<?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-1378256090152879720</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:46:40.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Breeze Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts and Memories from a Middle-Aged, Forty-Something Man Dealing with Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-160925461679884298</id><published>2009-05-26T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:34:00.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Weekend</title><content type='html'>As you know, this past weekend I took my annual trip to Charlotte for the Coca-Cola 600 NASCAR race. We always have a good time on these yearly adventures and we can never predict what will happen. It's usually a real trip, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is pic of the Coon Ass as we were tailgating on Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShxRxYEWncI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hAyr60CiTK0/s1600-h/coon+ass"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340233166870715842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShxRxYEWncI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hAyr60CiTK0/s400/coon+ass" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I yeah ... I forgot to say I was hanging out with a bunch of fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-160925461679884298?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/160925461679884298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-weekend.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/160925461679884298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/160925461679884298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-weekend.html' title='Boys Weekend'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShxRxYEWncI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hAyr60CiTK0/s72-c/coon+ass' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-3180799906487790850</id><published>2009-05-21T10:35:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:44:41.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte Bound</title><content type='html'>I leave tomorrow morning on my annual trek to The Queen City of Charlotte, NC for our big NASCAR weekend. I have gone for several years now and we always have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShVnaDpxTJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rc58ilsLE_Y/s1600-h/09asep3682_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338286630672354450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShVnaDpxTJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rc58ilsLE_Y/s400/09asep3682_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Gordon in the lead ... as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShVnVZFQMzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TKGkSdigSAs/s1600-h/09asep4095_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338286550525424434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShVnVZFQMzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TKGkSdigSAs/s400/09asep4095_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly don't want to see this, but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShVnQeSTmjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZnWGOoTvVVI/s1600-h/09asep4174_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338286466023004722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShVnQeSTmjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZnWGOoTvVVI/s400/09asep4174_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it could always be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShVnLhSpw7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f0x8vJwTJ2k/s1600-h/09asep4202_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338286380930417586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShVnLhSpw7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f0x8vJwTJ2k/s400/09asep4202_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we will have a great time again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-3180799906487790850?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3180799906487790850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/charlotte-bound.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3180799906487790850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3180799906487790850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/charlotte-bound.html' title='Charlotte Bound'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/ShVnaDpxTJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rc58ilsLE_Y/s72-c/09asep3682_md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-1096944608258396999</id><published>2009-05-15T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:53:07.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Park</title><content type='html'>Today is beautiful with sunshine and temperatures around 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to work outside ... for a little while anyway. Being a surveyor, I tend to like being outside, but due to the nature of the business world, someone has to be inside, behind a computer or talking on the phone. That person is typically me, and has been for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today ... lets just say, it was a walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/Sg2dki8vEvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fYF7xWxNdAo/s1600-h/1817352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336094384686306034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/Sg2dki8vEvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fYF7xWxNdAo/s400/1817352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what happens Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-1096944608258396999?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1096944608258396999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-in-park.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/1096944608258396999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/1096944608258396999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-in-park.html' title='A Day in the Park'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/Sg2dki8vEvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fYF7xWxNdAo/s72-c/1817352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-789425324745714446</id><published>2009-05-14T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:14:56.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Gift</title><content type='html'>Now I know what to get you ... finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhwbxEfy7fg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhwbxEfy7fg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Season is coming right up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-789425324745714446?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/789425324745714446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-gift.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/789425324745714446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/789425324745714446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-gift.html' title='The Perfect Gift'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-8410100570600514511</id><published>2009-05-13T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:30:21.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the heck is Cool Breeze?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/Sgstp0Aq8zI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uYJHp2MJFTs/s1600-h/11949897471113666155sleeping_bear_under_sta_01_svg_med.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335408379909829426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/Sgstp0Aq8zI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uYJHp2MJFTs/s400/11949897471113666155sleeping_bear_under_sta_01_svg_med.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; ... just in case anybody wondered ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-8410100570600514511?