<?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-18300509</id><updated>2012-01-09T20:27:21.374-05:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='weather'/><category term='irony'/><category term='movies'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='books'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='politics'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='music'/><category term='projects'/><category term='wine'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='blog'/><category term='techie'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='television'/><category term='life'/><category term='home'/><category term='people'/><category term='csa'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='nablopomo'/><category term='disclosure'/><category term='family'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Food'/><category term='house'/><category term='husband'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='health'/><category term='work'/><category term='whining'/><category term='car'/><category term='friends'/><category term='humor'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Trap Door</title><subtitle type='html'>Observations of irony in life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1600</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-4441219210348585513</id><published>2012-01-09T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:10:11.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Throw-Away Society</title><content type='html'>I truly believe we live in a throw-away society. You don't repair anything anymore, you just replace it. I am as guilty as the next one. Look at printers. It is cheaper to buy a new printer than new ink cartridges in many cases. Computers aren't much different. I bought a new laptop in June 2010 and it is already so antiquated, if it broke, I would probably just buy a new one. I often wonder about &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=demo-laptops"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;reconditioned laptops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or reconditioned cameras. Do they work as well? Do they last as long? Considering the cost of new and our frequency in replacing, it is something to consider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-4441219210348585513?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/4441219210348585513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=4441219210348585513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4441219210348585513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4441219210348585513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2012/01/throw-away-society.html' title='Throw-Away Society'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7275329208352753813</id><published>2012-01-07T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:09:01.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Cheeseburgers in Stars Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0O0EixCDFlk/Twjay1eMisI/AAAAAAAADmk/QjXXzY-i5gs/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0O0EixCDFlk/Twjay1eMisI/AAAAAAAADmk/QjXXzY-i5gs/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a new recipe today from The Pioneer Woman's website. I believe this might be the first one for me. There are many sites and bloggers out there who make fun of the redhead and granted, she makes it pretty easy. But I find her more interesting than say, Paula Deen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp! Yes, I said it. I am not a Paula Deen fan. If that causes you to quit reading. Well, I am sorry. Take care, and have a great life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still here, thanks for sticking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the redhead on the range's recipe. &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2012/01/cheeseburger-salad/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cheeseburger Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCUimh-o5e4/TwjbE8u3_xI/AAAAAAAADms/DAsWbBLJ43c/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCUimh-o5e4/TwjbE8u3_xI/AAAAAAAADms/DAsWbBLJ43c/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it exactly to the recipe. Are&amp;nbsp;you shocked? I know I typically tweak and alter based on my tastes or ingredients on hand, but this time - true to the letter. I meant to tweak it. I meant to add bacon - because, well do I really need to explain why? Everything is better with bacon. But I forgot the bacon because I was watching The Gilmore Girls rerun and it was the one where Rory took her grandmother to the Independence Inn and showed her the potting shed and Emily Gilmore ran away in shock. I love the Gilmore Girls. Sigh. I wish they would come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little bit of trivia for you. Did you know the house exterior of the old Dragonfly Inn&amp;nbsp;is actually the exterior used for the house on The Waltons? It was dismantled from its original lot location that was used when filming the Waltons, and was placed on another set for Gilmore Girls. Isn't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yes, I forgot the bacon. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also&amp;nbsp;burnt the first batch of melted butter because it was when Emily and Lorelai were yelling at each other about the&amp;nbsp;new and "much better than the potting shed" room she created for Rory. Ah family drama. It reaches across all socio-economic boundaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7275329208352753813?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7275329208352753813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7275329208352753813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7275329208352753813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7275329208352753813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2012/01/cheeseburgers-in-stars-hollow.html' title='Cheeseburgers in Stars Hollow'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0O0EixCDFlk/Twjay1eMisI/AAAAAAAADmk/QjXXzY-i5gs/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6102276165649167242</id><published>2012-01-07T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:19:49.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>German Pancake Breakfast</title><content type='html'>I realize I haven't posted much about food&amp;nbsp;lately. I really did bake some over the holidays but I failed to photograph or write about it. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-66d8hzeR_00/TwhwP5gHb5I/AAAAAAAADmM/GairaUCb1sU/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-66d8hzeR_00/TwhwP5gHb5I/AAAAAAAADmM/GairaUCb1sU/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I made Mini German Pancakes from &lt;a href="http://realmomkitchen.com/489/mini-german-pancakes/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;this recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Now, the dangers in giving&amp;nbsp;you the link for what I based my dish on is that you get to see how mine looks nothing like theirs. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying I halved the recipe and ended up with 11 pancakes. They are thin, like a crepe. Basically, they are a puffy crepe. So 3-4 per person is a good serving portion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me also confess my mistake. I melted the butter in the microwave but forgot to add it to the batter. I found it about 4 minutes into the baking time. So I spooned melted butter on top. I figured what the hell, how could something be ruined with melted butter on it? Seriously, what isn't better with butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only problem that caused was they stuck a little, despite me spraying the hell out of the muffin tins, and they were a little mis-shapened because they had started to poof when I poured the butter on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sauce I made from scratch and in my head. I had some frozen blackberries (thanks Mom) so I nuked them and started them cooking with some sugar, salt and tangerine zest/juice. My only mistake here was I should have pureed and strained the seeds before it got so thick. I waited too&amp;nbsp;long and the sauce was nice and thick so getting the seeds out was a pain in the you know what. I hate seeds in my fruit sauces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h49DqWNJlWY/TwhwWZ4hHQI/AAAAAAAADmU/HOnvD76x01g/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h49DqWNJlWY/TwhwWZ4hHQI/AAAAAAAADmU/HOnvD76x01g/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it tasted freakin' fantastic! Seriously, I am going to do this again and use it for ice cream, cheesecakes - you just never know where it will show up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, both of our plates were wiped clean and the salty bacon I served with it was a nice contrast. I will definitely do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LepCqygEemA/Twhwb4ia5MI/AAAAAAAADmc/vLeQe1QX_MM/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LepCqygEemA/Twhwb4ia5MI/AAAAAAAADmc/vLeQe1QX_MM/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-6102276165649167242?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6102276165649167242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6102276165649167242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6102276165649167242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6102276165649167242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2012/01/german-pancake-breakfast.html' title='German Pancake Breakfast'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-66d8hzeR_00/TwhwP5gHb5I/AAAAAAAADmM/GairaUCb1sU/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3023861257079634635</id><published>2012-01-06T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:54:59.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Knock on Wood</title><content type='html'>My mother is very superstitious. We weren't allowed to walk around the opposite side of a post, column or obstruction if we were walking down the street or sidewalk because apparently that meant we would argue. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that is the reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we couldn't walk under a ladder and if you opened a pocket knife, you had to be the one to close it or someone would get cut. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are dealing with a knife, the odds are already in your favor that someone would get cut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your ear itched, someone was talking about you. If your palm itched, you were going to get money. If your nose itched, you were going to have company. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said something you didn't want to happen, you knocked on wood. If she couldn't find anything wooden within reach, she would use her head, or ours. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That explains a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of knocking on wood, I'd like to say that without much effort and probably due to a change in medicine, I have lost &lt;del&gt;15 lbs &lt;/del&gt;18.5 (I weighed today) in the past three months. I hope this continues, especially the part about not much effort. But now that I have spoken (written) about it....I might get cut, no wait, I might have money coming out of my nose from company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-3023861257079634635?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3023861257079634635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3023861257079634635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3023861257079634635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3023861257079634635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2012/01/knock-on-wood.html' title='Knock on Wood'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8102882526010135605</id><published>2012-01-04T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:24:15.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The To Do List Final Results</title><content type='html'>Of my list, this is what actually got done while I was off for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Get a haircut&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Bake Christmas goodies&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Clean out closet&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Organize shoes and purses&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read at least one book.(I started one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish editing my book.(I added 2,000 more words)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Go to Jungle Jim's in Cincinnati with my Mom and sister.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put a jigsaw puzzle together.(good winter fun)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the dog park.(my bad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Clean out/organize kitchen desk area.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Go to Tickled Pink Memorabilia Mall.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize pantry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Imbibe, maybe a lot&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Create something in my project room.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8102882526010135605?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8102882526010135605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8102882526010135605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8102882526010135605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8102882526010135605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2012/01/to-do-list-final-results.html' title='The To Do List Final Results'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7393778646275339841</id><published>2012-01-03T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:28:59.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>Are They Made of Elephants?</title><content type='html'>Maybe it is because today was my first day at work in 17 days? Or maybe it was because today was very cold and my brain has basically been frozen with little to no activity? Either way, I found myself watching television blindly and wondering....if a &lt;a href="http://www.foambymail.com/memory-foam-mattress.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;memory foam mattress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;really remembers so much, wouldn't you never need to buy another mattress - like ever? Is that really a good&amp;nbsp;marketing plan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7393778646275339841?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7393778646275339841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7393778646275339841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7393778646275339841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7393778646275339841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2012/01/are-they-made-of-elephants.html' title='Are They Made of Elephants?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1180981480717975920</id><published>2011-12-26T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:04:38.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What Would Shakespeare Do?</title><content type='html'>More musings from my co-worker/friend/genius:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that, of the 17,000+ words William Shakespeare used, over 1,700 are  documented for the first time in his writing.  Maybe they were in everyday  unrecorded oral use, or maybe he made them up because they sounded cool.  So the  next time you’re working on your hixby gommelting, don’t be  timid.  Make up a word just because you like the way it bloghers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1550187252MsoNormal"&gt;Did you know that several people here in the  building participated in National Novel Writing Month in November?  Each of them  wrote a complete novel during the month of November.  If I had their permission,  I’d tell you who they were, but it’ll be more fun if you walk up to everyone you  see today and ask them about NaNoWriMo.  If they give you a blank stare or ask  you if you’re having a stroke, they are probably not one of the writers.  Once  you find one of the intrepid writers in our midst, ask them if they made up a  new word in their chomona.  If they didn’t give them a bracelet  with W.W.S.D.? on it (what would Shakespeare do) and castigate them (which was  one of Bill’s made-up words).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1180981480717975920?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1180981480717975920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1180981480717975920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1180981480717975920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1180981480717975920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/what-would-shakespeare-do.html' title='What Would Shakespeare Do?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-251639262370713329</id><published>2011-12-24T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:01:44.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>To all my blogger friends, I wish you a very Merry Christmas. Here is hoping your holidays are full of eggnog, friends, rum, family, more rum, good food, good wine, rest and joy (which will be much more likely with the rum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Christmas Eve with the in-laws and here is a snippet of a conversation that repeated itself no less than ten times in one hour. Let me set the stage for you....&lt;a href="http://www.my-trap-door.com/2009/09/california-my-mother-in-law.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;my mother-in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is mid-level Alzheimer's and ADD, my father-in-law has had his knee joint removed after numerous knee replacements that went bad, so he is fairly immobile, my sister-in-law and her two kids (9 and 11) live with them (in the basement). It was all of them and the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David brought his mother a bouquet of roses for Christmas. The second he hit the door, she started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you brought me these beautiful flowers." She cried and cried. Then she set them in the middle of the coffee table. Every five to ten minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, those are beautiful flowers. Where did they come from?"&lt;br /&gt;"They are from David and Melody, Mom." (someone would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crying starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later, "I can't see shit with those damn flowers in my way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, let's move them..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did they come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash. Rinse. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that her language has gotten even worse, if that is possible. Few sentences were said without a curse word and or inappropriate references. Fortunately, his family are slightly bawdy anyway so you either ignore it or laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful she still knows who we are and can take care of herself, somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left, we both agreed that his sister deserves a sympathy card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-251639262370713329?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/251639262370713329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=251639262370713329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/251639262370713329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/251639262370713329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8171756482098411565</id><published>2011-12-09T12:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:34:10.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>To Dos, not Ta Das</title><content type='html'>I have one more week of work left and then I am off until January 3, 2012. That is exactly seventeen days off in a row. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I tend to get bored without things to do. So I am making a "To Do" list full of fun and practical things I need or want to do. Let's see how many I actually accomplished come next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Get a haircut&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Bake Christmas goodies&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out closet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize shoes and purses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Read at least one book.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish editing my book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Jungle Jim's in Cincinnati with my Mom and sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put a jigsaw puzzle together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the dog park.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Clean out/organize kitchen desk area.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Tickled Pink Memorabilia Mall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize pantry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Imbibe, maybe a lot&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;Create something in my project room.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8171756482098411565?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8171756482098411565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8171756482098411565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8171756482098411565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8171756482098411565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/to-dos-not-ta-das.html' title='To Dos, not Ta Das'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-424654335246359325</id><published>2011-12-07T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:58:00.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Evaluation for Physicians</title><content type='html'>I get why physicians have to carry such high &lt;a href="http://www.mymedicalmalpracticeinsurance.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;malpractice insurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. People expect them to be psychic and the slightest error is reason to sue these days. However, on the other side of that coin are the physicians and caregivers that should never be given license to practice. For example, the quack that failed my mother and is the catalyst for her present condition and prognosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there should be some sort of patient review process that is required to renew their license to practice. In our positions, we are reviewed annually on the service we provide. Why should they be any different?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-424654335246359325?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/424654335246359325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=424654335246359325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/424654335246359325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/424654335246359325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/evaluation-for-physicians.html' title='Evaluation for Physicians'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5399980933317620112</id><published>2011-12-06T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:11:00.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>You Will Dream of Mimes Now, I did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You really wish you knew this guy, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another day in history with only war, murder, and general  pestilence. Nothing I can really poke fun at in good taste (or even what I  consider reasonably good taste).  