN, a Cafferty File question asked if food should be taxed to raise money to help out cities that are having trouble with their finances in these troubled times.  Now here in Chicago, we have a 2.25% tax on food right now -- some other places have a higher tax, some have a lower tax, and some have no tax at all on food.  But doesn't it make sense to tax things that are "bad" for us?  Is there really anything wrong with taxing a six pack of Coke, or Pepsi, or Mountain Dew?  And what about a lot of other items that have been deemed unhealthy?  A while back I read an article about a special tax on candy that I think was going into effect on January 1st.  But it was a complicated formula to figure out what was candy and what wasn't.  If I remember correctly, something like a KitKat wouldn't be considered candy, because it contains a cookie.  There was a whole complicated system that said if something contained flour it didn't need to be taxed as candy, but the whole system was putting more work on grocery stores and other places that sell candy to figure out which pieces gets charged and which ones don't.  The whole situation doesn't seem to make much sense.  They (those unknown, unseen entities) tell us to eat fruits and vegetables, and whole grains, yet those items are taxed in many places.  Wouldn't it be better not to tax those things we all should be eating to maintain a healthy body and instead tax those items that aren't so good, like candy and processed foods?  I know it's a confuzzled mess, so tell me what you think.  Are we taxing the right things?  Or can we do better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6842814561940604591?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6842814561940604591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6842814561940604591' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6842814561940604591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6842814561940604591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-we-taxing-right-things.html' title='Are We Taxing the Right Things?'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7488626317393031917</id><published>2010-02-08T09:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:10:12.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Conflicted</title><content type='html'>As a rule, I take to things very slowly, very deliberately.  I research, I plan, I prepare, so that when I make a change, I'm comfortable with it, I'm ready.  Back in April of 2007, long after most of the online group I chatted with had gone to high speed internet and updated computers, I was still running Windows 98 on dial up.  For years I looked at a small SUV, and thought it would be something I liked.  Every so often, people in chat would ask if I'd gone out looking for that car yet, and I'd say, no, I'm not ready.  After my old car which worked like a real charm was 10 years old, I was finally ready and in 2004 I bought my Rav4.  The move to my condo was even more deliberate -- something I'd worked on for 11 years.  Yet within a matter of a year or possibly less, I've made a decision that has profoundly changed my life -- and I don't think I'm ready for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been just over a week since I've brought Rainy into my life and especially in the last few days I've wondered if I have let my heart overrule my head.   I read about pugs, I followed many pug blogs, I had some idea what to expect, but it feels as if I'd known with my heart but not knowing with my head, too.  The first few days I had her here I was trying to get a potty routine down since I knew that was the issue with her and we've seemed to have succeeded on that front.  But now I want to live my life, do the things I used to do that I haven't done for at least the last couple of weeks, in getting the things I needed for Rainy and in bringing her home and having her here for the first week.  I want to go out to the library for hours and read and do research.  I want to run my errands and not worry that I'll be stuck in traffic and get home late.  I want to go away on weekends and not have it cost a bloody fortune to travel &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; have someone take care of her.  I want to be able to drive to Florida and not worry about leaving her in the car when I have to make a bathroom stop.  I want the option of laying in bed and getting up whenever I feel like it at least a couple days a week.  I had thought out being a pug mom with my heart, but not with my head.  I didn't plan and get ready for the reality of what she would bring.  And I don't think I'm ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm conflicted. And I don't know what to do.  I know other people can do this, but as my family knows, I'm not always "other people."  Mostly yesterday and this morning, I've been thinking about what to do and feeling very unsure about my life as it now stands.  Is it possible to live my life, the way it was, the way I want it to be, with her here?  And if not, do I admit defeat and return her?  My head says I'm so not ready for this, that I really hadn't thought this out very well, that I've made a major mistake.  And at the same time, my heart says Rainy deserves better than to be returned yet again, she deserves her forever home and if I returned her now, there would be a hole, because she would take a little piece of me with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for advice, because every situation is different.  I just wanted to get this down, to get my feelings written out so that maybe in the coming week I can look at them, and dig deep inside to try to figure out what to do, what's right for me and what's right for Rainy.  I talked to a family member in Florida last night and I felt momentarily better -  I think it's hard trying to do this on my own, without the support here of family and friends and that is only adding to my apprehension and anxiety.   I only know I have to live my life, even if it means crating Rainy when I'm gone and not worrying about it, because it's not healthy for me to have my life revolve around her so completely.  Maybe I did the wrong thing in getting a pug.  Maybe a less velcro dog would have been better.  All I know for sure is that it feels like I made a mistake, that I got in over my head.  I am trying to tell myself that it's only been a week, that she's made major strides in just this week, especially with potty.  But right now I'm conflicted, I don't know how I feel, I don't know what to do and I was unsure about even posting this.  I guess for now I will have to try to get parts of my life back, pray on this for guidance and try to live with this for now as best I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7488626317393031917?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7488626317393031917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7488626317393031917' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7488626317393031917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7488626317393031917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-conflicted.html' title='I&apos;m Conflicted'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3244734697883727456</id><published>2010-02-07T17:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:51:15.