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8410100570600514511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-heck-is-cool-breeze.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8410100570600514511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8410100570600514511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-heck-is-cool-breeze.html' title='Where the heck is Cool Breeze?'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/Sgstp0Aq8zI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uYJHp2MJFTs/s72-c/11949897471113666155sleeping_bear_under_sta_01_svg_med.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-8301829638686976420</id><published>2009-02-04T16:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:33:59.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday, my baby girl looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYoIAfmCHfI/AAAAAAAAAII/M7TBEB1bMKE/s1600-h/Rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299056716128853490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYoIAfmCHfI/AAAAAAAAAII/M7TBEB1bMKE/s400/Rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, she is one year older (I know it could not possibly be any longer than that) and now looks like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYoIj4ZNpoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QimILzoNp9o/s1600-h/Rachel+at+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299057324081391234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYoIj4ZNpoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QimILzoNp9o/s400/Rachel+at+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Seventeenth Birthday Sweetie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man that was fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-8301829638686976420?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8301829638686976420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8301829638686976420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8301829638686976420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYoIAfmCHfI/AAAAAAAAAII/M7TBEB1bMKE/s72-c/Rachel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-615719525601992230</id><published>2009-02-03T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:53:03.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting my blog for a week now and I'm sorry for that. Things have been a bit hectic lately and my mind has been elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is still slow. I have a couple of projects coming, but we just can't seem to get the go-ahead ... very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; ... can't keep the guys busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're impatiently waiting for the contractor to get started on the garage transformation ... left him messages the last two days ... no return phone call ... very frustrating and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; ... still have a bunch of stuff in the garage anyway ... seems to be multiplying some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my blog buddies and I hope all is well with each of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-615719525601992230?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/615719525601992230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/slacking.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/615719525601992230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/615719525601992230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-151358325989586449</id><published>2009-01-26T16:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:00:21.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was the beginning of our new garage enclosure project. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; thought was to get all of the crap out and begin the project. I (for some reason) decided that since we were going to all of that trouble anyway, we might as well tackle the attic while we were at it. Heck, all the Christmas stuff was already down, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know that there was a mountain of additional crap up there. Stuff from prior moves and an accumulation of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;memorabilia&lt;/span&gt; spanning over 22 years. Needless to say, we didn't get it all done that weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BHE&lt;/span&gt; and I took off from work this past Friday to tackle the now enormous task of emptying the garage not only of what was there initially, but also the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;additional&lt;/span&gt; truck load that had been in the attic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of all the stuff that could easily fill a semi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; (if I only had one). These were BEFORE we brought the stuff down from the attic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SX4uxTzs4yI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9_a2TTA8rQU/s1600-h/House+Before+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295721636499874594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SX4uxTzs4yI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9_a2TTA8rQU/s400/House+Before+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SX4upancP2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/khrf2X2qg1c/s1600-h/House+Before+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295721500888547170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SX4upancP2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/khrf2X2qg1c/s400/House+Before+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one showing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BHE's&lt;/span&gt; pile outside. It includes additions from the attic that she has stored in nice containers. (Have I ever told you about her tendency to be a little anal-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;retentive&lt;/span&gt;?) She said we had to move it all and separate it first into three different sections. One to keep, one to throw away, and one to send to church for the annual yard sale (some crap she saw on some show on TLC). This pic shows the stuff we are keeping and in the background is my hunting truck that we were using for all of the throw aways (aka trash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SX4v4bpVcDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FNgTTZnH_Uc/s1600-h/IMG_6202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295722858374590514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SX4v4bpVcDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FNgTTZnH_Uc/s400/IMG_6202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got a lot done, but we still haven't finished and my shed is now busting, but there is nothing in the attic anymore and I hope I can keep it that way if at all possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hope that the contractor will be starting this week (at least next week).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have one question though. How and why do we have so much crap that we hang onto? (sorry ... was that two questions?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-151358325989586449?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/151358325989586449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/151358325989586449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/151358325989586449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving.html' title='Moving?'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SX4uxTzs4yI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9_a2TTA8rQU/s72-c/House+Before+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-3402095616642706081</id><published>2009-01-22T16:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:06:26.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>Cool Breeze ... circa 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SXje3zLcQVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MEXz3EjlnJc/s1600-h/Old+School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294226412186386770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SXje3zLcQVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MEXz3EjlnJc/s400/Old+School.