Instead, let me share a News of the Weird  article with you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;In October, about 120 professional  mimes began voluntarily patrolling the traffic-congested Sucre district of  Caracas, Venezuela, at the request of Mayor Carlos Ocariz. The white-gloved  mimes' specialty was wagging their fingers at scofflaw motorists and  pedestrians, and mimes interviewed by the Associated Press reported  improvements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is so much wrong with this article.  First,  “professional” mimes.  Really?  Professional implies that they are paid.  Let me  get this straight, there are 120 mimes in Caracas who are earning a living  pretending to struggle to walk against a strong wind, play tug or war, or be  trapped inside a box?  Ever the skeptic, I remain unconvinced by this dubious  claim.  Second, if wagging a finger is all it takes to stop crime, they should  get about a million grandmothers out on the streets immediately.  My grandmother  could easily control me with a wag of her finger and a quiet “shush” (a value  added embellishment not available to a mime), but I doubt it would have been as  effective with your average scofflaw—and my Mamaw was a big girl, not some  skinny, sad looking mime with a white face.  Third, how does one interview a  mime?  How would they report that there were improvements?  Maybe they  progressively walked faster in the imaginary wind storm or some crazy  artsy-fartsy crap like that.  And finally, if a tree falls on a mime in a  forest, does anyone care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyone else remember &lt;i&gt;Shields &amp;amp; Yarnell&lt;/i&gt; from the  1970’s.  Two mimes, a married couple, with a prime-time variety show.  I think  there were about 6 episodes.  Not a whole lot you can do with mimes after you  exhaust the aforementioned wind walking and trapped in a box shtick.  Someone at  a network must have been high when they thought that up.  No rerun syndication  for that odd little footnote in TV history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daily Demotivator:  No matter how great and destructive your  problems may seem now, remember, you’ve probably only seen the tip of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5399980933317620112?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5399980933317620112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5399980933317620112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5399980933317620112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5399980933317620112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/you-will-dream-of-mimes-now-i-did.html' title='You Will Dream of Mimes Now, I did.'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6984256443307837320</id><published>2011-12-06T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:51:00.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping Mania</title><content type='html'>I could not believe how busy Target was today - a Tuesday - at 1:30 in the afternoon. Why are all those people not at work? &lt;br /&gt;Why was I not at work you ask? Because I took the afternoon off, but did everybody else do the same thing? I know I am a trendsetter and all, but jeez.&lt;br /&gt;I stood in line so long I was beginning to wish I was wearing an&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.disposablemedicalexpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;adult diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe that astronaut psycho lady had a good idea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, diapers wouldn't fix the crabby people. I find older women to be the worst. Is that what I have to look forward to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-6984256443307837320?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6984256443307837320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6984256443307837320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6984256443307837320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6984256443307837320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/shopping-mania.html' title='Shopping Mania'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3991650148803605988</id><published>2011-12-06T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:49:01.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Words of Wit and Wisdom</title><content type='html'>More musings from my co-worker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1257634502MsoNormal"&gt;On this day in &lt;b&gt;1683&lt;/b&gt; the first Mennonites  arrive in America.  The Mennonites, members of a Protestant sect founded by  Menno Simons in the 16th century, were widely persecuted in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1323200803_3" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px;"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;. Seeking religious freedom, Mennonite Francis  Daniel Pastorious led a group from &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1323200803_4" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px;"&gt;Krefeld, Germany&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1323200803_5" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px;"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt; in 1683 and founded &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1323200803_6" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px;"&gt;Germantown&lt;/span&gt;, the pioneer German settlement in America and  now part of the city of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1323200803_7" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1257634502MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1257634502MsoNormal"&gt;Did you ever notice the plethora of  religious groups who came to America seeking religious freedom (or as I like to  think of it, the freedom to persecute other religious groups who don’t agree  with you)?  Contrast that with &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1323200803_8" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; which was settled by convicts, ladies of  negotiable affection, and other rapscallions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1257634502MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1257634502MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe if we’d had a few more  shady characters emigrating to America we’d be more inclined to wear bush hats,  drink Foster’s beer, and throw another shrimp on the Barbie, you know, have a  certain joie de vivre.  Instead Americans get all in a titter over whether or  not someone else is having more fun than they are—then they call those people  sinners and let them know they are wholly “other” than the righteous folk.  I  think Billy Joel summed it up pretty well, “I’d rather laugh with the sinners  than cry with the saints.  The sinners are much more fun”.  Unless you’re lucky  and those sinners are your family of choice in your own faith community, trying  to figure out what it means to be a saint in the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century, making  their way in a world filled with a whole lot more shades of gray than stark  black and white, and learning to love the questions together.  That can be  pretty fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1257634502MsoNormal"&gt;Little known  fact of the day:  At the last supper, Jesus was billed an 18% gratuity because  his party included six or more people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-3991650148803605988?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3991650148803605988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3991650148803605988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3991650148803605988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3991650148803605988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/words-of-wit-and-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wit and Wisdom'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-406954930569304716</id><published>2011-12-05T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:00:56.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>[No Words Can Be Found]</title><content type='html'>I know I sound like my grandmother or my father-in-law when I whine about the quality of goods being manufactured these days, but seriously folks? We live in such a disposable and wasteful society, and it makes me sad. Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there are &lt;a href="http://www.healthcarejobsite.com/jobsearch/healthcare/healthcare-administration/default.asp?job=quality+assurance+director"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;quality assurance director jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;anymore, anywhere. Have we outsourced that too? Or just eliminated it altogether?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-406954930569304716?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/406954930569304716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=406954930569304716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/406954930569304716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/406954930569304716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/no-words-can-be-found.html' title='[No Words Can Be Found]'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8899750098760008538</id><published>2011-12-05T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T14:52:50.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I am alive.</title><content type='html'>I know I have been absent in the blog world, but I have been busy. Really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend talked me into doing the &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;National Novel Writing Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this November. I have no idea what the hell I was thinking. December 1st was this huge staff event that I am responsible for and takes up the previous 8-12 weeks of my life. So why would I choose to spend every spare minute writing my first book? Because I am an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I finished!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8899750098760008538?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8899750098760008538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8899750098760008538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8899750098760008538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8899750098760008538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive.'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3541658254663736520</id><published>2011-12-05T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T14:49:17.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>I confess. I have yet to purchase one Christmas gift. I did put up a Christmas tree this year and started baking some goodies, but I haven't gotten into the whole commercial shopping scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not placing judgement on those who have purchased gifts, I'm just not into it this year. I am thinking about making my gifts this year. Of course that means I need to get busy. Maybe I should look for some walmart or&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dropdowndeals.com/kmart-coupons"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;kmart coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-3541658254663736520?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3541658254663736520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3541658254663736520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3541658254663736520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3541658254663736520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3229938169494691959</id><published>2011-11-04T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:18:11.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Money Pit</title><content type='html'>Our home came with a hot tub when we bought it 4 1/2 years ago. We were excited about the idea of a hot tub but it has become a hassle and huge money pit. Every year there is another new part needed that cost $400-500. Every year we have that conversation about whether this is when we quit throwing money towards it. Recently the pump quit and so the conversation happened again. I don't know how much hassle a pool is but I can't imagine it being worse than a hot tub. The parts can't be any more expensive, &lt;a href="http://www.poolsupplyunlimited.com/category/HeatPumpsCoolers/28"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pool heat pumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;are probably the same thing and cost as much as a hot tub heat pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-3229938169494691959?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3229938169494691959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3229938169494691959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3229938169494691959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3229938169494691959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/11/money-pit.html' title='Money Pit'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7181797286417196420</id><published>2011-10-23T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:15:39.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Lunch Lady Favorites</title><content type='html'>For the past week I have been craving homemade tomato soup. It is probably the weather and the onset of falling leaves and crisp mornings, but like in the past when I have a craving - it needs to be met. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my tomato soup. I never follow a recipe, but it is pretty similar each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwjt2wmZGKE/TqSFbAX-jqI/AAAAAAAADkE/58_JUyGPwz0/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwjt2wmZGKE/TqSFbAX-jqI/AAAAAAAADkE/58_JUyGPwz0/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with some olive oil and red onions. Sweat the onions with a little salt and then add some diced garlic. Saute for another minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_JbvqWmBX0/TqSFHKKBEnI/AAAAAAAADjk/nYMP--FB2M4/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_JbvqWmBX0/TqSFHKKBEnI/AAAAAAAADjk/nYMP--FB2M4/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Add 1 1/2 c. chicken brother to deglaze the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I need to say at this point that I am not a real brand-loyal person for the most part. There are a few exceptions and canned tomatoes is one. If I am making chili, I will use Red Gold or whatever is on sale. If I am making marinara, soup, etc. and it isn't tomato season to use good, sweet, fresh ones - I use San Marzano. I guess it really isn't a brand, but a type. Either way, I am loyal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I make soup, I make enough for a couple meals. So I use two 28 oz. cans of tomatoes and one jar of roasted red bell peppers (if I don't have any fresh ones I can roast myself, which is always preferred).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9UoYmUXM7o/TqSFONDw1uI/AAAAAAAADjs/NUQjk8-GOaA/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9UoYmUXM7o/TqSFONDw1uI/AAAAAAAADjs/NUQjk8-GOaA/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I add 2 T sugar and&amp;nbsp;2 T. Italian seasoning. If it is summer and I have an herb garden I would add fresh at the end, but I'd still add dry during the simmering part. Remember, dry early - fresh late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let this simmer for at least an hour. Mine simmered today for about 4 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-do8BOoSshJ8/TqSFSLBYADI/AAAAAAAADj0/f53E5-aHcUY/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-do8BOoSshJ8/TqSFSLBYADI/AAAAAAAADj0/f53E5-aHcUY/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are ready to serve, the soup needs pureed. You can use a blender or a food processor, or like me, use an immersion blender. Mix until smooth. Then I add about a cup of 1/2 and 1/2 and 2 T. goat cheese. If you didn't have goat cheese, cream cheese would work, but I like the nuttiness and sharpness of goat cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hu5n3BVHDo/TqSFWfOi4AI/AAAAAAAADj8/_710TlIj_Vc/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hu5n3BVHDo/TqSFWfOi4AI/AAAAAAAADj8/_710TlIj_Vc/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jG9Ljdl41sg/TqSF3btj0AI/AAAAAAAADks/briCVohH810/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jG9Ljdl41sg/TqSF3btj0AI/AAAAAAAADks/briCVohH810/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can serve it and slurp it down at this point. But you know I don't leave well enough alone. I like to garnish with&amp;nbsp;a few drops of good balsamic vinegar and a little more 1/2 and 1/2. The key here is GOOD balsamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy two kinds of balsamic. The first is mid-range priced and I use it for sauces, dressings, marinades, etc. The other is upper-range (as high as I can afford at the time). This is the GOOD stuff. Thick, dark and rich like molasses. This is what I put on my soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdXJX3E7wnY/TqSFegAuQ9I/AAAAAAAADkM/KuzzghoCGwQ/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdXJX3E7wnY/TqSFegAuQ9I/AAAAAAAADkM/KuzzghoCGwQ/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz-OuFg999Q/TqSFhioJSOI/AAAAAAAADkU/wFj-kyRffP0/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz-OuFg999Q/TqSFhioJSOI/AAAAAAAADkU/wFj-kyRffP0/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common to serve grilled cheese with tomato soup. The cafeteria lunch lady can't be wrong. But what about serving grilled cheese croutons IN your soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvekLfrZgfA/TqSFwLh9mwI/AAAAAAAADkk/ApnxcSHVr1k/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvekLfrZgfA/TqSFwLh9mwI/AAAAAAAADkk/ApnxcSHVr1k/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually my grilled cheese sandwich is one of the few times I actually use american cheese. It melts very creamy and makes a great sandwich. However, for this purpose I'd like the cheese to be a little firmer, so I used a cheddar/colby mix. Then I just cut it into squares and topped the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvJfgDguAN4/TqSGGtzxMtI/AAAAAAAADk8/oil8XMK_wjE/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvJfgDguAN4/TqSGGtzxMtI/AAAAAAAADk8/oil8XMK_wjE/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for a cool, wet Sunday afternoon, or anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7181797286417196420?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7181797286417196420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7181797286417196420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7181797286417196420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7181797286417196420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/lunch-lady-favorites.html' title='Lunch Lady Favorites'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwjt2wmZGKE/TqSFbAX-jqI/AAAAAAAADkE/58_JUyGPwz0/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-2471668706755931531</id><published>2011-10-21T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:46:05.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Caramely Goodness</title><content type='html'>So good you'll slap your mama and your eyes will roll back in your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/342164051/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;this recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on Pinterest. I am telling you people, if you haven't visited this AMAZING site yet - well, I don't think we can't be friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDCBWOUo1c/TqIttK4xQOI/AAAAAAAADjE/jXlAT5Ib1nw/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDCBWOUo1c/TqIttK4xQOI/AAAAAAAADjE/jXlAT5Ib1nw/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrXEqKP4I3w/TqIt07PqJcI/AAAAAAAADjM/72GeNM9lJ6g/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrXEqKP4I3w/TqIt07PqJcI/AAAAAAAADjM/72GeNM9lJ6g/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uQY-8GKBTw/TqIuGoshCQI/AAAAAAAADjU/8ncIFSuw6DM/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uQY-8GKBTw/TqIuGoshCQI/AAAAAAAADjU/8ncIFSuw6DM/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Gf_BFquQ8I/TqIuMpuK_GI/AAAAAAAADjc/Kf4LHo5Buw4/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Gf_BFquQ8I/TqIuMpuK_GI/AAAAAAAADjc/Kf4LHo5Buw4/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-2471668706755931531?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/2471668706755931531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=2471668706755931531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2471668706755931531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2471668706755931531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/caramely-goodness.html' title='Caramely Goodness'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMDCBWOUo1c/TqIttK4xQOI/AAAAAAAADjE/jXlAT5Ib1nw/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-4616910108917082264</id><published>2011-10-17T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:39:00.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techie'/><title type='text'>Flip or Flop</title><content type='html'>I have had a flip camera for several years now and I like the convenience but I wish I had more control over focus, etc. Every time I think I am going to research a more advanced digital camera, I get lost in the rabbit hole that is "&lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=digital-camcorders"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;click here for compact digital cameras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" on various sites. I just wish I could find a resource that gave unbiased information in a less technical manner. User information, not engineer information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-4616910108917082264?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/4616910108917082264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=4616910108917082264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4616910108917082264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4616910108917082264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/flip-or-flop.html' title='Flip or Flop'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7426452615761654356</id><published>2011-10-16T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:28:00.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I have completed yet another project inspired by Pinterest. If you haven't taken time to check this site out, I have to question your priorities. Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was easy but I like the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crayons + hot glue + canvas board + heat = cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9Ykd9NuRgg/TprcVghRQ6I/AAAAAAAADis/LachcV8k6Wc/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9Ykd9NuRgg/TprcVghRQ6I/AAAAAAAADis/LachcV8k6Wc/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8nG9tUg1p8/TprcYpuGkxI/AAAAAAAADi0/NZ5SW2XrsOA/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8nG9tUg1p8/TprcYpuGkxI/AAAAAAAADi0/NZ5SW2XrsOA/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5BuFV4DwPk/TprccRpGriI/AAAAAAAADi8/FJlVYdVQfIk/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5BuFV4DwPk/TprccRpGriI/AAAAAAAADi8/FJlVYdVQfIk/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-7426452615761654356?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7426452615761654356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7426452615761654356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7426452615761654356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7426452615761654356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9Ykd9NuRgg/TprcVghRQ6I/AAAAAAAADis/LachcV8k6Wc/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-121325259679314059</id><published>2011-10-16T11:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:33:00.