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mail, For Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S29RTBsUasI/AAAAAAAAAG4/U2MFmmNbW5A/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435652662573165250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S29RTBsUasI/AAAAAAAAAG4/U2MFmmNbW5A/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rainy got her second Valentine's card yesterday, from our friends Pugsley and Lola! The card has their lovely picture on it, and then there was a little addressee thingie that said To Rainy From Puglsey and Lola, and it was held to the card with a bone shaped paper clip!!  How cute is that!  You can just barely see it at the bottom of the picture under the card and addressee thingie.   Thanks you so much to Pugsley and Lola!  And since they're part of the Indy Bloggers, I had to point out that Rainy is sitting on a blue blanket -- Go Colts!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3244734697883727456?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3244734697883727456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3244734697883727456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3244734697883727456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3244734697883727456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-mail-for-me.html' title='More Mail, For Me?'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S29RTBsUasI/AAAAAAAAAG4/U2MFmmNbW5A/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3668705067323436467</id><published>2010-02-06T19:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:53:21.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions, Questions, Calling Puggie People for Answers</title><content type='html'>As promised, I've got more questions for all you pup pawrents out there. It has now been one week since I brought Rainy home and she's kinda sorta gotten into a routine with potty. By recording when she pottied, I figured out when I needed to watch for signs that she needed to go, so that part is going pretty well. She doesn't seem to mind pooping right on the concrete of the balcony and pees sometimes on the pee pad, sometimes not, but thankfully all her potty is done fairly close to the drain on my balcony, so I can wash it down quite easily. I got a boot tray and tape a pee pad to it which seems to be working. But now we've got a new question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I've been out of the house I've crated Rainy. She used to be very reluctant to go in her crate, but is getting a little tiny bit better because there could be a treat in there (well, at least some kibble). She sometimes cries a little when I've just left the condo, but today I didn't hear her cry at all when I was leaving. The issue seems to be when I come back. Now I have no clue how she is when I'm not there, but when I come back, she goes crazy! She spins so in the crate she rocks it around and is oh so very excited when I let her out. I've started to not make a big deal about letting her out, because I read you don't want them to think that getting out is the best part of it. Anyway, my question is twofold, perhaps. Does this get any better? Is this just because she is still realizing this is her home or is this just what a pug will always do? I know they are velcro dogs, but seriously, this little one is going to drop from excitement when I come back. What do you do with your pups when you're out? Or perhaps I should phrase that a different way: What did you do with your pup in the early days, those first few weeks he/she was a part of your family? Once again, Rainy's not a puppy -- she's a year and a half -- but I just hate to leave because it seems like it probably stresses her out a lot. I also crate her when I shower and today she cried, softly at times and a little more loudly momentarily. I just hate to put her through the stress, but I don't trust her inside yet when I'm not around to leave her loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions, comments, ideas, whatever would be appreciated. I'm trying to learn what to do as a first time dog owner, but I'm also dealing with a crazy little puggie here! Thanks in advance, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on another note, Rainy got a very nice Valentine card from Pugsley and Lola!!  Thank you!  We'll try to get a picture to post tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3668705067323436467?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3668705067323436467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3668705067323436467' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3668705067323436467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3668705067323436467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/questions-questions-calling-puggie.html' title='Questions, Questions, Calling Puggie People for Answers'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-749963292507198606</id><published>2010-02-05T12:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:31:24.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2xj5eZ-5aI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gSuQBiWdT-A/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434828689395082658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2xj5eZ-5aI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gSuQBiWdT-A/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went down to check the mail yesterday, and left Rainy waiting by the door. I came back to an excited pug, but I think I was more excited than she was. "You've got mail, Rainy!" She looked at me a bit confused, not knowing if "mail" was another word for "cookie" or not. I opened the envelope and pulled out a lovely Valentine's card from our friend Stubby! I tried to explain to Rainy that she'd be meeting Stubby very soon, and that he was much more experienced at this whole life thing. She will be so happy to meet her friend, I just hope Stubby is ready for a tiny whirling dervish!  Thank you for the card, Stubby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-749963292507198606?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/749963292507198606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=749963292507198606' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/749963292507198606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/749963292507198606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail!'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2xj5eZ-5aI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gSuQBiWdT-A/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1553737096964128694</id><published>2010-02-04T12:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:56:45.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Birfday Shout Out</title><content type='html'>Hi's there fellow doggie bloggers.  There's a little puggie I wanted to tell yous about today, because today is her birfday!  Pyrite is fives years old today!  Looks likes she's gots enough cake to shares, so I'm goings over to get me some!  Maybe you can go say happy birfday to Pyrite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pyritethepug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pyritethepug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  And I knows yous won't forget to grabs a piece of that cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1553737096964128694?