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Breeze ... circa 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SXjfJ2JARFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GyvFAmnj1ho/s1600-h/cool_breeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294226722219115602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SXjfJ2JARFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GyvFAmnj1ho/s400/cool_breeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-3402095616642706081?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3402095616642706081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3402095616642706081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3402095616642706081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SXje3zLcQVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MEXz3EjlnJc/s72-c/Old+School.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-3458142304469897440</id><published>2009-01-21T08:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:48:48.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SXclyESJp9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/o8phphQJUnA/s1600-h/Plane-Table-Surveying-3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293741429070866386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SXclyESJp9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/o8phphQJUnA/s400/Plane-Table-Surveying-3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The above depicts a lost practice (and art) in the field of surveying called "Plane Table Surveying". This was done so long ago, I was not taught how to do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would post this picture today to let you know that things have picked up at work somewhat, and that is why I have been without words the past few days. I guess it's a good thing, but I feel have been slacking on my post. What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it is a good sign, and if I am failing to post regularly, you will know that I actually have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I may be wasting time on Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-3458142304469897440?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3458142304469897440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-again.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3458142304469897440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3458142304469897440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-again.html' title='Busy Again?'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SXclyESJp9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/o8phphQJUnA/s72-c/Plane-Table-Surveying-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-3719485717194727062</id><published>2009-01-16T15:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:35:13.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Weekend</title><content type='html'>What are you doing this weekend? Well here is what I have in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we will be eating out with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate my and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;granddaddy's&lt;/span&gt; birthdays. His is on Sunday and of course mine was this past Monday. Did I already tell how we stretch our big days out to more like a season. We're hitting this little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rinky&lt;/span&gt;-dink seafood place down the road that has the best crab cakes ever. However, whatever I get will have to be broiled this time. It should be fun and we won't be out late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another story ... but let me back up a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BHE&lt;/span&gt; and I have lived in our house for seven years now. I believe she refers to it as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Envy. What she did not tell you is that we live in a very small space as far as houses go. When we bought the piece of land we are on back in 2000, our original intention was to just hold on to it for several years and maybe build in the future. But I could not take the subdivision life after 6 grueling years and had to make a move before I killed someone. I guess I just need my own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the analytical person that I am, I had to formulate a plan for development for the property. I mean like for the now and the future. At the time, all of our parents were still living and most remarried, basically doubling the potential  for us having to take care of someone in the future. My thought was to build something small ... basically an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;in law&lt;/span&gt; suite that we could live in temporarily (a few years is what we figured) and then we could build our dream house in front. Whoever we ended up with (that doesn't sound nice) would then be able stay close, but still have  there own little space. It was a great concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I designed the small house to resemble what we like to call a carriage/pool house ... with the living area on one side, with a double garage on the other end. The pool would then be off of the living end and the main house would be in front of the pool facing the drive and field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it, or have I totally confused you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, we had plans drawn for the big house. We went through the design process for several months until we got just about exactly what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started getting prices ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ... so we opted for the pool instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, instead of building the house of our dreams (the one we don't need since we already have one and the fact that Snow White will only be around for a short while and the fact that spending all of that money on something to show rather than something to use makes no sense at all) we are enclosing our garage and making it into a big family room complete with gas fireplace and big screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; with surround sound. It still won't be a big house, but our living space is gonna just about double, and that is a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can tell you what I am doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEANING OUT THE GARAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a productive weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and by the way, all of the parents are on there own now ... no, just kidding. We'll have to deal with that when it comes around.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-3719485717194727062?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3719485717194727062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-weekend.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3719485717194727062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3719485717194727062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-weekend.html' title='Big Weekend'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-2334413131399627224</id><published>2009-01-15T15:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:38:33.