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pies, Cakes and Ice Cream, Oh My</title><content type='html'>I can't remember the last time I needed to &lt;a href="http://www.berries.com/birthday-cakes-delivered-SBK"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;order a birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but I do know that the days of Wal-mart cakes are way behind me. I certainly prefer to make my own from scratch, but there are a few exceptions. Here in Louisville, there is an amazing place called the Homemade Pie Kitchen or as we refer to it - the pie shop. Besides awesome homemade pies (my favorite is Caramel Apple) and homemade ice cream, they make some amazing cakes, my favorite being Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite place to buy a cake and what kind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-121325259679314059?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/121325259679314059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=121325259679314059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/121325259679314059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/121325259679314059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/pies-cakes-and-ice-cream-oh-my.html' title='Pies, Cakes and Ice Cream, Oh My'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3315228915605526086</id><published>2011-10-16T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:27:57.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Creative Tip #10,349</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I might be exaggerating a tad, but this tip is worth saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWIICjFhezI/TprbX-dCrDI/AAAAAAAADik/yKHAvxAJGMM/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWIICjFhezI/TprbX-dCrDI/AAAAAAAADik/yKHAvxAJGMM/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these cute little mini pumpkin pies. Standard recipe, nothing fancy here. Why fix something that isn't broke? But instead of cutting out circles for the crust, I used a flower cookie cutter and it gave me a nice scalloped edge, but best of all - no folds or wrinkles in the crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IY6OvnyEzuI/TprbUeU0q5I/AAAAAAAADic/4NK3TqVAz_I/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IY6OvnyEzuI/TprbUeU0q5I/AAAAAAAADic/4NK3TqVAz_I/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqfJF5ttu2A/TpraubIK93I/AAAAAAAADiE/iZvmmUHWSxI/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqfJF5ttu2A/TpraubIK93I/AAAAAAAADiE/iZvmmUHWSxI/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7WyaVbOVFgk/TpraxwfaDSI/AAAAAAAADiM/JNy0nQwOm_o/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7WyaVbOVFgk/TpraxwfaDSI/AAAAAAAADiM/JNy0nQwOm_o/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is the simple things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-3315228915605526086?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3315228915605526086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3315228915605526086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3315228915605526086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3315228915605526086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/creative-tip-10349.html' title='Creative Tip #10,349'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWIICjFhezI/TprbX-dCrDI/AAAAAAAADik/yKHAvxAJGMM/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-4256470308089519524</id><published>2011-10-15T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:46:57.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Struggle</title><content type='html'>When I get invited to attend a party or event where I need to take a dish, I panic a little. I know that sounds odd, but I feel like I've cooked so many different things I should take something great -- but what? I can't just show up with a veggie tray. People expect more. I expect more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook. I love to experiment. I love parties. Why should this bother me so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-4256470308089519524?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/4256470308089519524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=4256470308089519524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4256470308089519524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4256470308089519524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/my-struggle.html' title='My Struggle'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1662769623973283884</id><published>2011-10-02T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T16:55:26.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Moment of Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i7e8P601ZAs/TojETc7xG8I/AAAAAAAADiA/AUvWCYlST5Y/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i7e8P601ZAs/TojETc7xG8I/AAAAAAAADiA/AUvWCYlST5Y/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany. No solution to the energy crisis here or path to world peace, but I like it when pieces of my life come together and make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been craving cinnamon rolls. You already know this if you follow me on Facebook or work with me (yes, I am referring to you). The craving didn't pass in a few days so I had to do something about it. I starting perusing cinnamon roll recipes when I recognized a common denominator. The dough recipes were all very similar to my mother's yeast roll recipe I use at every holiday. Its official name is Golden Cake Bread and was a $250,000 Pillsbury recipe sometime in the 50's. I know why. It really is that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made cinnamon rolls using the yeast roll recipe for the dough and filled them with all things good - butter, walnuts, cinnamon, sugar, and more butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAffE9SbARY/TojDlyUrFkI/AAAAAAAADhc/FxszZ8c1kkw/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAffE9SbARY/TojDlyUrFkI/AAAAAAAADhc/FxszZ8c1kkw/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xe27SVLsIRc/TojDqi3VnXI/AAAAAAAADhg/lIt5KSh2uDY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xe27SVLsIRc/TojDqi3VnXI/AAAAAAAADhg/lIt5KSh2uDY/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxB0ksmAfTk/TojDy7c7ZOI/AAAAAAAADho/-wC6YWTQQrQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxB0ksmAfTk/TojDy7c7ZOI/AAAAAAAADho/-wC6YWTQQrQ/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the dough raise twice and then rolled the dough out and filled it, sliced and loaded them into 2 - 9x13 pans. Covered them with plastic and put in frig. This morning when my husband got up at the crack of dawn, he found a note on the refrigerator that asked him every so sweetly to set rolls out on the counter. Okay, it wasn't really sweet, it just said "put rolls on counter". But he knew what his reward would be so he followed directions. Sometimes he does this. Sometimes he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcr9XoKlisg/TojDtY1WZYI/AAAAAAAADhk/ASNeCvj4c28/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcr9XoKlisg/TojDtY1WZYI/AAAAAAAADhk/ASNeCvj4c28/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then brush with butter, again.&lt;br /&gt;Put in refrigerator overnight, or you can let them raise at this point. I let them raise in the morning for a couple hours and then baked at 350 for about 25 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCUzjlv3mSc/TojD8FiMU_I/AAAAAAAADhs/j4bvrsTgVIk/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCUzjlv3mSc/TojD8FiMU_I/AAAAAAAADhs/j4bvrsTgVIk/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6gMIBFvvnU/TojEAcvBuII/AAAAAAAADhw/OWWFKG-MOwU/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6gMIBFvvnU/TojEAcvBuII/AAAAAAAADhw/OWWFKG-MOwU/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyByYOuRe8U/TojEE1ZcbdI/AAAAAAAADh0/CF5MmWDMTCs/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyByYOuRe8U/TojEE1ZcbdI/AAAAAAAADh0/CF5MmWDMTCs/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhsMatMsEQI/TojEL8gIe3I/AAAAAAAADh4/dUH8yhUwc_Q/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhsMatMsEQI/TojEL8gIe3I/AAAAAAAADh4/dUH8yhUwc_Q/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ko-Sjh1wgQE/TojEQter1HI/AAAAAAAADh8/0ID3KN2KPCQ/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ko-Sjh1wgQE/TojEQter1HI/AAAAAAAADh8/0ID3KN2KPCQ/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Oh. Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were so&amp;nbsp;yummy topped with cream cheese icing while they were still warm so it melted and got all gooey. It makes a lot of rolls. So I packed up some for my friend Kat, who just became a first time grandma this weekend and some for my friend Charlotte who was lending me some tables for my rummage sale. &lt;a href="http://www.my-trap-door.com/2010/06/foster-10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Charlotte adopted Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last year so as a bonus, we got to love on him when we picked up tables and dropped off rolls. AND being the wonderful person she is, she sent me home some Lemon Blossoms of which I've never had before but fell in immediately love with. It is like a pastry swap - OMG! Wouldn't that be a fantastic thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Golden Cake  Bread&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  package Active Dry Yeast&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup warm water&lt;br /&gt;1 t. sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup hot scalded  milk&lt;br /&gt;1 cup butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 slightly beaten eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 to 4  1/2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small bowl or measuring cup, proof the yeast in the  warm water and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the milk, butter and sugar in a large bowl and allow  to cool to lukewarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir in 2 slightly beaten eggs, the vanilla, salt  and yeast mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually add the flour to form a stiff batter,  beating well after each addition.  Cover and allow to rise in a warm place until  light and doubled in size, about 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat down the dough and let it  rise again until doubled in size, about 3/4 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide the dough into rolls and put in well greased 9x13 inch pan.  Let rise in warm place, about  3/4 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake in a 350*F oven 25 to 30 minutes  until golden brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1662769623973283884?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1662769623973283884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1662769623973283884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1662769623973283884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1662769623973283884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/moment-of-inspiration.html' title='Moment of Inspiration'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i7e8P601ZAs/TojETc7xG8I/AAAAAAAADiA/AUvWCYlST5Y/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8499857868390925241</id><published>2011-10-01T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:31:00.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Num Num Num</title><content type='html'>That is pretty much the sound you could hear coming from our living room this evening as we devoured our pot stickers and rice. Sounds fairly boring, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this an unpaid endorsement for the rice cooker. It really does make a difference. It is that fuzzy logic at work (whatever the hell that is). Damn Japanese. Too smart for their own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rice was just what I had in the house, like most times, and it turned out awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twYJdKjPBOI/ToZgpspiMqI/AAAAAAAADhQ/bivsCYDGVzM/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twYJdKjPBOI/ToZgpspiMqI/AAAAAAAADhQ/bivsCYDGVzM/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V82nzmp2LWk/ToZgs2EhKoI/AAAAAAAADhU/oQDe9iWTsvk/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V82nzmp2LWk/ToZgs2EhKoI/AAAAAAAADhU/oQDe9iWTsvk/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6gLeU6cutM/ToZgv194vVI/AAAAAAAADhY/WoE6Y8_Od3A/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6gLeU6cutM/ToZgv194vVI/AAAAAAAADhY/WoE6Y8_Od3A/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jasmine rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chicken broth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;minced ginger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;honey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tumeric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dried cherries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toasted slivered almonds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pot stickers were courtesy of Costco. But I really love them 'em. They are easy to cook - 10 minutes and you are done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8499857868390925241?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8499857868390925241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8499857868390925241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8499857868390925241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8499857868390925241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/num-num-num.html' title='Num Num Num'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twYJdKjPBOI/ToZgpspiMqI/AAAAAAAADhQ/bivsCYDGVzM/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6210030038502678218</id><published>2011-10-01T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T08:25:00.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Lasagna Cups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOb7QeODrn8/ToZevJ0znEI/AAAAAAAADhE/KYkm65soxiM/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOb7QeODrn8/ToZevJ0znEI/AAAAAAAADhE/KYkm65soxiM/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never make regular lasagna again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uq485qMvj2Q/ToZe1cxg4nI/AAAAAAAADhI/g80Y24hpM90/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uq485qMvj2Q/ToZe1cxg4nI/AAAAAAAADhI/g80Y24hpM90/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run over to &lt;a href="http://www.kevinandamanda.com/recipes/dinner/mini-lasagna-cups.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Kevin &amp;amp; Amanda's Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and get the recipe....now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJyVfWz68JQ/ToZe5Ri8WtI/AAAAAAAADhM/2GMzDey47c0/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJyVfWz68JQ/ToZe5Ri8WtI/AAAAAAAADhM/2GMzDey47c0/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-6210030038502678218?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6210030038502678218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6210030038502678218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6210030038502678218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6210030038502678218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/10/lasagna-cups.html' title='Lasagna Cups'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOb7QeODrn8/ToZevJ0znEI/AAAAAAAADhE/KYkm65soxiM/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6216084548446967304</id><published>2011-09-30T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:23:24.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GBFNRYgPq8/ToZcsgjTfdI/AAAAAAAADg4/yYM2rJ76Q2w/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GBFNRYgPq8/ToZcsgjTfdI/AAAAAAAADg4/yYM2rJ76Q2w/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUGAukAq1oM/ToZcvGPQ3GI/AAAAAAAADg8/td11wLWCXrw/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUGAukAq1oM/ToZcvGPQ3GI/AAAAAAAADg8/td11wLWCXrw/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband doesn't like omelets, but he loves fritatas. What the hell is the difference? I think he is just being picky with the mission to drive me crazy. Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our breakfast started with thinly&amp;nbsp;sliced yukon gold potatoes sauteing in the skillet with some olive oil. One layer of potatoes covering the bottom of the skillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix 6 eggs (I have eggs I need to use) with some 1/2-1/2, chopped basil, salt and pepper. When&amp;nbsp;your potatoes have slightly browned edges, pour your eggs over the potatoes, sprinkle some shredded cheese (your choice, we used colby) over the eggs,&amp;nbsp;lower your heat and cover for several minutes until the eggs are&amp;nbsp;done to your liking. Me? Done. Dead. No wobbly gook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top with sliced tomatoes. I used our very last fresh tomato from the upside down hanging planter for the season. It was deep red and meaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully slide/guide the fritata out of the skillet onto a plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time&amp;nbsp;you decide whether to share or not. I won't judge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6bgnPoMb_A/ToZcxxZrMgI/AAAAAAAADhA/uiOwg6kL7tg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6bgnPoMb_A/ToZcxxZrMgI/AAAAAAAADhA/uiOwg6kL7tg/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-6216084548446967304?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6216084548446967304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6216084548446967304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6216084548446967304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6216084548446967304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GBFNRYgPq8/ToZcsgjTfdI/AAAAAAAADg4/yYM2rJ76Q2w/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-298405491662341466</id><published>2011-09-24T16:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T16:48:57.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Project Completed</title><content type='html'>I used to be quite crafty, artsy-fartsy, whatever you want to call it. But life, work, dogs, and whatever has taken my attention in the past few years. I realized this when I discovered Pinterest. I immediately felt that tug to go create something, no matter how minuscule or slight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband put the planks together for me and over the past two weekends I have sanded, painted, sanded and stenciled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy with&amp;nbsp;the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvKK-OUpa0Q/Tn5Ar9tordI/AAAAAAAADgg/9yYXld23ANk/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvKK-OUpa0Q/Tn5Ar9tordI/AAAAAAAADgg/9yYXld23ANk/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OoJILNEyoOY/Tn5AzdzJOII/AAAAAAAADgk/NvrhDq-OVNY/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OoJILNEyoOY/Tn5AzdzJOII/AAAAAAAADgk/NvrhDq-OVNY/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKA6Mf-LCNM/Tn5BSYJdX7I/AAAAAAAADgo/i3DcDz-Vh6g/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKA6Mf-LCNM/Tn5BSYJdX7I/AAAAAAAADgo/i3DcDz-Vh6g/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5bsEa-6OKA/Tn5BWFLEWeI/AAAAAAAADgs/6-7aHvMbI1o/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5bsEa-6OKA/Tn5BWFLEWeI/AAAAAAAADgs/6-7aHvMbI1o/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7cK0QMo8iI/Tn5BZ_BcK4I/AAAAAAAADgw/jPGrOYcYzzE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7cK0QMo8iI/Tn5BZ_BcK4I/AAAAAAAADgw/jPGrOYcYzzE/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxFjC4rFvUU/Tn5BchyUKUI/AAAAAAAADg0/cq40Lf2Yz1M/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxFjC4rFvUU/Tn5BchyUKUI/AAAAAAAADg0/cq40Lf2Yz1M/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-298405491662341466?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/298405491662341466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=298405491662341466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/298405491662341466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/298405491662341466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/project-completed.html' title='Project Completed'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvKK-OUpa0Q/Tn5Ar9tordI/AAAAAAAADgg/9yYXld23ANk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3833626561156433326</id><published>2011-09-23T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:31:00.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Dessert Party - Want to come?</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to have a Christmas Dessert Party with a table scape that looked like it came straight from Fantasia or Willy Wonka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do it this year. You are all invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;nbsp;is photos&amp;nbsp;like these that motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp-uRiDkWUk/TntxOATDhcI/AAAAAAAADf0/T5ZWIhOR7RM/s1600/green+dessert+table+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp-uRiDkWUk/TntxOATDhcI/AAAAAAAADf0/T5ZWIhOR7RM/s1600/green+dessert+table+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--szml0CnCiw/TntxRO32snI/AAAAAAAADf4/PCE_Tc5BRNg/s1600/black_and_yellow_wedding1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--szml0CnCiw/TntxRO32snI/AAAAAAAADf4/PCE_Tc5BRNg/s320/black_and_yellow_wedding1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5G4zVf6vyfc/TntzOw0DkwI/AAAAAAAADgY/GsnVXLl5SL4/s320/stem-parties-dessert-table.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-3833626561156433326?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3833626561156433326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3833626561156433326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3833626561156433326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3833626561156433326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/christmas-dessert-party-want-to-come.html' title='Christmas Dessert Party - Want to come?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp-uRiDkWUk/TntxOATDhcI/AAAAAAAADf0/T5ZWIhOR7RM/s72-c/green+dessert+table+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5958922021280842276</id><published>2011-09-22T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:30:56.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Gold Walls, Bart Simpson, and Eggs in My Head</title><content type='html'>Musing from my genius co-worker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day in 1554 - Francisco Vásquez Coronado dies without finding the fabled city of gold. This poor guy, along with 300 soldiers and 800 indigenous "volunteers", traipsed across what is now New Mexico, Arizona, Texas, Oklahoma, and even into Kansas looking for a city with walls made of pure gold. He never found anything except some adobe huts. City walls are typically built for fortification and need to be really solid, right? Didn't they have engineers in 1554? I'm no expert (as if that's ever stopped me from giving my opinion), but gold is very heavy. Do you know how big the footers would have to be to support a city wall made of gold? Me either, but I bet it would be ginormous, and not at all feasible. Coronado's quest has a modern parallel. It's not unlike dragging bunches of soldiers across Iraq looking for weapons of mass destruction, except that time the huts were made of stone, but the results were eerily similar. My advice to people who are inclined to go off on epic quests is the same as Homer Simpson gave to Bart, "If something's hard to do, then it's not worth doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope an animal never bores a hole in my head and lays its eggs there because I might think I have a good idea but its really just the eggs hatching. (Jack Handey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5958922021280842276?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5958922021280842276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5958922021280842276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5958922021280842276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5958922021280842276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/gold-walls-bart-simpson-and-eggs-in-my.html' title='Gold Walls, Bart Simpson, and Eggs in My Head'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-2579784998248650098</id><published>2011-09-21T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:47:00.