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1553737096964128694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1553737096964128694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1553737096964128694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1553737096964128694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-birfday-shout-out.html' title='A Little Birfday Shout Out'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1446011972246272768</id><published>2010-02-02T13:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:02:47.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worshipping at the Pantry Door</title><content type='html'>So, Rainy's been here for three full days now.  This morning, I had to leave her crated while I ran an errand.  I put her in her crate with Mr. Turtle, and gave her a small treat, then left.  Oh but did I feel guilty!  I was gone for about an hour and 15 minutes, but was worried the whole time about how she was doing.  I heard her whining when I was putting my shoes on outside the condo door (we had been out and shoes were all wet).  I took care of one thing I had to do, but came back rather than making some additional stops, figuring I'd take care of them tomorrow.  I wanted to see how she was, worried pugmom that I am.  She was fine when I first opened the door, and just started fussing and getting excited, moving the crate a bit, when I bent down to open it.  She bounded out and gave me a wonderful greet.  We sat on the floor and played, we went out to the balcony, but she apparently didn't have any business to take care of, and then I pulled out something for myself for lunch.  Rainy kept walking around me, and walking around the kitchen island, and I kept asking her what she wanted.  She kept walking past the pantry and sniffing at the bottom of the door.  After a while, she just stood in front of the pantry door, apparently the alter of all the is holy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1446011972246272768?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1446011972246272768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1446011972246272768' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1446011972246272768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1446011972246272768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/worshipping-at-pantry-door.html' title='Worshipping at the Pantry Door'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1912445183386385078</id><published>2010-02-01T11:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:29:37.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have the Sweetest Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2cUkwnKeXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UOaxfjmaU2o/s1600-h/sweet+friends+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433334097202805106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2cUkwnKeXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UOaxfjmaU2o/s320/sweet+friends+award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a little bit ago, my buddy Stubby gave my mom this award. In the meantime, I arrived, so, yeah, I'm taking credit for it, well, because that's what pugs do! BOL!  We also received this award from Pugsley and Lola!  Wows are we lucky!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with every award, there are some rulez -- I's not sure what this rulez thing is because i's just learning a lot of new things, but here's what Stubby told me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Copy the image. (check)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. List 10 things that make you happy and try to do one of them today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Tag 10 bloggers who brighten your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eating! Come on, I'm a pug!&lt;br /&gt;2. Sitting with mom at the computer&lt;br /&gt;3. Sitting with mom on the couch&lt;br /&gt;4. The Food Network -- again, I'm a pug!&lt;br /&gt;5. Mr. Turtle and the blue fuzzy man&lt;br /&gt;6. Going for a walk -- not the getting ready or the coming back (I's been making mom carry me up the stairs and I's don't really like that door that closes into a box and makes my tummy fall)&lt;br /&gt;7. Eating! Did I say that already?&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;9. Snacks -- hey, it's different than dinner&lt;br /&gt;10. Snoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 bloggers who brighten my day -- I's not sure if these bloggers has this award already, heck I's not even sure what the heck a blogger is, but here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Puglet and Dutch over at The Daily Puglet &lt;a href="http://dailypuglet.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailypuglet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winston over at Two Cats and a Pug &lt;a href="http://twocatsandadog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://twocatsandadog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bunny, Lilac and Blueberry over at Tales and Tails &lt;a href="http://twocatsandadog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://twocatsandadog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Clover and Chewy over at Sunshine &amp;amp; Mud Puddles &lt;a href="http://sunshineandmudpuddles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sunshineandmudpuddles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gus and the Foo over at Utterly Chaotic! &lt;a href="http://utterlychaotic.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://utterlychaotic.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sophie, Dixie and Harley over at The Misadventures of Pug(s) and Bugg &lt;a href="http://pugandbugg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pugandbugg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hank and Molly over at I Tell Ya What &lt;a href="http://hank-itellyawhat.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hank-itellyawhat.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Arliss and Tonka over at Arliss the Pug &lt;a href="http://arlissthepug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://arlissthepug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Miss M and Mr. B over at Two Pitties in the City &lt;a href="http://pittiesincity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pittiesincity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stella, Gunther and Betty &lt;a href="http://livingwithapug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://livingwithapug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other bloggy friends my mom has told me about, but I's thinks a lots of them already has this award, and well, I's learning all about following the rulez, so this be a good place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abouts following these rulez, well, I's getting the hang of a couple of things. Last night, just after mom went to bed, I pooped in my crate, but she heard me moving around and she smelleds it (BOL!) so she cleaned it out right aways before I got to sitting in it. Thens I was good the whole rest of the night! When moms got up, she took me out of the crate ... and I gave her the bestest greet of alls time! Then she picked me up and put me on the balcony, where I danced more and gave her more greets. Finally I turned round and round and round and round and pee peed on the pee pad! Mom was jumping for joy and hugged me big time!! Later this morning, mom crated me for a little while so she could get dressed (why she needed different clothes, I's don't know -- the clothes she had on was just fine by me!), and when shes was done, she took me out of the crate and I gave her greets again, and she took me to the balcony again, and afters a little bit, I pooped outside! Mom jumped for joy again and hugged me! Maybe things will alls work out aftersall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had you big time"&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Rainy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1912445183386385078?