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Results</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned the other day, I had a checkup with the doctor. You know, one of those things you're supposed to do after you turn forty (and then, forever and ever thereafter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results weren't great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood pressure is still elevated. Well maybe "elevated" is not the right term since everyone who checked it gave me this look like I was some mutant or something. But you know, the hell of it is, I was on some meds for 8 months before the test and apparently they were doing nothing other than making me feel like shit (which took me several months to figure out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got the call from the nurse saying that all of my test results were back. She said the urine test was ok (yeah, I had to piss in the cup, and no I didn't end up pissing down the front of my pants thank you very much). My PSA numbers were ok (which is good since my dad had prostate cancer), my sugar was acceptable (it was 101 ... she said 99 would have been better. No shit Sherlock), but my cholesterol is way too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BHE and I eat pretty darn healthy, even before this whole diet thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the gym at least 3 to 4 days a week and have been doing so for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am somewhat overweight, but nowhere near obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? Should I even worry about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the hill and trying to push a rope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-2334413131399627224?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2334413131399627224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/test-results.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/2334413131399627224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/2334413131399627224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/test-results.html' title='Test Results'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-4375625551603345342</id><published>2009-01-13T10:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:40:45.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>One of my New Year's Resolutions is to keep in touch with old friends more. I should say that I need to contact old friends more just because I haven't been doing it at all. I'm sure we all have the same excuses. You know, like "Life always seems to get in the way" or "The kids lives always seem to come first" or " Work is always on the front burner". All of that crap that happens as you get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I set up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; page and already have contacted several old friends from High School that I haven't talked to in years. It's great to here from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a couple of pics I actually found on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; site. Be kind. Remember they were taken way back when and the quality is poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one is from High School Graduation. I am on the far right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SW0IWvOfUbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yBc7RRtpe6M/s1600-h/n1132131067_203686_5249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290894323957584306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SW0IWvOfUbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yBc7RRtpe6M/s400/n1132131067_203686_5249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This second one is from some basketball game. Here, I am in the middle. Don't ask me why we were wearing shorts. Basketball season is usually pretty cold around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SW0IlNXWwSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n_c9BMThHsE/s1600-h/n1132131067_203689_5919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290894572566004002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SW0IlNXWwSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n_c9BMThHsE/s400/n1132131067_203689_5919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if I have ever seen either one of these pictures, ever. Do you think they look 25 years old? You're darn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tootin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far, this particular resolution has been a wise one and I can't wait to see what kind of stuff will be showing up. Beware some (or should I say all) of the pictures from back in the day will probably be of the same quality. It really shows my age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many out there still keep up with old friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-4375625551603345342?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4375625551603345342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-friends.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4375625551603345342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4375625551603345342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SW0IWvOfUbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yBc7RRtpe6M/s72-c/n1132131067_203686_5249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-7267004291947085361</id><published>2009-01-12T07:51:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:27:17.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWs-1M7oqEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jhsb36warGs/s1600-h/th_birthday-cake-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290391271002122306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWs-1M7oqEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jhsb36warGs/s320/th_birthday-cake-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's number is one of double digits (or should I just say double fours).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year will be a speed limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an appointment with the doctor today for my 6 month checkup that is 2 months late. I wonder what my cholesterol count is now? How about my blood pressure? I already know I need to lose like 20 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is way off right now ... slow, slow, slowest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am not going to let any of that bother me today. It's my birthday and I am going to try to be happy. That was one of my New Years Resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful day. I know I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-7267004291947085361?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7267004291947085361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-another-year.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7267004291947085361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7267004291947085361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-another-year.html' title='Another Day, Another Year'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWs-1M7oqEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jhsb36warGs/s72-c/th_birthday-cake-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-563818430350048023</id><published>2009-01-08T16:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:26:42.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The DT's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know all you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;winers&lt;/span&gt; (I mean winos) out there have been complaining about not being able to drink since you all started this diet craze. Well let me tell you, I'm right there with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a good cocktail since Saturday and it's really starting to bug me. I know. I am weak-minded and am probably a bit of a lush, but dude , it's hard with the whole cold turkey thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm kidding really. It has not been too bad in truth. I'm sure it's all in my mind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my little "nectar of the god's" that I have been missing all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWZsP0IeNAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zCW2a9jIhLE/s1600-h/jimbeamblack1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289033831341241346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWZsP0IeNAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zCW2a9jIhLE/s400/jimbeamblack1.