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sobering Thoughts</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine lost her&amp;nbsp;husband very unexpectedly in the last year. I have admired her courage and strength to pick up the pieces and try to move forward, if not for her, but for their children. Through it all she has had some humorous moments that help make the less-than humorous moments doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching her handle the paperwork fiasco of death certificates, banks, and insurance makes me sad and a bit apprehensive. Are we prepared? Do we have the coverage we need? Do we even know where the paperwork is if we are suddenly in her shoes? Do we have enough &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/term-life-insurance/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;term life insurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;either through work or privately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to put together a box. Let's call it the "death box". I want all our paperwork, information, etc. in one spot for whoever is left. I think I will put in banking information (since ours are separate), bill information (someone has to still pay), and maybe even our wishes for the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to have this conversation with the hubby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-2579784998248650098?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/2579784998248650098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=2579784998248650098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2579784998248650098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2579784998248650098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/sobering-thoughts.html' title='Sobering Thoughts'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-9074818819648119197</id><published>2011-09-21T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:47:24.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Gettin' Crafty</title><content type='html'>I blame it on &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinterest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living life just as lazy as I could when all of a sudden I have the urge to create, paint, and yes, even sew. There surely is a 12 step program for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually mid-way through one project that I share with you upon completion. But lately I seem drawn to holiday decorating projects - mainly Christmas holiday decorating. Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/216259988_z6VkVavr_c.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/211314815_hzX8OKYz_c.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/184011347_SIAJmmQf_c.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-9074818819648119197?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/9074818819648119197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=9074818819648119197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/9074818819648119197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/9074818819648119197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/gettin-crafty.html' title='Gettin&apos; Crafty'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-4632261464735595733</id><published>2011-09-15T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:16:00.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Didn't they stop making Hummers? I thought they went away with Saturns, Saabs, Oldsmobiles and Pontiacs during the automobile economic chernobyl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I get emails advertising &lt;a href="http://www.carid.com/hummer-floor-mats/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;hummer custom floor mats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Stupid question. I also get emails for the perfect weight loss pill, penis enlargements, and prescription drugs from Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't the penis enlargements come from Canada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just askin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-4632261464735595733?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/4632261464735595733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=4632261464735595733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4632261464735595733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4632261464735595733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7922839978506035301</id><published>2011-09-15T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:12:00.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>Arrrgghhh!</title><content type='html'>My cell phone is&amp;nbsp;dieing. I think if they make you sign a 2-year agreement, you should get a phone that lasts 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even bought a new battery, but it never lasts more than 24 hours (without any phone calls being made) on one charge. If someone sends me a multi-media text (I wish they would STOP DOING THAT), it is gone immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need one of those &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=signal_boosters"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;wilson cell booster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;thingies? Or just a new phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7922839978506035301?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7922839978506035301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7922839978506035301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7922839978506035301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7922839978506035301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/arrrgghhh.html' title='Arrrgghhh!'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7341782325270195802</id><published>2011-09-15T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:05:00.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Adult Popsicles</title><content type='html'>Don't these just look lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/192576865_En5Anfun_c.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scentofgreenbananas.blogspot.com/2005/10/ice-candy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And sound easy to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make some. I am thinking pineapple basil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7341782325270195802?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7341782325270195802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7341782325270195802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7341782325270195802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7341782325270195802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/adult-popsicles.html' title='Adult Popsicles'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-9172326404851633151</id><published>2011-09-15T12:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:15:00.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>Before you say anything, no, I haven't started yet. I can't get my head around that until at least after Halloween. But I was thinking about a few people on that list the other day and had a good idea. I immediately wrote it down because when the time does come, I will not have remembered it at all. Because, you see, I am senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come shopping time, I will see that so and so likes to smoke a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/brand/avo+classic+cigars"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;avo cigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Go buy some. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could do that for say household chores. Go sweep. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-9172326404851633151?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/9172326404851633151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=9172326404851633151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/9172326404851633151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/9172326404851633151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-4591201917288605519</id><published>2011-09-15T12:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:09:23.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>New Addiction</title><content type='html'>If you&amp;nbsp;haven't discovered Pinterest yet. I have to ask - why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find great DIY projects like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/196155245_aQp93UIA_c.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or delicious looking recipes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/196220956_JIXr1gQ5_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be invited to make your own boards and save things, so if you want an invite - just ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: I feel it is only fair to warn you, it is very addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-4591201917288605519?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/4591201917288605519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=4591201917288605519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4591201917288605519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4591201917288605519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/new-addiction.html' title='New Addiction'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6523876268997874004</id><published>2011-09-12T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:53:00.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Money Trees</title><content type='html'>I confess. I have depended on credit in some form or another most of my life. But I am still saddened and surprised by the thoughtless efforts people put in to getting cash. "Cash" today stores show up on every street corner like lemonade stands of the 50's and pawn shops are beyond popular, they are now glorified on television shows. Did you know you can now basically "pawn" your car title for cash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were in dire straits,various states allow you to apply for &lt;a href="http://www.turbotitleloan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;car title loans New Jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;being one. Well, I guess they don't really care if you are in dire straits. I just wish people gave more thought to their actions of today - money-wise and other. Myself included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-6523876268997874004?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6523876268997874004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6523876268997874004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6523876268997874004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6523876268997874004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/money-trees.html' title='Money Trees'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5812028436608434412</id><published>2011-09-12T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:50:51.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Homicidal Maniacs, Richard Nixon, and Other Upstanding Folk</title><content type='html'>More musings from my genius friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day in 1974 Gerald Ford pardons Richard Nixon for crimes he may have committed during his time in office. Good Trivial Pursuit question: Gerald Ford is the only person to have served as both Vice President and President without having been elected to either office. He was appointed VP after Spiro Agnew was forced to resign in disgrace for income tax evasion and political corruption. Ford became President upon the resignation of Nixon, who was forced to resign in disgrace for his involvement in the Watergate scandal. Lots of scandals and disgrace back in the early 1970’s. I’m glad the current generation of politicians are honorable, trustworthy, loyal folk who put their concern for America and her citizens ahead of their own agenda. Speaking of concern for America, Ford’s pardoning of Nixon was an act of political suicide. In 2001, the Kennedy Library Foundation awarded Ford its Profile in Courage Award for pardoning Nixon. The Foundation said Ford placed his love of country ahead of his own political future and brought needed closure to the divisive Watergate affair. Ford left politics after losing the 1976 presidential election to Democrat Jimmy Carter. Ford died on December 26, 2006, at the age of 93.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You say homicidal maniac; I say aggressive go getter. Tomato/tomatoh.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5812028436608434412?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5812028436608434412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5812028436608434412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5812028436608434412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5812028436608434412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/homicidal-maniacs-richard-nixon-and.html' title='Homicidal Maniacs, Richard Nixon, and Other Upstanding Folk'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7069519298922637655</id><published>2011-09-12T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:46:49.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Not a Sprint Race</title><content type='html'>So it has been awhile since I mentioned those three words.....&lt;a href="http://bestweightlosspills.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;weight loss pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we'd all like to find a magic pill, in the end we know what it takes. My husband has been so disciplined lately. He walks the dogs twice a day (1 mile each time) and rarely chooses sweets as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that shows you that it is little changes we can make that help make the marathon worth running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7069519298922637655?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7069519298922637655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7069519298922637655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7069519298922637655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7069519298922637655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/not-sprint-race.html' title='Not a Sprint Race'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6656386801484893328</id><published>2011-09-12T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:43:06.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Training Schmaining</title><content type='html'>I sat through a training at work today for webinar/&lt;a href="http://www.zipconferencing.com/conference-calls.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;conference call equipment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Can we all say "boring"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did wonder though if we ran real meetings in the orderly fashion we run webinars and conference calls - would they be more productive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest feature was the "Mute All" button. Wouldn't you just die for one of those in a live meeting? When people start talking over each other and get louder and louder....you just press "Mute All" and they go silent. Still animated, but silent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-6656386801484893328?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6656386801484893328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6656386801484893328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6656386801484893328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6656386801484893328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/training-schmaining.html' title='Training Schmaining'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6521346320297629039</id><published>2011-09-09T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:04:43.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Puppy Photos</title><content type='html'>I've shared many photos of our dogs with you over the years. My husband's photographic skills continue to amaze me, especially where the dogs are concerned. We have had many of his photos made into portraits and he even donated one to a fundraisers our rescue organization held and it raised good cash in the silent auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I convinced him to let me showcase them all in one place. That is how &lt;a href="http://www.puppypixels.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Puppy Pixels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit frequently. You will always leave happier. Puppies have that affect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-6521346320297629039?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6521346320297629039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6521346320297629039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6521346320297629039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6521346320297629039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/09/puppy-photos.html' title='Puppy Photos'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-2773776287292250448</id><published>2011-08-31T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:55:00.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Witty Friends</title><content type='html'>On this day in 325, the Council of Nicaea concluded with the establishment of the Holy Trinity. You know, that whole Nicene Creed thing1. Let me disabuse you of any notion you may have that this creed was unanimously approved. Quite the contrary. Like any good council, this one was convened because of a crisis in the early church. Arius, an Alexandrian priest, questioned the full divinity of Christ because, unlike God, Christ was born and had a beginning. Other groups with more power disagreed with Arius, and their side was ultimately successful. So basically the Nicene Creed is faith defined by a committee. No big tent for this belief, no siree Bob. Believe it and you’re “in”, don’t believe it and you’re “out”, and by out, they meant really out Over the years, other controversies arose as to whether or not the Holy Spirit proceeds from the Father only or from both the Father and Son, finally contributing to the Great Schism between the Eastern Orthodox and Roman Catholic churches around 1054. Not surprisingly, I’ve always liked knowing what the heretics had to say on just about any issue of faith. Maybe it’s part of my predisposition to root for the underdog or my quest to subvert the dominant paradigm (which are just a lot of foo-foo words to say I kind of enjoy being a contrary curmudgeon). Quite often I find more resonance with the voices of the heretics. Over the years, and with gracious pastoral support, I’ve learned to love the questions. Like plenty of others, I’ve learned that you can confidently consider yourself a Christian and do the work God calls us to do whether or not you know for sure how many angels can dance on the head of a pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget National Payroll week, September 5-9. Remember, America works because payroll professionals are working for America. Have you hugged a payroll professional today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Thought: Some people dream of success. Other people live to crush those dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-2773776287292250448?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/2773776287292250448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=2773776287292250448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2773776287292250448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2773776287292250448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/08/witty-friends.html' title='Witty Friends'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1519742003703742846</id><published>2011-08-31T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:46:00.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Position of Power</title><content type='html'>I wish once in my life I had a job that wielded power. I don't mean that demonic or hateful, just wish I had the opportunity to make some changes. I also don't mean a job like the CEO of AT&amp;amp;T where you are the first one that gets sacked when the stocks go down. That is much more of an ego job. I want a job that gives me the flexibility to change people's lives, even for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a job with an airline where I can randomly choose who gets upgraded to first class for no reason. It is such a surprise when that happens. Or maybe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hospitalityjobsite.com/jobsearch/travel-hospitality/lodging/default.asp?job=room+director"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Room Director Jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;where when you check in they put you in the Presidential Suite because it is available and you have been nice. What a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of that movie "It Could Happen to You", where the cop and the waitress take their lottery winnings and do fun, surprising things for people like free subway tokens and rent Yankee stadium for the little leaguers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy Island - maybe that is really what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1519742003703742846?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1519742003703742846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1519742003703742846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1519742003703742846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1519742003703742846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/08/position-of-power.html' title='Position of Power'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5567179335422476353</id><published>2011-08-30T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:44:14.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Foreign Territory</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I rode my bike all the time. I swear there were days I ate lunch riding my bike in the summer. It was the first thing I thought about doing when I got up and only came home at dusk because my mother was hollering for me down the street. Her favorite phrase was "homeward bound".&amp;nbsp; Hee, hee. That made me warm and fuzzy inside to remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wore a helmet riding my bike. I am not saying it is wrong to, just saying I lived without it. No one in my generation did. Of course, we didn't use seat belts either. Not saying either was the wisest choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to buy a gift and on my list are &lt;a href="http://www.theequestriancorner.com/page/949031"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;equestrian helmets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I could probably pick out a bicycle helmet, but I am lost in this world. Any advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5567179335422476353?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5567179335422476353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5567179335422476353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5567179335422476353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5567179335422476353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/08/foreign-territory.html' title='Foreign Territory'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3554572180732519697</id><published>2011-08-21T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T10:27:51.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Cleaning House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ciaZoXhtGlo/TlEN_b8EpTI/AAAAAAAADfk/cfM9w1X542Q/s1600/lanterns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ciaZoXhtGlo/TlEN_b8EpTI/AAAAAAAADfk/cfM9w1X542Q/s320/lanterns.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_9YzDhuAjs/TlEOH_gtEnI/AAAAAAAADfo/6qguorfDp8g/s1600/medteardrops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_9YzDhuAjs/TlEOH_gtEnI/AAAAAAAADfo/6qguorfDp8g/s320/medteardrops.