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1912445183386385078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1912445183386385078' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1912445183386385078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1912445183386385078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-have-sweetest-friends.html' title='We Have the Sweetest Friends!'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2cUkwnKeXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UOaxfjmaU2o/s72-c/sweet+friends+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-8422180228265246530</id><published>2010-01-31T12:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:30:21.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two Trying to Get a Schedule</title><content type='html'>Hi there, Rainy's mom here. I want to tap the vast knowledge of all the pug pawrents out there for some advice. I know this is only day two at home (well, really it's just been 24 hours now) and I know that coming into a new situation there will be housebreaking issues. All that said, I don't know what the best way to housebreak Rainy. She's a year and a half and has had housebreaking issues before. Yesterday she pooped twice inside, both times by the gate I have set up when I was out of the room. This morning she peed in the same spot, on a towel that was there, again, she started when I was out of the room. Then after a half hour plus walk -- where she sniffed everything, butt sniffed a couple other dogs (&lt;em&gt;quick Rainy note here, Pierce the Boston was real cute, but he was bigger than me and I was a little scared of him; but his butt sure smelled good!)&lt;/em&gt; but didn't poop or pee, I crated her so I could take a shower and she pooped in her crate, just one piece, but with part of it pushed out through the wire (yes, I switched to a wire crate so she could see me better; bad idea?). Apparently she didn't get the memo that dogs don't dirty in their crate (and yes, there's no extra room to have a separate potty section of the crate).  I've taken her out on the balcony several times and stood with her, but she only peed out there once and that was yesterday. Any suggestions or ideas on how I can get a handle on this to know I'm at least starting to do the right thing? I know puggies can be stubborn, and she certainly is, but I know they can be housebroken.....at least most of the way? I want to be a good puggie mom to her, but need some assistance from the voice of experience! Thanks in advance! &lt;em&gt;Woof bark, I want to be good for mom, really I do! Thankie for advice to help my mom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;Just a note, Rainy was good last night in the plastic crate. She whined some but then quieted down and only got restless when I got up to go to the bathroom at 5:15. I took her out to the balcony, but she didn't do anything and she then went back into the crate for another couple hours with just a little whimper and then she was fine until I was getting up.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-8422180228265246530?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8422180228265246530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=8422180228265246530' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8422180228265246530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8422180228265246530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-two-trying-to-get-schedule.html' title='Day Two Trying to Get a Schedule'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-6277602523907728653</id><published>2010-01-30T17:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:40:12.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Very Strange Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2TDPLP1X7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/YLZYfVRqztg/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432681716000317362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2TDPLP1X7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/YLZYfVRqztg/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2TDOyb5EwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xeAQFeWvF9o/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432681709340005122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2TDOyb5EwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xeAQFeWvF9o/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi there, Rainy here! It's been quite a day! First off I was just barely starting off the day as usual, with Taz, and Jasmine and Mia, the other puggies in my foster home, when a visitor arrived, only she wasn't a visitor to me! She was my new mom! After a short time, we got in the car for the 70 mile ride (mom told me this because I's got no clue what the heck a mile is, much less 70s of them). I didn't want to sit in a carrier for the way home -- no, I wanted to sit on mom's lap and help her drive (watch out for that big truck mom, even I can see that!). Finally I settled down and curled up on the passenger's seat while mom drove home. When we finally got home, there were so many strange and new things to get used to. We went into this door that opened by itself and closed by itself and made my tummy fall. Then we went into this strange new place that mom said was home. I checked out every nook and crannie that I could get to, just sniffing and snorting and being so excited. There was a comfy couch I really like and a couple of new toys that I don't have to share with anyone else! Mom went beyond the gate that was up and I couldn't see her and I cried. Then I pooped (oops!). I's was real excited I guess. Mom took me out to the balcony and I peed there like a good puggie, though I missed the pee pads and peed on the tarp. We watched something on Food Network and it looked mighty good but I also napped through that. Then we went out for a walk, and I met a guy who was just standing outside and he scratched my neck and said he had two puggies and couldn't sleep without one of them snoring at him. There were so many new smells and sounds! I've never seen the big city before! Then mom put me in my crate for hours and hours and hours! (&lt;em&gt;Mom's note, it was 10 minutes) &lt;/em&gt;but after I got sprung, I got dinner! Then I got crated again when mom ate her dinner. Don't know what that's all about! Anyway, I think there'll be a few more "outside" times on the balcony yet tonight -- I did find it was a great place to people watch! -- and maybe a nap on the couch. Mom's gonna try to crate me for the night, but I'll probably just whine and cry and she'll cave. Anyways, I's heard all about all the blogging pups my mom's found and I made her help me do my very first bloggy thing (not really sure what a blog is, but maybe it'll be tasty!). Nice to meet you all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rainy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-6277602523907728653?