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what one of your wino magazine's had to say about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Beam Black&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;br /&gt;Jim Beam Black®&lt;br /&gt;93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woodford&lt;/span&gt; Reserve®&lt;br /&gt;89&lt;br /&gt;Wild Turkey®&lt;br /&gt;82&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman Jack®&lt;br /&gt;81&lt;br /&gt;Crown Royal®&lt;br /&gt;81&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniel's®&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;81&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In a recent independent study, the Beverage Testing Institute rated Jim Beam Black® highest among leading North American whiskeys for its overall nose, depth of flavor and finish. Every barrel is aged 8 years to achieve a full 86 proof and distinctive character that anyone can respect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beverage Testing Institute - Professional Tasting - Chicago, Illinois 2005Wine Enthusiast Magazine rated Jim Beam Black Superb (90-95)/Highly Recommended in the American Whiskey category of the Top 60 Spirits for 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So all of you winos out there quit your wining. It won't be long now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-563818430350048023?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/563818430350048023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/dts.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/563818430350048023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/563818430350048023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/dts.html' title='The DT&apos;s'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWZsP0IeNAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zCW2a9jIhLE/s72-c/jimbeamblack1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-3128288197779630224</id><published>2009-01-07T07:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:03:32.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slight Change</title><content type='html'>Now that hunting season is over, it's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I looked like for the past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWSnR2Kfk8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ELAfo2chnWk/s1600-h/before.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288535787478946754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWSnR2Kfk8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ELAfo2chnWk/s400/before.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWSnmVH77MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eZ4tcLIX2wM/s1600-h/after.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288536139387104450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWSnmVH77MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eZ4tcLIX2wM/s400/after.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Snow White or BHE or my partner at work has said anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you think it will be before someone notices?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-3128288197779630224?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3128288197779630224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/slight-change.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3128288197779630224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3128288197779630224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/slight-change.html' title='Slight Change'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWSnR2Kfk8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ELAfo2chnWk/s72-c/before.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-5829788876804081861</id><published>2009-01-05T16:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:42:42.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Old Grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWJ7Opey5_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8Qb3hhqOoVU/s1600-h/WorkMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287924404069787634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWJ7Opey5_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8Qb3hhqOoVU/s400/WorkMonday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the Monday after you have been off for four days ... one of those Monday's when you really wish you still had another four days to loaf off (I mean get things done around the house).&lt;br /&gt;But no. It was back to work today and I was really not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a pretty good day though. The phone was actually ringing some and I picked up a small job. (At least it will give the guys a little something to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some new office furniture start to arrive today, and something new is always exciting, regardless if it makes me sick every time I think about spending any money during this economy ... especially cash. But we have gradually been getting the office the way we want it, so we figured we would spend a little at the end of the year rather than giving it all to Uncle Sam. It's strange how the government awards us for being in debt and penalizes us for paying our bills and saving money ... but that is a story for a different post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually looking forward to the challenges that the new year will bring. The bad economy won't last forever, and I am hoping to be ready for the upturn when it comes. Hopefully, we can weather the storm until then. If we could just get that one call, everything will be back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're keeping our chins up for now and trying to think positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send some good karma this way, if you have any to spare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-5829788876804081861?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5829788876804081861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-old-grind.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/5829788876804081861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/5829788876804081861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-old-grind.html' title='Back to the Old Grind'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SWJ7Opey5_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8Qb3hhqOoVU/s72-c/WorkMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-312358580909214248</id><published>2009-01-01T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:01:01.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVuLO1aGwVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GiR_SxhlHqs/s1600-h/New_Years_Toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285971674620412242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVuLO1aGwVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GiR_SxhlHqs/s400/New_Years_Toast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all of you out there, wishing you a wonderful and prosperous New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Breeze's New Year Resolutions for 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Try to be a happier person (I have the tendency to not be very content for some reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell my wife and daughter that I love them each day (seems to slip by ... this will change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend more time outside with my aging friend, Dodger (my(our) dog who I will miss terribly when gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Plant flowers and flowering bushes for my wife (she loves them, but I am no gardener)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Push myself a bit more at work (I have really become so apathetic about my job ... MUST STOP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make contact with old friends (life and kids and work and etc. seem to have come between us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch less tv and read more (yeah, good luck with that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lose that 20 pounds I have been trying to lose for 15 years (yeah, good luck with that one too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eat all good food (not "good for you" necessarily all the time, but why eat something I can't stand?