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzXhu8M61EY/TlEVRj5t25I/AAAAAAAADfs/HBRgG4KpNy4/s1600/140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzXhu8M61EY/TlEVRj5t25I/AAAAAAAADfs/HBRgG4KpNy4/s1600/140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHXbWECBnJ4/TlEVil0YHVI/AAAAAAAADfw/IOeDJMJ6yMU/s1600/%2524%2528KGrHqYOKi%2521E4YU8%2529%2528G%2528BONt1HTQig%257E%257E0_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHXbWECBnJ4/TlEVil0YHVI/AAAAAAAADfw/IOeDJMJ6yMU/s320/%2524%2528KGrHqYOKi%2521E4YU8%2529%2528G%2528BONt1HTQig%257E%257E0_12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted more stuff on eBay. This stuff has got to go. Great deals. &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com/sch/mkvoss/m.html?_trksid=p4340.l2562"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Check them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-3554572180732519697?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3554572180732519697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3554572180732519697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3554572180732519697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3554572180732519697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/08/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning House'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ciaZoXhtGlo/TlEN_b8EpTI/AAAAAAAADfk/cfM9w1X542Q/s72-c/lanterns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5140843921007277361</id><published>2011-08-04T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:46:49.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends with no fear</title><content type='html'>I made this for my friend, Jessica. She actually wore it. Now that is "____ to the walls" fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ObYXHed6u8/Tjr3F2-3MhI/AAAAAAAADfY/XqKB1Lnsg58/s1600/jess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ObYXHed6u8/Tjr3F2-3MhI/AAAAAAAADfY/XqKB1Lnsg58/s320/jess.jpg" t$="true" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Someday I'll tell you the story behind it, but for now just know it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love &lt;a href="http://www.foulmouthshirts.com/funny-t-shirts/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;funny t shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My husband and I are always saying "oh that should be on a shirt". If I were a smart individual, I would write down the funny sayings that prompt that statement. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5140843921007277361?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5140843921007277361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5140843921007277361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5140843921007277361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5140843921007277361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/08/friends-with-no-fear.html' title='Friends with no fear'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ObYXHed6u8/Tjr3F2-3MhI/AAAAAAAADfY/XqKB1Lnsg58/s72-c/jess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5047477627446981299</id><published>2011-07-18T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:24:38.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dirt and Prozac</title><content type='html'>From the genius brain of my colleague and friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On this day in 4 billion BC (give or take 100 million years or so), dirt was created. Dirt takes a while to accumulate enough for it to support life, so it wasn’t like “boom” there you have it, a freshly sodded lawn. The microbes responsible for the creation and care of dirt are very smart and efficient, but very tiny, so it took them a while. Did you know that the microbes in dirt could also help people suffering from depression? Evidently dirt microbes in your body cause more activity in serotonin-producing neurons and higher levels of serotonin in several areas of the brain. The microbes have the exact same effect as antidepressant drugs such as Prozac or Zoloft. OK, this could explain why I have had some bouts of depression over the years. I am compulsive about my desire to not touch dirt or go outdoors off of a sidewalk if there is any way I can possibly avoid it. I guess I’ll just have to go roll in the dirt the next time I’m feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we’re on the subject of dirt, there are some really fascinating creation myths that involve dirt, including this Yoruban creation story. The Yoruba people are an ethnic group in Western Africa. According to Yoruba mythology, the first Yoruba kings were the offspring of the creator, Oduduwa (oh-doo-DOO-wah). A Yoruba king's crown identifies the status of its wearer and gives the king the power to interact with the spirit world in order to benefit his people. A veil, a large face, and a group of birds are commonly appear on a Yoruba king's crown.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Long, long ago, Olorun (OH-low-run), the sky god, lowered a great chain from the heavens to the ancient waters. Down this chain climbed Oduduwa, Olorun's son. Oduduwa brought with him a handful of dirt, a special five-toed chicken, and a palm nut. He threw the dirt upon the ancient waters and set the chicken on the dirt. The chicken busily scratched and scattered the dirt until it formed the first dry earth. In the center of this new world, Oduduwa created the magnificent Ife (EE-fay) kingdom. He planted the palm nut, which grew into a proud tree with 16 branches, symbolizing the 16 sons and grandsons of Oduduwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: Anyone who says having a child was the best moment of their life has obviously never had two Kit-Kat bars fall out of a vending machine at once.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5047477627446981299?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5047477627446981299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5047477627446981299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5047477627446981299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5047477627446981299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/dirt-and-prozac.html' title='Dirt and Prozac'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-4956470362834307716</id><published>2011-07-16T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T16:53:00.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Investment Opportunities</title><content type='html'>With all this eBay posting, I wish there were an easier and faster way to post. When you are selling books or CDs, you can enter bar codes and it finds the info. Not so much for other type of products. The listing process is repetitive when you have as much stuff as I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I had a &lt;a href="http://www.posmicro.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;barcode scanner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the technology was on eBay - I could scan away and sell away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what will I do with an empty closet? Oh the possibilities are endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-4956470362834307716?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/4956470362834307716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=4956470362834307716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4956470362834307716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4956470362834307716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/investment-opportunities.html' title='Investment Opportunities'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-2948732793467481684</id><published>2011-07-16T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T06:49:00.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Clearance Sale</title><content type='html'>I am cleaning out the closets. My years as&amp;nbsp;Southern Living at Home consultant left me with loads of product because I was my best customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HraJG2tmxEU/TiD99Evsi9I/AAAAAAAADfI/DAZiEaIIz8A/s1600/787136585_81d3a8fb9e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HraJG2tmxEU/TiD99Evsi9I/AAAAAAAADfI/DAZiEaIIz8A/s320/787136585_81d3a8fb9e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-QUDUYIkDE/TiD-AZdi84I/AAAAAAAADfM/XJTYroyNh5I/s1600/13050501980001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-QUDUYIkDE/TiD-AZdi84I/AAAAAAAADfM/XJTYroyNh5I/s320/13050501980001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJYoaKz58Vk/TiD-JxNvqtI/AAAAAAAADfQ/vmGotge2KqI/s1600/containers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJYoaKz58Vk/TiD-JxNvqtI/AAAAAAAADfQ/vmGotge2KqI/s320/containers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a lot of shopping at Crate &amp;amp; Barrel's clearance so I have lots of cute little plates and vases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are in the market for some brand new, still in box great decorating items and serving ware - check out&amp;nbsp;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.ebay.com/mkvoss/m.html?_trksid=p4340.l2562"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;eBay page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. More will be added until it is all gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-2948732793467481684?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/2948732793467481684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=2948732793467481684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2948732793467481684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2948732793467481684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/clearance-sale.html' title='Clearance Sale'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HraJG2tmxEU/TiD99Evsi9I/AAAAAAAADfI/DAZiEaIIz8A/s72-c/787136585_81d3a8fb9e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5802847744212028808</id><published>2011-07-16T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T01:43:00.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>Size Matters</title><content type='html'>It seems like micro-technology keeps making things smaller and smaller. Our mobile phones are getting smaller, our computers are following suit, and &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=digital-camcorders"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;compact digital cameras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;are an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have one small enough to put over my ear like a bluetooth. You could inconspicuously take photos with the touch of your finger. No one would know. Oh the things we could record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very spy-like idea. Hmmm... maybe I am a Sherlock in training?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5802847744212028808?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5802847744212028808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5802847744212028808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5802847744212028808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5802847744212028808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/size-matters.html' title='Size Matters'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1888111856748037703</id><published>2011-07-15T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:43:04.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Something to Make You Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Description: []" border="0" dfsrc="cid:image002.jpg@01CC42E1.36E369D0" height="693" id="ecx_x005f_x0000_i1053" src="https://webmail2.insightbb.com/service/home/~/?auth=co&amp;amp;id=6823&amp;amp;part=3" width="489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Description: []" border="0" dfsrc="cid:image010.jpg@01CC42E1.36E369D0" height="692" id="ecx_x005f_x0000_i1061" src="https://webmail2.insightbb.com/service/home/~/?auth=co&amp;amp;id=6823&amp;amp;part=11" width="490" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1888111856748037703?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1888111856748037703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1888111856748037703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1888111856748037703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1888111856748037703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/something-to-make-you-smile.html' title='Something to Make You Smile'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8088166589914954262</id><published>2011-07-15T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T11:57:00.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Flexible and Patient, I am not</title><content type='html'>I've never done yoga. I don't imagine I have the patience or flexibility to pull that off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked on my treadmill every morning this week. And if you know me, you know my mornings are sacred in that I like to sleep as long as I can. Even the dogs are like, "what are you doing up, and what is that horrible noise, and why is the television on so loud (to hear over the treadmill), geez - can't a dog get some sleep". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know they don't sleep all day at all - cough cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to yoga, or not. What is &lt;a href="http://www.sunshineyoga.com/yoga-blocks.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;yoga blocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? I saw them advertised and imagined some timed test to stack blocks while balancing on one leg. Say it isn't so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8088166589914954262?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8088166589914954262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8088166589914954262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8088166589914954262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8088166589914954262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/flexible-and-patient-i-am-not.html' title='Flexible and Patient, I am not'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5370763323352146815</id><published>2011-07-14T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:41:14.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Stylin'</title><content type='html'>I know the decade of the backpack purses have long passed us, but I liked the convenience of having my hands free while shopping. Especially at outdoor markets and craft fairs.&lt;br /&gt;I did find this cute little courier-like bag at &lt;a href="http://www.ccoutdoorstore.com/osprey-backpacks.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Osprey Backpacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It has the storage features of a backpack and the strap length of a messenger bag. So you can remain hands-free and still feel like your stuff is secure. Insert immediate flashback to the movie Burn After Reading. "&lt;span class="ft"&gt;I thought you might be worried about the &lt;strong&gt;security of your&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;!#!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5370763323352146815?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5370763323352146815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5370763323352146815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5370763323352146815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5370763323352146815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/stylin.html' title='Stylin&apos;'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1576525199740772094</id><published>2011-07-14T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:57:23.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>What I Don't Know Won't Hurt Me....I Hope</title><content type='html'>We have always had that triple lettered &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;roadside assistance club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;since we've married. I have never once needed it, but that is a good thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the comment to my husband this weekend about not receiving new cards for awhile. Apparently we haven't had the coverage for over three years. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been nice to know, or not. I didn't worry when I didn't know. Now....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1576525199740772094?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1576525199740772094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1576525199740772094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1576525199740772094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1576525199740772094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/what-i-dont-know-wont-hurt-mei-hope.html' title='What I Don&apos;t Know Won&apos;t Hurt Me....I Hope'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6155358074857465602</id><published>2011-07-14T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T10:02:00.469-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Blueberry Season</title><content type='html'>I love fresh blueberries and I love blueberry season. I have been putting blueberries in everything from pancakes to muffins to salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend brunch was a blueberry bran pancakes with lemon cream sauce. Oh, and bacon of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get one shot before he dove in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFzTNK7VvKI/Thz9s7oOroI/AAAAAAAADe0/DBClWg-PS6Q/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFzTNK7VvKI/Thz9s7oOroI/AAAAAAAADe0/DBClWg-PS6Q/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-6155358074857465602?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6155358074857465602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6155358074857465602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6155358074857465602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6155358074857465602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/blueberry-season.html' title='Blueberry Season'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFzTNK7VvKI/Thz9s7oOroI/AAAAAAAADe0/DBClWg-PS6Q/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8542442786888728743</id><published>2011-07-13T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:57:33.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Plan B and C</title><content type='html'>On the menu for tonight's dinner was chicken empanadas and an avocado, asparagus, orange salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for best laid plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home later than I planned and empanadas are a good 1 1/2 hours away with thawing puff pastry, cooking chicken, and then baking the things. Okay, what else can I make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cut the chicken into skewer size chunks, marinated it in some spanish spices, i.e. cumin, coriander, paprika, garlic and oregano. While it was marinated and grill was heating up, I shaved the asparagus, mixed it with tomatoes, red onions, orange segments, and avocados. What a beautiful salad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irCa28lP3MY/Th49zjzwxeI/AAAAAAAADe8/A85-pHn_Plc/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irCa28lP3MY/Th49zjzwxeI/AAAAAAAADe8/A85-pHn_Plc/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took mayonnaise, fresh parsley and some capers and pureed them for a dipping sauce for the chicken. Worth licking the spoon on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQrpjyXNxTs/Th495BMa9fI/AAAAAAAADfE/GQKk7obuqPw/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQrpjyXNxTs/Th495BMa9fI/AAAAAAAADfE/GQKk7obuqPw/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to put the chicken on the grill and we are out of propane. Aaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in and switch out the cooktop the grill and start heating it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-sRkAgwWV0/Th492v2CYUI/AAAAAAAADfA/xy46257nCXM/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-sRkAgwWV0/Th492v2CYUI/AAAAAAAADfA/xy46257nCXM/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmW1hXYsaT4/Th49t51YCcI/AAAAAAAADe4/dbjXI0rpnjA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmW1hXYsaT4/Th49t51YCcI/AAAAAAAADe4/dbjXI0rpnjA/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we finally had dinner and it tasted good, but maybe empanadas would have been easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8542442786888728743?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8542442786888728743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8542442786888728743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8542442786888728743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8542442786888728743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/plan-b-and-c.html' title='Plan B and C'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irCa28lP3MY/Th49zjzwxeI/AAAAAAAADe8/A85-pHn_Plc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-2479826505274168146</id><published>2011-07-13T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:55:00.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Banana Balls</title><content type='html'>Hee hee, I said balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a 12 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were very yummy and great to transport to a party. Nilla wafers, bananas and cream cheese mixed together and rolled into balls. Freeze. Dip into white chocolate and top with chopped pecans and drizzle with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought home an empty plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYjHr9t5Yfk/Thz7jogfgeI/AAAAAAAADek/LuVNWhhR9p8/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYjHr9t5Yfk/Thz7jogfgeI/AAAAAAAADek/LuVNWhhR9p8/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WKVRQjWMOQ/Thz7nRybPCI/AAAAAAAADeo/ESQcvOdrkPs/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WKVRQjWMOQ/Thz7nRybPCI/AAAAAAAADeo/ESQcvOdrkPs/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irVet1OBcoM/Thz7twft8zI/AAAAAAAADew/9MgZ_2tXcn4/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irVet1OBcoM/Thz7twft8zI/AAAAAAAADew/9MgZ_2tXcn4/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-2479826505274168146?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/2479826505274168146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=2479826505274168146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2479826505274168146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2479826505274168146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/banana-balls.html' title='Banana Balls'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYjHr9t5Yfk/Thz7jogfgeI/AAAAAAAADek/LuVNWhhR9p8/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7148173799091000134</id><published>2011-07-12T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:54:05.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>PB&amp;J</title><content type='html'>Can't beat it, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter and Jelly Cheesecakes! Mini Cheesecakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pQu0coUiwQ/Thz6FGoh2oI/AAAAAAAADeM/dyWMM9QvN6E/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pQu0coUiwQ/Thz6FGoh2oI/AAAAAAAADeM/dyWMM9QvN6E/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jS2hRla2Mg/Thz6IiBqiRI/AAAAAAAADeQ/q6Yl6ORwsbo/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jS2hRla2Mg/Thz6IiBqiRI/AAAAAAAADeQ/q6Yl6ORwsbo/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ee8QGLkA60M/Thz6LphqR_I/AAAAAAAADeU/0XwwUUlg_Z8/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ee8QGLkA60M/Thz6LphqR_I/AAAAAAAADeU/0XwwUUlg_Z8/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OdG49SjvQ4c/Thz6PlPk_DI/AAAAAAAADeY/zrE-Ri2JvdI/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OdG49SjvQ4c/Thz6PlPk_DI/AAAAAAAADeY/zrE-Ri2JvdI/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-scJDSBUDY1A/Thz6UFvaLgI/AAAAAAAADec/I7SVzuE34rg/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-scJDSBUDY1A/Thz6UFvaLgI/AAAAAAAADec/I7SVzuE34rg/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWAfpEo-kUU/Thz6ZoEyOTI/AAAAAAAADeg/OZIqG_YD5wo/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWAfpEo-kUU/Thz6ZoEyOTI/AAAAAAAADeg/OZIqG_YD5wo/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7148173799091000134?