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/6277602523907728653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=6277602523907728653' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6277602523907728653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/6277602523907728653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-of-very-strange-things.html' title='A Day of Very Strange Things'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S2TDPLP1X7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/YLZYfVRqztg/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-5769730729523171996</id><published>2010-01-27T16:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:45:42.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Getting Ready for the Puggie Question Thread</title><content type='html'>Hi folks.  In just a few days little Rainy will be in her forever home!  I'm so excited to get her and love her and hug her and kiss her...but I have questions that I can probably figure out but thought I'd put out there to all you experienced furparents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, there's the question of a crate.  Now I've read that the crate should be big enough for the pup to turn around in and be comfy in, but not big enough to set up a separate potty area in.  But that begs the question.... plastic or wire? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second off, I've got a balcony that I'm going to set up as a potty area for her, using puppy pads.  Question is how to hold them down!  See, this is the "Windy City" and the last few days have indeed been windy!  I've looked at those "holders" at Petsmart, but they are quite small and fairly lightweight, too (would take off from the balcony like a kite!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll think of more, but even though I'm very excited to bring her home, I also want to do the right thing for her, and the sane thing for me!  Thanks in advance for any suggestions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-5769730729523171996?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/5769730729523171996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=5769730729523171996' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5769730729523171996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/5769730729523171996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-ready-for-puggie-question.html' title='The Getting Ready for the Puggie Question Thread'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2871979238632051884</id><published>2010-01-23T20:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:47:39.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiny Pug Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S1u0unGIR7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sluhBhLXoRw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430132488586938290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S1u0unGIR7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sluhBhLXoRw/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i went to meet Rainy. That's the name she was given and I think I'll keep it. She's a really small pug, only 11 pounds, but she is all pug. The foster has three other pugs, two somewhat active adult females, Jasmine and Mia, and one hospice male, Taz. All four greeted me at the door. Rainy held her own with the bigger pugs, though Taz, the biggest, moves rather slow and is deaf so didn't put up much of a challenge to her. She's incredibly sweet, giving lots of kisses and sitting in my lap and next to me for most of the hour long visit. She played with the other two girls, grabbing at a stuffed toy with them in a tug of war game. As I was leaving, she wanted to come with, following me to the door, and then, after taking care of business in the yard, followed me to the back gate. This week I'll be getting her crate and food and next Saturday will go out and bring her to her forever home. Say hi to Rainy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2871979238632051884?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2871979238632051884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2871979238632051884' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2871979238632051884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2871979238632051884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiny-pug-tale.html' title='A Tiny Pug Tale'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S1u0unGIR7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sluhBhLXoRw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-1693006383973258700</id><published>2010-01-19T17:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:17:15.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PugAnticipation</title><content type='html'>This Saturday, I'm taking a ride out to the wilds of Illinois to meet a two year old little pug girl.  Since the fosters are available only evenings during the week, I'll most likely bring her home the following Saturday.  I think it would be better to bring her home during the day so she can have a bit more time before bed to get used to her new digs.  I'm planning on using the week between meeting her and bringing her home to get supplies and get ready for her.  Once I meet her, I'll know better what size crate to get for her, what size harness, what toys she might like.  And I'm also considering various potty options for the balcony.  Once she's here, there'll be training, playing, walks and all sorts of fun, but for now, I'm trying to figure out everything I'll need to make her comfortable in her new home.  Any suggestions, comments, ideas would be appreciated.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-1693006383973258700?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/1693006383973258700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=1693006383973258700' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1693006383973258700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/1693006383973258700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/01/puganticipation.html' title='PugAnticipation'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-4366668472009700122</id><published>2010-01-03T17:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:10:54.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holiday Journey 2009</title><content type='html'>Martini was dressed for the holiday. And so was Ziva. And all the dogs seemed happy with toys and play and food (oh my!