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Look forward to next half of my life rather than looking back and wondering why I'm wasting time blogging or wondering "what if?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also look forward to meeting new friends and maybe, just maybe, meeting some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year from Cool Breeze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-312358580909214248?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/312358580909214248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/312358580909214248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/312358580909214248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVuLO1aGwVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GiR_SxhlHqs/s72-c/New_Years_Toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-6776782991154359826</id><published>2008-12-31T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:56:22.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this a few weeks ago and thought I lost it when I navigated away from my New Post page. I didn't realize it was saved as a draft. Idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is finally ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know already, we try to keep a sense of humor around our house. Sometimes it's a sick sense of humor, but all the same, there is usually something to laugh at (or someone usually). Whether it be on tv or the computer or just someone in our daily lives, we are typically laughing at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays (and you have to admit it) there is a certain amount of stress that we all have to deal with. There is shopping and gifts and parties and concerts and dinners and family and kids and old people and ... well, you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you can have the quiet times too. You know those times when just you and your immediate family get to hang out. Maybe with the lights down low and just the tree shining in all its glory. We will always do this at least once during the season and we will always watch "Christmas Vacation" at least once. It gives us more chances to laugh at someone who definitely has it worse than us, but it also shows us that even with the stress of the holidays, the true meaning always come out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of clips that are my favorites. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEZWtohobaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEZWtohobaE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9sY6iH9Ojg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9sY6iH9Ojg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlfV1Q2eSkE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlfV1Q2eSkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-6776782991154359826?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6776782991154359826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-vacation.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/6776782991154359826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/6776782991154359826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-vacation.html' title='Christmas Vacation'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-644236986666708079</id><published>2008-12-29T16:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:25:37.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hankerin'</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days when you find yourself thinking about some random food that you haven't eaten since like before you had a choice of what to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Did that make any sense at all?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, for some reason, I started thinking about a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' pot of navy beans like my mom used to cook when I was a kid. She would have some ham bone or just chunks of country ham in a big pot full with beans and all of it just cooked to death. We would always add vinegar to our big bowls sitting at the supper table. I can smell it right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sounding so good to me, I had to tell BHE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVk8i98SqGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MUAobknDoaU/s1600-h/BeanSoup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285322209136650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVk8i98SqGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MUAobknDoaU/s400/BeanSoup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Doesn't that sound special". &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry honey, I forgot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-644236986666708079?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/644236986666708079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/hankerin.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/644236986666708079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/644236986666708079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/hankerin.html' title='Hankerin&apos;'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVk8i98SqGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MUAobknDoaU/s72-c/BeanSoup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-4203566343771105742</id><published>2008-12-25T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:00:00.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVJ4WTYAIII/AAAAAAAAAE4/3cQ5fGjJ1SE/s1600-h/Tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283417637412413570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVJ4WTYAIII/AAAAAAAAAE4/3cQ5fGjJ1SE/s400/Tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-4203566343771105742?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4203566343771105742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4203566343771105742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4203566343771105742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVJ4WTYAIII/AAAAAAAAAE4/3cQ5fGjJ1SE/s72-c/Tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-8557561024076723882</id><published>2008-12-24T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:46:31.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVJoFTuTdiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JIcNBkxXgk8/s1600-h/snoopy_dance.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283399753262134818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVJoFTuTdiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JIcNBkxXgk8/s400/snoopy_dance.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like my buddy Snoopy over here, I am doing the happy dance now that my shopping experience (or should I say mission) is finally over. My technique this year left a little to be desired, none the less it's finished. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had this great idea the other day to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BHE&lt;/span&gt; and Snow White gift certificates to this day spa that advertises on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. It is located on the other side of the world from me, but hey I've got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mapquest&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; to lead me there. The only bad thing is that it is somewhere near the newest mall around ... and this place is ginormous. I'm not used to the area and this place is as big as Atlantis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long story short, it took me 25 minutes to drive there, 25 minutes to drive around to try to find the place, and 25 minutes to drive back ... all during my lunch hour. Here's the kicker, I never could find it amongst the 15 million people and cars and stores and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;urbania&lt;/span&gt; (I don't think that is a word, but I kind of like it) than I can stand anymore. I got so pissed off I just finally left.