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7148173799091000134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7148173799091000134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7148173799091000134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7148173799091000134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/pb.html' title='PB&amp;J'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pQu0coUiwQ/Thz6FGoh2oI/AAAAAAAADeM/dyWMM9QvN6E/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7443657099513011270</id><published>2011-07-10T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T10:47:09.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Bloomsday Musings</title><content type='html'>More musings from my genius friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy Bloomsday to all you James Joyce fans.  As you’re no  doubt aware, the entire book &lt;i&gt;Ulysses&lt;/i&gt; takes place on one day, &lt;span class="Object" id="OBJ_PREFIX_DWT640"&gt;June 16, 1904&lt;/span&gt; (which coincidentally is  the day that Joyce met his future wife, Nora).  The protagonist of the novel is  Leopold Bloom.  Each year, rabid Joyce fans celebrate the day by commemorating  events from the novel.  Being the good Irish folk they are, for some people the  day involves drinking a fair amount of Guinness.  You are, by now, acutely aware  that I am, to put it delicately, loquacious, verbose, wordy, rambling,  long-winded, talkative—just your run-of-the-mill Chatty Cathy; however, I’m not  sure I could draw one day out into 500+ pages containing 265,000 words.  Have I  read &lt;i&gt;Ulysses&lt;/i&gt;?  Of course not.  Trivial matters like that would never  prevent me from pontificating on subjects I know nothing about.  In the interest  of full disclosure, I learned about 90% of what I know about Bloomsday from an  episode of &lt;i&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt; entitled &lt;i&gt;In the Name of the Grandfather&lt;/i&gt;.   In that episode, the family takes a trip to Dublin so Grandpa Simpson can relive  the greatest night of his life spent at O’Flanagan’s Pub.  I am like a sponge.   I yearn for knowledge, and I’m none too picky about where I get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daily affirmation:  If life gives you melons, you may have  dyslexia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7443657099513011270?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7443657099513011270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7443657099513011270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7443657099513011270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7443657099513011270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/bloomsday-musings.html' title='Bloomsday Musings'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8034597947849236481</id><published>2011-07-09T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T15:03:19.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Sounds of Lunch</title><content type='html'>Crunch...munch....oh this is good....mmmm...salty...sweet...savory....gooood...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much the sounds coming from the two of us as we devoured lunch today. I made flatbread with bacon jam, goat cheese, roasted red peppers, fresh cherry tomatoes, fresh basil and some drizzle of balsamic vinegar. Yes, it was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xwuLlV5JJY/Thik9WTm6HI/AAAAAAAADd8/zIS5iG2SRpQ/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xwuLlV5JJY/Thik9WTm6HI/AAAAAAAADd8/zIS5iG2SRpQ/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLtLV9_7a08/Thik63dixCI/AAAAAAAADd4/8cpUtih8kLo/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLtLV9_7a08/Thik63dixCI/AAAAAAAADd4/8cpUtih8kLo/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmF5le205SQ/ThilAeHNCYI/AAAAAAAADeA/NyY5kI6ItqE/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmF5le205SQ/ThilAeHNCYI/AAAAAAAADeA/NyY5kI6ItqE/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smeared the goat cheese on the warm flatbreads so it made a nice saucey texture, then topped with the bacon jam, peppers and fresh tomatoes. After baking I sprinkled freshly chopped basil and drizzled balsamic vinegar. Oh, oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7893svnsInY/ThilHm0__HI/AAAAAAAADeI/ukZwxUJoGWE/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7893svnsInY/ThilHm0__HI/AAAAAAAADeI/ukZwxUJoGWE/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQG_WDbQdm0/ThilDdjKDeI/AAAAAAAADeE/KGNeOWu8LrM/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQG_WDbQdm0/ThilDdjKDeI/AAAAAAAADeE/KGNeOWu8LrM/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a repeater for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8034597947849236481?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8034597947849236481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8034597947849236481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8034597947849236481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8034597947849236481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/sounds-of-lunch.html' title='Sounds of Lunch'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xwuLlV5JJY/Thik9WTm6HI/AAAAAAAADd8/zIS5iG2SRpQ/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-4857788887175424667</id><published>2011-07-08T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:31:00.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Friends, Prepare to laugh</title><content type='html'>If you are like me, that means go to the bathroom first. I&amp;nbsp; have found my new &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;favorite blogger&lt;/span&gt;. Read and be amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1 class="entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;And that’s why you should learn to pick your battles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="headline_meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This morning I had a fight with Victor about towels.  I can’t tell you the details because it wasn’t interesting enough to document at the time, but it was basically me telling Victor I needed to buy new bath towels, and Victor insisting that I NOT buy towels because I “&lt;em&gt;just bought new towels&lt;/em&gt;“. Then I pointed out that the last towels I’d bought were hot pink beach towels, and he was all “EXACTLY” and then I hit my head against the wall for an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebloggess.com/2011/06/and-thats-why-you-should-learn-to-pick-your-battles/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="headline_meta"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="headline_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="headline_meta"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are welcome.&lt;/em&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/18300509-4857788887175424667?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/4857788887175424667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=4857788887175424667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4857788887175424667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4857788887175424667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/friends-prepare-to-laugh.html' title='Friends, Prepare to laugh'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-843999196375448016</id><published>2011-07-07T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T10:32:51.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Everything is coming up...strawberries</title><content type='html'>Strawberries are my favorite fruit of all time. My mother always had a huge strawberry patch and would freeze quarts of strawberries for winter consumption - my consumption mostly. I would take&amp;nbsp;a quart of frozen strawberries, sprinkle some sugar on top and eat away. Yes, still frozen. I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was planning what to take to a 4th of July picnic, you know I thought of strawberries. I love strawberry shortcake, but it doesn't transport well to an outdoor event. So I decided to create a strawberry shortcake cupcake. I didn't stutter, you read right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG8gxzu99HU/ThXC9OyyPyI/AAAAAAAADdo/GreIeCkD0hA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG8gxzu99HU/ThXC9OyyPyI/AAAAAAAADdo/GreIeCkD0hA/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a basic fruit bread recipe and replaced the fruit with macerated strawberries. I also added a little cream and extra egg. After filling the cupcake liners, I sprinkled some large decorating sugar crystals on top to add that crunch that shortcake gets after baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top my little gems, I&amp;nbsp;made a basic cream cheese frosting and added some reserved strawberry syrup for flavor and some pinkness. Again I topped the icing with some sugar crystals and then some sliced strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLj2WIf70xg/ThXC6vJn8gI/AAAAAAAADdk/AT3ZIv2cwgc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLj2WIf70xg/ThXC6vJn8gI/AAAAAAAADdk/AT3ZIv2cwgc/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zd2UAmpM0_0/ThXC_1bb4VI/AAAAAAAADds/5Y9Mp8RcxiU/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zd2UAmpM0_0/ThXC_1bb4VI/AAAAAAAADds/5Y9Mp8RcxiU/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rgi-l9LJ59k/ThXDCkUwu0I/AAAAAAAADdw/aDwQI-wkMXA/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rgi-l9LJ59k/ThXDCkUwu0I/AAAAAAAADdw/aDwQI-wkMXA/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZj3fnBtem4/ThXDGH_jmCI/AAAAAAAADd0/Sdy6keC9axM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZj3fnBtem4/ThXDGH_jmCI/AAAAAAAADd0/Sdy6keC9axM/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't say so myself, they were great. One very appreciative&amp;nbsp;young man at the picnic said, "these should be on the menu at Gigi's". Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-843999196375448016?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/843999196375448016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=843999196375448016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/843999196375448016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/843999196375448016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/everything-is-coming-upstrawberries.html' title='Everything is coming up...strawberries'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG8gxzu99HU/ThXC9OyyPyI/AAAAAAAADdo/GreIeCkD0hA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3083820228683963683</id><published>2011-07-07T09:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:47:46.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I like to party</title><content type='html'>Not surprised, are you? But I like to have parties as well. Everything from full on 7-course dinner parties to karaoke shindigs with beer and pretzels (though I don't drink beer and I make my own pretzels). I even like bridal showers, ladies poker parties (must schedule that), and fru fru baby showers. I like the theme of them. It drives the food, the decorations...the feel of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the Internet the other day and found a cool invitation site. I wish someone I knew was having a baby so I could order &lt;a href="http://www.invitationbox.com/birth-announcements.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;baby announcements from invitationbox.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Someone needs to get pregnant - besides me, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-3083820228683963683?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3083820228683963683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3083820228683963683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3083820228683963683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3083820228683963683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/i-like-to-party.html' title='I like to party'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1977319491544316811</id><published>2011-07-06T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:21:00.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>I'm on a roll</title><content type='html'>After my adventures into Bacon Jam, my mind went down a dark path. What other ingredients could I turn into a savory condiment of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shallot Jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rS2N9ejKozQ/ThPi-hn-QgI/AAAAAAAADdc/qaw06Cqiv00/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rS2N9ejKozQ/ThPi-hn-QgI/AAAAAAAADdc/qaw06Cqiv00/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sautee four large shallots in olive oil until translucent over med-low. Add 1/3 c. brown sugar and 3/4 c. balsamic vinegar. Simmer until thick and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I topped toasted crostinis with this and added goat cheese and candied pecans. Yes, it was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nil1Afamn_E/ThPkBtD6bKI/AAAAAAAADdg/7cX6ZpueRKg/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nil1Afamn_E/ThPkBtD6bKI/AAAAAAAADdg/7cX6ZpueRKg/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-1977319491544316811?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1977319491544316811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1977319491544316811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1977319491544316811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1977319491544316811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/im-on-roll.html' title='I&apos;m on a roll'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rS2N9ejKozQ/ThPi-hn-QgI/AAAAAAAADdc/qaw06Cqiv00/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6154130599204930381</id><published>2011-07-06T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:19:21.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Makin' Bacon...Jam, that is</title><content type='html'>Yes, you heard me right. Bacon Jam. How good does that sound just rolling off the tongue? Say it with me slowly....baaacooon jaaammmmm. It is kind of like&amp;nbsp;yoga. I recommend saying it three times each morning in lieu of meditation. I recommend eating as much as you can get your hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the beginning. I spent three days in Indianapolis at a work gathering. My diet consisted of hotel banquet food [insert spitting sound here], hotel bar food and well, liquor. So immediately on my return, my husband and I went out to eat. My requirements: no bar food. Where did we go? &lt;a href="http://www.apcrafters.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;AP Crafters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, that would be a pub-like restaurant. However, the food was so not what I had been eating all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw Bacon Bruschetta on the menu, the deal was done. Described as "bacon jam, caramelized onion, brie, arugula, candied walnuts, pear tomato on crostini", it did not fail to deliver. I was immediately in love and obsessed with replicating. I asked the manager when he came around what exactly bacon jam was and he leaned to talk low so no one else could hear him tell me their deep dark secrets, and said "rendered quality bacon and our secret spices, cooked down to a jam". WTF? Why bother to whisper? You told me nothing I didn't already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once home I still could not get the taste of that wonderful manna out of my mouth or mind. On to Google for research. Apparently there is product you can buy but you know me better than that. After researching several sites recipes, none the same, I took what I liked and what I thought I tasted in the restaurant's version and voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time, but the good news is it makes a good amount. After knowing the recipe works, I will be making this as gifts in the future (hint, hint). Here is my recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pound bacon - the best bacon you get your hands on, smokier the better&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves garlic, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 medium yellow onion sliced&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 drops of hot sauce (I am a wienie)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup coffee&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup maple syrup&lt;br /&gt;2 drops of liquid smoke (if you can't find smoked bacon)&lt;br /&gt;Black pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;extra water, if needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AS5AG9Z9SLQ/ThPfjhqEToI/AAAAAAAADcw/HMtfkbONqi4/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AS5AG9Z9SLQ/ThPfjhqEToI/AAAAAAAADcw/HMtfkbONqi4/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut bacon into 1 inch pieces and&amp;nbsp;fry the bacon in batches until lightly browned and beginning to crisp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, saute the onion and garlic in the rendered bacon fat on medium heat until translucent. Drain the majority of the bacon grease, leaving about 2 T. But don't toss the rest - oh god no. Save it for future uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqDXIOgE-9Q/ThPfcv_BVRI/AAAAAAAADco/iKZITeNLtM0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqDXIOgE-9Q/ThPfcv_BVRI/AAAAAAAADco/iKZITeNLtM0/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the rest of the ingredients, except for the water. Simmer for 2 hours or so until reduced. Add 1/4 of a cup of water, if needed to keep from burning. Stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFrnPy6CeJ0/ThPfniBPccI/AAAAAAAADc0/sHt6I3MTyH4/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFrnPy6CeJ0/ThPfniBPccI/AAAAAAAADc0/sHt6I3MTyH4/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ready, cool for about 15-20 minutes and then place in a food processor. Pulse for 2-3 seconds so that you leave some texture to the “jam”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEzX2ipmflA/ThPfxeMpe6I/AAAAAAAADc8/F94vPCn3z6c/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEzX2ipmflA/ThPfxeMpe6I/AAAAAAAADc8/F94vPCn3z6c/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A11aqPEwepI/ThPf1XqVhvI/AAAAAAAADdA/cQ2Hk2Um97U/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A11aqPEwepI/ThPf1XqVhvI/AAAAAAAADdA/cQ2Hk2Um97U/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4_5RmG8lgE/ThPgD6YGWMI/AAAAAAAADdQ/jbMOqhwtU90/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4_5RmG8lgE/ThPgD6YGWMI/AAAAAAAADdQ/jbMOqhwtU90/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now comes the best part - eat it and enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ult-E7HtQaU/ThPgIXczVlI/AAAAAAAADdU/8yYv8STvVOo/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ult-E7HtQaU/ThPgIXczVlI/AAAAAAAADdU/8yYv8STvVOo/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-6154130599204930381?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6154130599204930381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6154130599204930381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6154130599204930381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6154130599204930381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/07/makin-baconjam-that-is.html' title='Makin&apos; Bacon...Jam, that is'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AS5AG9Z9SLQ/ThPfjhqEToI/AAAAAAAADcw/HMtfkbONqi4/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1899595824323292202</id><published>2011-06-28T22:27:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:31:15.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Useless Presidential Trivia</title><content type='html'>More musings from the master:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day in 1886, President Grover Cleveland marries in  the white house.  His wife Frances was 27 years younger than him. Frances’s  father had been  Cleveland’s law partner. Cleveland had been her legal ward,  administering her late father’s estate on her behalf since she was 11 years old. He had known her literally all of her life. There was some speculation  that Cleveland might, perhaps, marry Frances’s mother, but he surprised his friends when he married Frances as soon as she turned 21.  Frances remains the  youngest First Lady in American history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grover Cleveland is the only person to have served two  non-consecutive terms as president.  He was our 22&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and  24&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; president.  &lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Upon leaving the White House at the  end of her husband's first term, Frances is reported to have told the staff to  take care of the building since the Clevelands would be returning in four  years. A prophetess?  You must judge that for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did you know that the Curtiss Candy Company claims that the  candy bar &lt;i&gt;Baby Ruth&lt;/i&gt; was named after the Cleveland’s first daughter,  Ruth?  It’s probably not true.  The candy bar’s name was changed from &lt;i&gt;Kandy  Kake&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;Baby Ruth &lt;/i&gt;in 1921, which was 30 years after Cleveland left  the White House and 17 years after Ruth’s death.  It’s more likely that it is  named after Babe Ruth, who was nearing the zenith of his popularity around the  same time.  The more plausible scenario is that the candy company didn’t want to  pay royalties to Babe, so they made up a bogus story about the origins of the  candy bar’s name.  I simply adore scandals, conspiracy, and corporate espionage,  so you know I find all this riveting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Affirmation:  When you earnestly believe you can  compensate for a lack of skill by doubling your efforts, there’s no end to what  you can’t do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1899595824323292202?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1899595824323292202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1899595824323292202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1899595824323292202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1899595824323292202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/06/more-musings-from-master-on-this-day-in.html' title='Useless Presidential Trivia'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-625001035482440389</id><published>2011-06-28T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:45:21.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>Picky</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am picky. At least about some things. I like Charmin toilet paper. I like Heinz Ketchup. I like Yoplait yogurt. I like Tropicana - not from concentrate - orange juice. How about you? Are there brands you are loyal to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same way about my cell phone. My favorite was my Motorola Razr, pink of course. I wish they had not discontinued it. I liked the way it felt, sounded and worked with my Blue Tooth. I also loved the &lt;a href="http://www.accessorygeeks.com/motorola-cell-phone-cases.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;motorola case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, it was solid. I am on my third cell phone since the Motorola, but I will never like one as much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-625001035482440389?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/625001035482440389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=625001035482440389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/625001035482440389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/625001035482440389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/06/picky.html' title='Picky'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7602323811392815922</id><published>2011-06-20T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:48:56.