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678431015025618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E5TWvSu9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Z7kqsXiKPR0/s200/615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422677217803275922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E4MvLEjpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6HaaF6WoVBo/s200/639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678441331508066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E5T9K7w2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0Ubd1_skOms/s200/620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678446602907330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E5UQzu7sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2WQxhweyhd8/s200/736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422677242468001762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E4OLDmZ-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MDABltkfYSY/s200/617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422677228870061826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E4NYZmTwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/swi8kHP8YEE/s200/700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Ben had milk and cookies ready for Santa, and then on Christmas day, presents were opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422677226396585042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E4NPL4DFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I_x9bSLUXTw/s200/666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678444667820754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E5UJmX2tI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8hABH0xgesU/s200/711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422677237687139874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E4N5PwPiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5q-py1x763Q/s200/703.JPG" /&gt;Ava was not sure about this whole Christmas thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678425292428258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E5TBa60-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WcG7DtLkTsk/s200/676.JPG" /&gt;Christmas gifts, $300; Christmas meal, $150, batteries for toys, $20; Bobos for dogs, $10, Christmas with my crazy family, priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678708183451986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E5jfRZSVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6VmK01czDvA/s200/716.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-4366668472009700122?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/4366668472009700122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=4366668472009700122' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4366668472009700122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/4366668472009700122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday-journey-2009.html' title='A Holiday Journey 2009'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S0E5TWvSu9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Z7kqsXiKPR0/s72-c/615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7681685597247443148</id><published>2010-01-01T16:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:32:06.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the New Year</title><content type='html'>There are times:&lt;br /&gt;To hold open a door.&lt;br /&gt;To surrender your seat.&lt;br /&gt;To thank someone, in writing.&lt;br /&gt;To let bygones be gone.&lt;br /&gt;To remember your parents.&lt;br /&gt;To listen with care.&lt;br /&gt;To surprise with a gift.&lt;br /&gt;To mind your table manners.&lt;br /&gt;To honor tradition.&lt;br /&gt;To give voice to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this New Year be filled with times like these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7681685597247443148?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7681685597247443148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7681685597247443148' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7681685597247443148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7681685597247443148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-new-year.html' title='Thoughts on the New Year'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-3073808958310479292</id><published>2009-12-29T20:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:27:02.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's On Your List?</title><content type='html'>I need to do a Christmas update, and I will get to that perhaps tomorrow, but today i wanted to touch base with those of you out there who read.  I've been trying to plan out some reading for the beginning of the new year.  Maybe it's just the clean slate a new year gives us, but I like to start the year with a new book -- which usually leaves me reading frantically at the end of the year to finish what I'm currently reading, which this year is Polar Star by Martin Cruz Smith.  In the new year I intend to read  Red Square and Gorky Park, also by Smith .  I think all three will be the start of a new bag of books to sell at Half Price.  On Friday, however, I am planning to start Hot, Flat and Crowded by Thomas L. Friedman, and then will move onto  his other four books: The World Is Flat, Longitudes and Attitudes, The Lexus and the Olive Tree, and From Beirut to Jerusalem.  And since I got the new Dan Brown book for Christmas, I'll also read all five of his books this year.  It's only a start, so far, but setting out books to read is kind of like making a pact with yourself to get through the list.  So I ask anyone reading this, what's on your list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-3073808958310479292?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/3073808958310479292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=3073808958310479292' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3073808958310479292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/3073808958310479292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-on-your-list.html' title='What&apos;s On Your List?'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-93749611037819616</id><published>2009-12-20T21:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:32:57.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Tales and Tails!</title><content type='html'>I was out and about all day yesterday with a friend at the Chicago Christkindlmarkets, and then spent today taking my friend to the airport after watching numerous weather reports and then getting myself ready to fly out tomorrow. So I finally had a chance to start surfing around to read all the blogs. I checked out my somewhat local friendly neighborhood greyhounds at Tales and Tails ( if you don't know them, go give them a visit &lt;a href="http://houndstooth4.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://houndstooth4.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ). I found they gave me an award! I am grateful and humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/Sy7r0ukHPBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GSXMsyV6Yg8/s1600-h/bestblogaward1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/Sy7r0ukHPBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GSXMsyV6Yg8/s1600-h/bestblogaward1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417526692858510354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/Sy7r0ukHPBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GSXMsyV6Yg8/s200/bestblogaward1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to give this to 15 blogs, and there are so very many blogger friends I've found over the past several months, so I'm passing this award to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daily Puglet &lt;a href="http://dailypuglet.