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I love to laugh</title><content type='html'>And without my &lt;a href="http://www.my-trap-door.com/2010/04/new-religion.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;coworker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and best friend, I would do very little of it. Let me share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On this day in 1897, writer Oscar Wilde is released from jail  after two years of hard labor for homosexual crimes.  Prior to his arrest Wilde  had become a popular society figure valued at dinner parties for his witty  remarks. Embracing the late 19th century aesthetic movement, which embraced art  for art's sake, Wilde adopted the flamboyant style of a passionate poet and  self-published a volume of verse in 1881. He spent the following year in the  &lt;span class="Object" id="OBJ_PREFIX_DWT40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/topics/states" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  lecturing on poetry and art. Wilde's dapper wardrobe and excessive devotion to  art were parodied in Gilbert and Sullivan's operetta Patience in 1882.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You  know, I’ve been polishing my witty remarks (some might say acerbic or bitter),  and I pour out my best effort in time entry reminders every two weeks (which is  sort of like self-published verse), but so far the dinner party offers are just  barely trickling in.  I guess I'm just not a flamboyant enough dresser; however,  as my body mass index gets less favorable, those big caftans in wildly garish  colors are starting to look pretty comfortable, and I think a turban would help  hide my frequent bad hair days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daily affirmation:  The first step is to say nice things  about myself.  The second, to do nice things for myself.  The third, to find  someone to buy me nice things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7602323811392815922?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7602323811392815922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7602323811392815922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7602323811392815922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7602323811392815922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/06/i-love-to-laugh.html' title='I love to laugh'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-210331759248565481</id><published>2011-06-15T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:33:48.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Folded</title><content type='html'>For years I have been an HP printer fan. When I wanted a wide-format printer (prints larger than 8 1/2" wide), I stayed with HP. I was a loyalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after fighting it for the past four years every time I wanted to print paper thicker than standard - I finally gave up and bit the bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an Epson wide-format printer. It operates on the CMYK color system, so instead of taking one ink cartridge, it lets you replace just the color that is out. Makes perfect sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I gave in, but now what to do with all my &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=Hewlett-Packard"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;hp printers ink cartridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-210331759248565481?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/210331759248565481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=210331759248565481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/210331759248565481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/210331759248565481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/06/folded.html' title='Folded'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-2520844679989716835</id><published>2011-06-14T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:32:00.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Did you watch the Tony's?</title><content type='html'>I only caught the ending, but apparently I missed the best part. This is the best opening I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-6S5caRGpK4" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-2520844679989716835?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/2520844679989716835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=2520844679989716835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2520844679989716835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2520844679989716835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/06/did-you-watch-tonys.html' title='Did you watch the Tony&apos;s?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-6S5caRGpK4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-4744779480816526065</id><published>2011-06-14T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T09:32:14.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><title type='text'>Gadget Queen</title><content type='html'>My husband calls me a gadget queen, basically because of the kitchen gadgets I have. But over the past few years that has also included the technical gadgets I prefer to use, i.e. Blackberry, iPod, Kindle, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is he is the software computer genius. But he has no desire for the latest and greatest. Maybe it reminds him too much of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember when just having a computer - a huge, honking PC - was the latest? Then we went real new age and got a scanner (gasp!). The idea of &lt;a href="http://www.royalimaging.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;document scanning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at all, let alone in the home was impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come a long way baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-4744779480816526065?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/4744779480816526065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=4744779480816526065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4744779480816526065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4744779480816526065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/06/gadget-queen.html' title='Gadget Queen'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8489121262304913463</id><published>2011-06-14T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T09:27:22.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Snug as a Bug</title><content type='html'>Because she insisted on getting in the mud at the park, she had to get a bath when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0rcXl8JHys/Tfdhe50fiTI/AAAAAAAADck/cQl8ukxFp5Y/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0rcXl8JHys/Tfdhe50fiTI/AAAAAAAADck/cQl8ukxFp5Y/s320/010.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she was cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8489121262304913463?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8489121262304913463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8489121262304913463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8489121262304913463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8489121262304913463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/06/snug-as-bug.html' title='Snug as a Bug'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0rcXl8JHys/Tfdhe50fiTI/AAAAAAAADck/cQl8ukxFp5Y/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5683901659380404239</id><published>2011-06-03T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:02:36.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><title type='text'>Remember when?</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at a stop light the other day near a school and was watching kids play on the &lt;a href="http://www.playtimeus.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;school equipment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the playground. Things have changed folks. What happened to the long metal slides? Now there are bright multi-colored plastic forts. What happened to the teeter totters? Wow, remember the pain on your bottom when some smart-a** jumped off and let you fall? What happened to the merry-go-round? You could get enough speed going someone could get whipped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the fear has overrode the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5683901659380404239?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5683901659380404239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5683901659380404239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5683901659380404239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5683901659380404239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/06/remember-when.html' title='Remember when?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3384188546805935957</id><published>2011-05-28T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T13:51:16.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Deja Vous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I talk a lot about my skin care and &lt;a href="http://www.bestacneremedies.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;acne remedies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry if I bore you, Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This time it is just about make-up. I've been experimenting with different liquid/cream foundation. I haven't found one that just knocks my socks off. What do you wear? Why do you like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I used to like one called Cashmere, I think it was a Cover Girl product. I liked the way it felt on my skin - soft and light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But like most things that I like, they discontinued it. It is now on that shelf of products I like and can't get. Right next to the Jergens Shower Lotion, Sure Clear-Gel Deodorant, and Rosemary Sea Salt Lay's Kettle Chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rant done now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-3384188546805935957?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3384188546805935957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3384188546805935957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3384188546805935957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3384188546805935957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/05/deja-vous.html' title='Deja Vous'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1139973997051691826</id><published>2011-05-27T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T22:42:10.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Party in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll admit it. I am not good at photographing our parties. I get too involved and next thing I&amp;nbsp;know, it is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;However, at our recent inaugural Derby Party, I did manage to get a few photos before it started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQsokWRTBoI/TeBf4XiXpCI/AAAAAAAADcM/_Pubh3D1DFw/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQsokWRTBoI/TeBf4XiXpCI/AAAAAAAADcM/_Pubh3D1DFw/s320/006.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedictine Dip and Crudites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rif94tZulkg/TeBf_veJ9lI/AAAAAAAADcU/HeXGLpKGa1U/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rif94tZulkg/TeBf_veJ9lI/AAAAAAAADcU/HeXGLpKGa1U/s320/001.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is "Run for the Roses" after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3bwPBS0MUQ/TeBgB8G4gNI/AAAAAAAADcY/YYKBWksB6Bc/s320/003.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Margaritas!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rVChr0TQf4/TeBgEoUvR9I/AAAAAAAADcc/sD4Jz5xRIEA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rVChr0TQf4/TeBgEoUvR9I/AAAAAAAADcc/sD4Jz5xRIEA/s320/002.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Lime Tequila/Rum Jello Shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TUvxXSLBJo/TeBgGx0Z8wI/AAAAAAAADcg/abZeNkDzqtc/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TUvxXSLBJo/TeBgGx0Z8wI/AAAAAAAADcg/abZeNkDzqtc/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Salad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1139973997051691826?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1139973997051691826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1139973997051691826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1139973997051691826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1139973997051691826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/05/party-in-pictures.html' title='Party in Pictures'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQsokWRTBoI/TeBf4XiXpCI/AAAAAAAADcM/_Pubh3D1DFw/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8484682218986811369</id><published>2011-05-22T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T12:25:55.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Alter-Egos</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like a schizophrenic with multiple personalities. My day job of employee communications in a religious atmosphere mixed with my freelance writing for taxonomy, indexing, and &lt;a href="http://www.dokmee.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;document management software&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;combined with my real passion of food, cooking, and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hat I am wearing at any given time is beyond me. We went away this weekend for the first time in literally "I can't remember when". It was so nice to be "off". We boarded our dogs for the first time in four+ years just to go 45 miles away for the weekend - but I went without a computer. This is major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to do that more often. It was lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8484682218986811369?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8484682218986811369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8484682218986811369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8484682218986811369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8484682218986811369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/05/alter-egos.html' title='Alter-Egos'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-639490024965268801</id><published>2011-05-05T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:38:00.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>A New Business Idea</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've thought of another one. How about a personal event chef? This would be different from catering. This would be strictly preparing special meals for two. No weddings, no parties. Just special dinners with special food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love making &lt;a href="http://www.berries.com/birthday-gifts-men-sbm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;gourmet birthday for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or preparing special dinner parties. Who wouldn't want the same thing? I should offer it to friends and see what happens. Any volunteers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-639490024965268801?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/639490024965268801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=639490024965268801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/639490024965268801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/639490024965268801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/05/new-business-idea.html' title='A New Business Idea'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6671199374419269614</id><published>2011-05-05T01:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T01:32:00.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Cause you just can't get enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnqFpy75Fv8/TcINVhm2vEI/AAAAAAAADcE/4Dws7UWMqQ0/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnqFpy75Fv8/TcINVhm2vEI/AAAAAAAADcE/4Dws7UWMqQ0/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MV1tJfgD908/TcINZY7LzSI/AAAAAAAADcI/xHTWTCL20Ss/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MV1tJfgD908/TcINZY7LzSI/AAAAAAAADcI/xHTWTCL20Ss/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-6671199374419269614?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6671199374419269614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6671199374419269614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6671199374419269614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6671199374419269614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/05/cause-you-just-cant-get-enough.html' title='Cause you just can&apos;t get enough'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnqFpy75Fv8/TcINVhm2vEI/AAAAAAAADcE/4Dws7UWMqQ0/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8203047544523669423</id><published>2011-05-04T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:39:59.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Bumps</title><content type='html'>So&amp;nbsp;I have been told I talk about adult acne more than the average person. Sorry Joe. I am about to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to know&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blackheadsonnose.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;how to get rid of blackheads on nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or anything exteme like that, I am just tired of those bumps that never really turn into a pimple, but are noticeably annoying. Maybe it isn't even acne, maybe it is a reaction to my makeup. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8203047544523669423?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8203047544523669423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8203047544523669423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8203047544523669423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8203047544523669423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/05/bumps.html' title='Bumps'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-259209162987882898</id><published>2011-05-04T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:31:03.721-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Snuggle Buddy</title><content type='html'>The husband&amp;nbsp;may kill me if he finds out I posted this, but the odds of him actually reading my blog is pretty slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MzK9qJJmVU/TcILveNoI9I/AAAAAAAADcA/oZ9f5ROD13w/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MzK9qJJmVU/TcILveNoI9I/AAAAAAAADcA/oZ9f5ROD13w/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-259209162987882898?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/259209162987882898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=259209162987882898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/259209162987882898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/259209162987882898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/05/snuggle-buddy.html' title='Snuggle Buddy'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MzK9qJJmVU/TcILveNoI9I/AAAAAAAADcA/oZ9f5ROD13w/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1553570026797290939</id><published>2011-04-29T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:41:14.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Peeking Through The Windows</title><content type='html'>We set up a web cam awhile back to watch the dogs during the day. Mainly Bear, since he is having seizures again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has made me want to do the same thing outside. I'd like to see what the neighbors are up to, the mailman, etc. Maybe I could even see our ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you set up &lt;a href="http://www.adtpulse.com/home/what-is-pulse/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;remote security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;cameras that you can watch from work? That would be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1553570026797290939?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1553570026797290939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1553570026797290939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1553570026797290939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1553570026797290939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/peeking-through-windows.html' title='Peeking Through The Windows'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5787499498697084212</id><published>2011-04-29T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:38:54.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>A New Business?</title><content type='html'>We've been dogsitting a lot lately, more than normal. We always tell the people who adopt our fosters that we would love to dogsit when they go on vacation, etc. as it is always nice to get to visit them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we better quit that, or maybe we need to open a dog kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very first foster dog, Oscar #1, as we like to call him. Since we have our own Oscar now. He is coming to stay with us for two months this summer. They are building a new home and it will be ready in August, but their house sold fast so they are staying with family who has no fencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be a fun summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5787499498697084212?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5787499498697084212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5787499498697084212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5787499498697084212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5787499498697084212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/new-business.html' title='A New Business?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1758679736886696314</id><published>2011-04-28T16:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:49:36.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Entreprenuer in the House</title><content type='html'>If I were Target, WalMart or any retail store, I would have the largest variety of wellies or rain boots on display right as you walk in the door. Seriously, Louisville has had over 8 inches of rain in the past three days, not to mention the foot or so before that. The Ohio River is so far out of its banks, it has to email home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague of mine wore a really cute pair yesterday and it prompted me to start looking for them at Target last night. No luck. By accident, I found them in the gardening section and only because that was one aisle over from the pet section I was already in. They only had three solid colors but they were cute. Put them at the front and I guarantee you they would be gone in a day. Trust me, I didn't get my &lt;a href="http://www.wgu.edu/business/online_business_degree"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;online business degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for nothing. You laugh, but I did get &lt;a href="http://www.wgu.edu/business/online_business_degree"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;online business degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off to find cute pink and green rain boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1758679736886696314?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1758679736886696314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1758679736886696314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1758679736886696314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1758679736886696314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/entreprenuer-in-house.html' title='Entreprenuer in the House'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5182541491753640585</id><published>2011-04-28T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:40:16.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Great Idea</title><content type='html'>I went to a baby shower today for a colleague and they did a really cool thing, that was new to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the gift table was a basket of empty envelopes and a pen. You were asked to complete one with your&amp;nbsp; name and address to make the process of sending thank you cards easier for the new mom and dad. Hello? Fantastic idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should do this for weddings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe include the directions in the &lt;a href="http://www.paperculture.com/baby-shower-invitations.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;baby shower invitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when they are sent out so your gift just includes a self-addressed, stamped envelope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5182541491753640585?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5182541491753640585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5182541491753640585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5182541491753640585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5182541491753640585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/great-idea.html' title='Great Idea'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1431469884526191730</id><published>2011-04-28T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:35:33.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>More and More</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is these musings and these musings only that get me through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Henry Ford died on this day in 1947, so I could do a rant about the soul-sucking tedium that he created when he dreamt up the idea of the modern assembly line, but I’m just not in the mood to put my heart into a really articulate rant this morning. I do so hate being wishy-washy about my opinions, and you deserve my very best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed that in 1348 King Charles of Bohemia issued a Golden Bull to establish Charles University in Prague, the first university in Central Europe. My first thought was, ‘Lord have mercy, what an ego, naming a university after yourself’ (while making a mental note that, should I ever become fabulously wealthy, it might be fun). Then I realized I wasn’t really sure what a Golden Bull was, and lots of odd barnyard thoughts ran through my mind, like mental images of poor old Bessie being dipped in bronze (although then I suppose it would have been a golden heifer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered an odd historical tidbit I read the other day about a Puritan fellow who was executed for his excessive love of farm animals, and that reminded me of the line in the movie, The Truth About Cats and Dogs, “you should love your animals, but not love your animals”. The synapses of my brain are well connected, it’s just that they don’t always meet up where they are of any use to anyone. And let me make a pledge to you here and now that I will do my very best to never mention bestiality in a time entry reminder ever again. This is my new low point, I’m sorry you had to see it. I blame it on Spring fever. The sun is shining, the temperatures are pleasant, the tulips are blooming, and I’d rather be sitting on my porch swing reading a good book than sitting in an office which seems absolutely dreary by comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless trivia: Did you know that grocery shoppers spend an average of 8 minutes waiting in line at the supermarket? If only. I typically end up behind someone who just fell off the turnip truck using the debit card doohickey for the first time, or the cash register explodes, or the clerk goes on break or dies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1431469884526191730?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1431469884526191730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1431469884526191730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1431469884526191730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1431469884526191730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/more-and-more.html' title='More and More'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8570328691128379350</id><published>2011-04-27T22:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:59:11.362-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Laundry Workout</title><content type='html'>Does anyone consider laundry to be a physical workout? I am not being a wimp, but carrying baskets of laundry up two flights of stairs wears my butt out. I don't profess to be in great shape but you shouldn't have to be queen of &lt;a href="http://www.alliedhealthinstitute.edu/online_training_courses/personal_trainer/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;personal trainer certification programs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to keep your clothes washed and dried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a laundry chute, but it is down only. They should create a combination of dumb waiter and laundry chute to have it come back up. Seems like a no brainer to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8570328691128379350?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8570328691128379350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8570328691128379350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8570328691128379350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8570328691128379350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/laundry-workout.html' title='Laundry Workout'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3666839823938141409</id><published>2011-04-27T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:58:05.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>More Co-Worker Musings</title><content type='html'>I feel so privileged to call the &lt;a href="http://www.my-trap-door.com/2010/10/i-work-with-freakin-genius.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;creative person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; behind these posts my friend. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In honor of the Easter holiday, I’d like to risk being a bitter disappointment and fore go my usual fractured history lesson. I’d like to share one of my all-time favorite Easter jokes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Three dimwits died and are at the pearly gates of heaven. St. Peter tells them that they can enter the gates if they can answer one simple question. St. Peter asks the first dimwit, "What is Easter?" He replies, "Oh, that's easy! It's the holiday in November when everyone gets together, eats turkey, and are thankful..." "Wrong!," replies St. Peter, and proceeds to ask the second dimwit the same question, "What is Easter?" The second one replies, "Easter is the holiday in December when we put up a nice tree, exchange presents, and celebrate the birth of Jesus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter looks at the second dimwit, shakes his head in disgust, tells her she's wrong, and then peers over his glasses at the third dimwit and asks, "What is Easter?" The third dimwit smiles confidently and looks St. Peter in the eyes, "I know what Easter is." "Oh?" says St. Peter, incredulously. "Easter is the Christian holiday that coincides with the Jewish celebration of Passover. Jesus and his disciples shared their last supper. Jesus was later deceived and turned over to the Romans by one of his disciples. The Romans took him to be crucified and he was stabbed in the side, made to wear a crown of thorns, and was hung on a cross with nails through his hands and feet. He was buried in a nearby cave which was sealed by a large boulder." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter smiles broadly with delight. Then he continues, "Every year the boulder is moved aside so Jesus can come out...and, if he sees his shadow, there will be six more weeks of winter."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-3666839823938141409?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3666839823938141409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3666839823938141409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3666839823938141409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3666839823938141409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/more-co-worker-musings.html' title='More Co-Worker Musings'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-7935802221164311833</id><published>2011-04-27T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:46:00.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>Batten Down The Hatches</title><content type='html'>I was at Target and yes, that is pronounced Tarjey, and had to use the ladies room. Do you wonder where this post is going? Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing my hands I used one of their &lt;a href="http://www.handdryersandmore.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;hand dryers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and O.M.G. If you ever wondered how loose your skin was and essentially, how old you are -- use their hand dryer. It blows so hard it looks like ripples on a pond. No wait, boulders in a pond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-7935802221164311833?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/7935802221164311833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=7935802221164311833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7935802221164311833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/7935802221164311833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/batten-down-hatches.html' title='Batten Down The Hatches'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-1735856215269557239</id><published>2011-04-22T21:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:02:40.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Laughing is a great stress reliever...</title><content type='html'>Laugh away, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A witch went into a &lt;a href="http://www.beautycritic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;parlor and asked the assistant how much it would cost to make her look like a film star. "Nothing," replied the assistant. "Nothing?" she asked, "but how can I look like a film star?" "Haven't you seen a film called The Creature from the Black Lagoon?" replied the assistant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the pink stuff between elephant's toes?&amp;nbsp;Slow clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night, a burglar broke into a house he thought was empty. He tiptoed through the living room but suddenly he froze in his tracks when he heard a loud voice say: "Jesus is watching you!" Silence returned to the house, so the burglar crept forward again. "Jesus is watching you," the voice boomed again. The burglar stopped dead again. He was frightened. Frantically, he looked all around. In a dark corner, he spotted a bird cage and in the cage was a parrot. He asked the parrot: "Was that you who said Jesus is watching me?" "Yes", said the parrot. The burglar breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the parrot: "What's your name?" "Clarence," said the bird. "That's a dumb name for a parrot," sneered the burglar. "What idiot named you Clarence?" The parrot said, "The same idiot who named the Rottweiler Jesus."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-1735856215269557239?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/1735856215269557239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=1735856215269557239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1735856215269557239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/1735856215269557239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/laughing-is-great-stress-reliever.html' title='Laughing is a great stress reliever...'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-4821171899410446087</id><published>2011-04-22T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:16:17.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>True love</title><content type='html'>Hilarious and oh so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fRb1h989_jk" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-4821171899410446087?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/4821171899410446087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=4821171899410446087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4821171899410446087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/4821171899410446087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/true-love.html' title='True love'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fRb1h989_jk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-8593071710809611262</id><published>2011-04-22T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:10:03.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Float On</title><content type='html'>We got more rain today and there is more planned for the next few days.&amp;nbsp;I know it is spring, but geez - enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure River Road will be closed on my way to work Monday. Heck, it is probably closed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at the post office on my way to work yesterday and one of the local residents was sharing a tale of Tuesday night's storm. Apparently some boats got loosened from the dock by the storm. They were apparently floating around the river on their own. He said they called the Coast Guard. It was at this point I realized we had a Coast Guard. I guess it makes sense, but I always think of actual coasts when I think of the Coast Guard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know in case I ever have some water emergency or &lt;a href="http://www.lawyerforyou.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Maritime injury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we can call the Coast Guard in Louisville, Kentucky. Hee hee, that makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-8593071710809611262?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/8593071710809611262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=8593071710809611262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8593071710809611262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/8593071710809611262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/float-on.html' title='Float On'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-5928921291492009545</id><published>2011-04-21T23:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:47:01.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dinner Party Time</title><content type='html'>I always think I am going to have these more often, but they seem to only come around once, maybe twice a year. Why? I have no clue. Time, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to take advantage of these events to challenge my culinary norms and try new things. This weekend is no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu (as of now):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Springria (my own creation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trio of Appetizers: Bacon Wrapped Chorizo Stuffed Dates, BBQ Shrimp &amp;amp; Cheese Grits spoons, &amp;amp; Pancetta Wrapped Peaches w/Balsamic Glaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avocado Pineapple Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian Glazed Braised Short Ribs&lt;br /&gt;Prosciutto Mashed Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;Golden Yeast Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Tuxedo Cake&lt;/blockquote&gt;I promise, once again, to try and take photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-5928921291492009545?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/5928921291492009545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=5928921291492009545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5928921291492009545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/5928921291492009545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/dinner-party-time_21.html' title='Dinner Party Time'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-677601347470239510</id><published>2011-04-21T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:10:30.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Is it gauche?</title><content type='html'>And I don't mean those tacky looking not-pants, not-skirts things they wore in the 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am referring to &lt;a href="http://www.lightingtheweb.com/category_s/1.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ceiling fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It seems like in all the home decorating shows they always take them down and make fun of them. Only to put up a gorgeous chandelier, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what we would without ours. We are way too warm-natured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Gauche or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-677601347470239510?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/677601347470239510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=677601347470239510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/677601347470239510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/677601347470239510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/is-it-gauche.html' title='Is it gauche?'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-2220233591994811846</id><published>2011-04-21T20:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:33:49.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I'm in Love with a Woman</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't switched teams, but I love this woman. I love her voice. I love her look.&amp;nbsp;I love her talent.&amp;nbsp;I am totally enamored of Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" title="YouTube video player" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-2220233591994811846?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/2220233591994811846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=2220233591994811846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2220233591994811846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2220233591994811846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/im-in-love-with-woman.html' title='I&apos;m in Love with a Woman'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6422263046244893190</id><published>2011-04-21T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:23:33.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>The things I worry about...</title><content type='html'>The term&amp;nbsp;"&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;click"&lt;/span&gt; has become part of our every day vernacular.&amp;nbsp;Click click click! But what did click&amp;nbsp;mean to us 25 years ago? Heck, 15 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of clicking my tongue,&amp;nbsp;Dorothy clicking her heels to leave&amp;nbsp;Oz,&amp;nbsp;or connecting emotionally with another human being. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine when I was&amp;nbsp;15 or 20 and someone told me to &lt;a href="http://www.besthghreleasers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, what in the world would I think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-6422263046244893190?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6422263046244893190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6422263046244893190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6422263046244893190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6422263046244893190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/things-i-worry-about.html' title='The things I worry about...'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-2976704798188894294</id><published>2011-04-20T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:00:33.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>My New Favorite Tune</title><content type='html'>Makes me want to dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x5h-LAvQDCQ" title="YouTube video player" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-2976704798188894294?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/2976704798188894294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=2976704798188894294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2976704798188894294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/2976704798188894294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/my-new-favorite-tune.html' title='My New Favorite Tune'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x5h-LAvQDCQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-3343087134592181621</id><published>2011-04-18T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:49:10.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Truffles, no fungus here</title><content type='html'>Remember my &lt;a href="http://www.my-trap-door.com/2008/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Santa Hat pops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or my &lt;a href="http://www.my-trap-door.com/2009/02/sweets-for-sweet.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conversation heart pops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Well they have become quite popular. I recently had an order for 4 dozen round cake&amp;nbsp;pops AND another 3 dozen assorted cake truffles. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_19J_OfbWbg/TazbLn4PnbI/AAAAAAAADbg/TMxUfAepqKI/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc1p25EibqY/TazbQuLbWiI/AAAAAAAADbk/fd9gCn1HB-E/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc1p25EibqY/TazbQuLbWiI/AAAAAAAADbk/fd9gCn1HB-E/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/18300509-3343087134592181621?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/3343087134592181621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=3343087134592181621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3343087134592181621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/3343087134592181621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/truffles-no-fungus-here.html' title='Truffles, no fungus here'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_BTKRU3f2Sc/Taza1cvBoLI/AAAAAAAADbE/oDFIcnkAF-Q/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18300509.post-6338538067489463041</id><published>2011-04-18T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:24:46.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>I have decided to make a change. One I need to do for a variety of reasons, but the top one being so that I will feel better. The hubs and I have had this discussion numerous times and he is able to do better with subtle life changes, i.e. water instead of soda, walking the dogs more, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I need a plan. I need a major life altering, schedule changing plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I won't be doing anything too drastic. No marathon training, no Jenny Craig, no &lt;a href="http://adapexin.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;adapexin-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, MRC or R2D2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it needs to be something that shakes up my routine and motivates me for permanent change. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18300509-6338538067489463041?l=www.my-trap-door.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/feeds/6338538067489463041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18300509&amp;postID=6338538067489463041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6338538067489463041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18300509/posts/default/6338538067489463041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.my-trap-door.com/2011/04/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12768950331026887423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vuPMUhGCKL4/SDr0B8ms-cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VjuHA3YehQY/S220/profileimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