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailypuglet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of Tweedles &lt;a href="http://tweedles-georgie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tweedles-georgie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutus the Frenchie &lt;a href="http://brutusthefrenchie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://brutusthefrenchie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Pearl &lt;a href="http://littlemisspearl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://littlemisspearl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salinger &lt;a href="http://salingerthepug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://salingerthepug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubby &lt;a href="http://lifeofstubby.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lifeofstubby.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank and Molly &lt;a href="http://hank-itellyawhat.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hank-itellyawhat.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby &lt;a href="http://winniewong.typepad.com/shelby/"&gt;http://winniewong.typepad.com/shelby/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyrite &lt;a href="http://pyritethepug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pyritethepug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella, Gunther and Betty &lt;a href="http://livingwithapug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://livingwithapug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda and Brutus &lt;a href="http://thepugsstrikeback.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thepugsstrikeback.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and Dixie &lt;a href="http://pugandbugg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pugandbugg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arlo &lt;a href="http://pugznhugz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pugznhugz.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Bean &lt;a href="http://misterbeanalittlepuginabigworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://misterbeanalittlepuginabigworld.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemima Jones &lt;a href="http://jemimajones.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jemimajones.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/Sy7r0ukHPBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GSXMsyV6Yg8/s1600-h/bestblogaward1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-93749611037819616?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/93749611037819616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=93749611037819616' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/93749611037819616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/93749611037819616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-tales-and-tails.html' title='Thank you, Tales and Tails!'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/Sy7r0ukHPBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GSXMsyV6Yg8/s72-c/bestblogaward1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-8892026485939382941</id><published>2009-12-08T11:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:16:06.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Travel</title><content type='html'>Sunday night I returned from my Thanksgiving trip to Florida. My drive back was uneventful, even though I had to plan a bit to make sure I hit certain cities at certain times. Whenever I drive to and from Florida I normally do it on a weekend, travelling on Saturday and Sunday with a night over stop in northern Georgia. Traffic is lighter, there's not as many trucks, you don't have to worry about rush hour traffic. There is, however, one drawback to that strategy in the fall/winter: football. Since I don't really follow college football much, I didn't realize that the Georgia Dome in Atlanta was hosting the Alabama / Florida game on Saturday. And, oh, yes, my hotel for the night was about an hour north of Atlanta! But the game started at 4:00 and I made my way right through the city on Interstate 75 at 4:45 -- with everyone already at the game! Traffic was thankfully light. The next day I knew I would be hitting some NFL cities: Nashville, Indianapolis, Chicago...... The Titans played the Colts in Indianapolis, so going through Nashville was no problem, and I managed to arrive in Indy just about at half time (I was listening to the game on the radio), so once again everyone was already at the game! Arriving back in Chicago around 5:00, the Bears' game was well over so football traffic wasn't an issue. I just ran into the regular city traffic through downtown that is always crazy no matter the time or day. I do learn a lot, however, in my holiday travels. As soon as you hit northern Florida, you can buy oranges and tickets to the Florida attractions; there are a lot of hand-made pecans for sale signs along the roadside in Georgia; once you get a certain distance south, there are a lot a lot of fireworks signs; McDonalds and Starbucks are your friend -- clean bathrooms and coffee, all in one stop; it helps to remember to pick up napkins with your beverage, especially if you don't have any in your car; singing along to loud, enthusiastic music gets you strange looks from other drivers but sure keeps you awake and passes the time; mileage signs are a rough guesstamit - I somehow gained and then lost 4 miles somewhere in Tennessee or Kentucky just like magic; no matter how hard I try, it still takes me a half hour to unload the car when I get home; and I learned something new this time when I stopped for milk and salad before going home (my philosophy has always been if I have to go home and out again, it's just not going to happen) -- Sunday night grocery shopping in my new neighborhood is a very bad idea because everyone, yes everyone, is doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving 2009: 9 stops for gas, 2 quarter pounder meals, one roast beef sandwich, 2 dollar menu sundaes, 2 Mccafes, 4 Starbucks, 6 states, 4 days camping, 3 dogs camping, 4 days of turkey leftovers, 3 college football games, one day at Disney, one trip to the beach, one day at Ikea, 3 Christmas concerts, two nights at Comfort Inn, spending time with crazy family -- priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-8892026485939382941?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/8892026485939382941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=8892026485939382941' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8892026485939382941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/8892026485939382941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-travel.html' title='Holiday Travel'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-7210367379155639175</id><published>2009-11-25T11:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:46:21.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, a time to reflect, a time to remember and mostly a time to give thanks for all that we have.  I am thankful for many things, mostly my family and friends, both real and online, I'm thankful for the bounty of the harvest that provides wonderful meals, I'm thankful for safe travels that let me get together with family and friends, I'm thankful for success stories, like Walter and Ace, I'm thankful for health and happiness, I'm thankful for all the blessings I've received this past year even in a difficult economy.  It's times like this, when we sit back to think about it, when we really focus on what's important, that we realize that life isn't so much about the big screen TVs, the fancy cars, the fancy jobs, the luxury homes. It's about the connections we make with others, the humanity that we touch and that touch us.  And I thank each of you that have read my humble little blog and reached out that hand (or paw) of friendship.  It means the world to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-7210367379155639175?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/7210367379155639175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=7210367379155639175' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7210367379155639175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/7210367379155639175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-thankful.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2356233803714695302</id><published>2009-11-15T17:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:08:01.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Given an Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SwCRZvilchI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oWszuws_SEE/s1600-h/circle-of-friends-award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404479424288879122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SwCRZvilchI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oWszuws_SEE/s200/circle-of-friends-award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I've been given the Circle of Friends Award by Sugar. What a great honor! Thank you! If you don't know the cutest Golden, go visit Sugar's blog: &lt;a href="http://www.sugarthegoldenretriever.com/"&gt;http://www.sugarthegoldenretriever.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here the terms of this award:&lt;br /&gt;1. Publish a post on your blog - referring who awarded you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Share 5 things you like to do&lt;br /&gt;3. Share or pass this award to 10 friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The five things I like to do.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Spend time with family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Make plans and study up for a furry addition to the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Read my friends blogs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 10 friends I'm awarding this to are...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brutus the Frenchie and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arlo the Pug and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coco at the PUGnetwork and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benny and Lily at Doggy Days and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salinger at Multum In Parvo...with a Cinnabon Tail and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stubby at Life of Stubby and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tweedles at Through the Eye's of Tweedles and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puglet of the Daily Puglet and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fulmer the Pug and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oisin the Pug and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mister Bean of A Little Pug in a Big World and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Pugalicious and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole Pug Posse and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoda and Brutus and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hey, I've never been really good at following the rules! So if you come by and read this post, take the award and leave a reply so I can come visit you! And our circle of friends continues!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2356233803714695302?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2356233803714695302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2356233803714695302' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2356233803714695302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2356233803714695302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-given-award.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Given an Award!'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SwCRZvilchI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oWszuws_SEE/s72-c/circle-of-friends-award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224018924694202819.post-2001552846074600740</id><published>2009-11-04T14:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:52:44.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Not Entirely Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SvHpXXEP71I/AAAAAAAAADs/Z9SjLMuqt84/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400354015732035410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SvHpXXEP71I/AAAAAAAAADs/Z9SjLMuqt84/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SvHpXEDminI/AAAAAAAAADk/LG2nlfPYdbE/s1600-h/331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400354010629048946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SvHpXEDminI/AAAAAAAAADk/LG2nlfPYdbE/s200/331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SvHpW3PR9RI/AAAAAAAAADc/66rkle9hMPg/s1600-h/295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400354007188370706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SvHpW3PR9RI/AAAAAAAAADc/66rkle9hMPg/s200/295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all take each day as a precious gift, use it wisely, savor it, go slowly and consciously through it, but always going forward, may we recognize the small treasures of the day that make it special, may we find something each day to be thankful for and may we bring out the best in ourselves to meet each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224018924694202819-2001552846074600740?l=writingchances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/feeds/2001552846074600740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224018924694202819&amp;postID=2001552846074600740' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2001552846074600740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224018924694202819/posts/default/2001552846074600740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingchances.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-entirely-wordless-wednesday.html' title='A Not Entirely Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>dw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619029871274499519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/S3sTgE1pJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LvfsAQBYOhk/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AP1PKebveI/SvHpXXEP71I/AAAAAAAAADs/Z9SjLMuqt84/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