**Sigh** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything went much better this morning. I headed to Kroger first to pick up some lobster tails and some crab meat for our dinner tonight after our church candlelight service. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BHE's&lt;/span&gt; mother and father and their respective spouses (they all get along after all these years) are coming and Snow White will be there too. She is singing Ave Maria at the service tonight and I have several scripture readings to perform for the service.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BHE&lt;/span&gt; a couple of things for her stocking (we're only doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stuffers&lt;/span&gt; this year) and I also picked up something that I hope will make her blogging and online experience a bit better. Snow White should benefit too, so I guess it is our family gift this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are looking forward to a great Christmas Eve celebrating this wonderful season with good friends and family. I hope you all do the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-8557561024076723882?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8557561024076723882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8557561024076723882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8557561024076723882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SVJoFTuTdiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JIcNBkxXgk8/s72-c/snoopy_dance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-4595814334197612137</id><published>2008-12-22T10:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:35:28.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SU-2carEYKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/C5KdsDUyuf4/s1600-h/6a00d8341c6aff53ef00e54f841ad48834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282641487241437346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SU-2carEYKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/C5KdsDUyuf4/s400/6a00d8341c6aff53ef00e54f841ad48834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, here we go. It's Monday, three days before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three projects at work that must be done before the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever decorate the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so damn cold here today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to shop (and I don't know what I will be shopping for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have clients calling me about these three projects that are due before the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I blogging when I have shopping and work and decorating and work and shopping to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I need a smoke. Even Santa needed one around this time of year (at least sometime in the past based on this old ad I found).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I''m just kidding. Yes, I do have to do all these things, but hey, that's what I do. I love to procrastinate as much as possible for some reason. Then it's like I kick into overdrive and get 'er done. It's almost as if I need the adrenaline rush or something ... almost like a mission. It's amazing what manuevers have to be employed to make it happen, especially the shopping part. And it's really not shopping. It is buying. I usually make up mind at the last minute and then I will make the mad dash to the mall or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at mall. (with 2,000,564,838 other men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park at earliest convenience (lot is full, doesn't matter can walk faster without wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make eye contact with no one, walk briskly and directly to store, avoiding any vendors at kiosks trying to give you free samples or demonstrations (although one time this really cute little girl caught me and put some stuff on my finger nail that made it smooth and shiny, I think Snow White was with me that time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go in store through eye-watering and sinus attack- inducing perfume area. (Why is this? I gag every time. How can you stand all that stuff? What are trying to ...? Well, never mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediatley thereafter, find gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverse track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total time: 15 minutes (at warp speed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one more smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-4595814334197612137?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4595814334197612137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/crunch-time.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4595814334197612137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4595814334197612137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch Time'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SU-2carEYKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/C5KdsDUyuf4/s72-c/6a00d8341c6aff53ef00e54f841ad48834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-7701518031392619241</id><published>2008-12-19T15:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:39:57.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventies Man</title><content type='html'>Way back before the dawn of time for some of you, I was an adolescent preteen growing up in a small mill town in Eastern Va. At the time, this place was the center of my universe. Anywhere else was just somewhere you just didn't want to be. &lt;em&gt;That really has nothing to do with my post here, but that was the mentalilty when I lived there. It may still be that mentality for those who never left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know how much of a different world was out there. Thank goodness for tv. It brought all of the beauty of the outside world to our little neck of the woods even if there were only three channels to choose from. At least there was something to watch back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that age it was important to decorate your room with posters of heros or sports players or black light posters and everything else psychodelic held onto from a few years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being the male preteen that I was, along with just about every other boy I knew, there came the time to redecorate those posters with ones that, well , lets just say, ones that looked more toward a positive future. We were in lust and we didn't even know it. Like I said, thank goodness for tv. If there were none, I would never have been exposed (I almost typed sexposed) to these worldly beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the ones I had in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I don't still have them, but somehow found them on line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some you may remember them. Ahhh, the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUwCKai7eRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-WPfU2-G9Ug/s1600-h/lynda-carter01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281598840946522386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUwCKai7eRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-WPfU2-G9Ug/s400/lynda-carter01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUwB_unnlbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ehYLzG4sTxA/s1600-h/farrah+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281598657356338610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUwB_unnlbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ehYLzG4sTxA/s400/farrah+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUwB5NxdDJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q8F1zioKvxg/s1600-h/farrah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281598545460006034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUwB5NxdDJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q8F1zioKvxg/s400/farrah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine gave me the ever immortal poster of Farrah in the swimsuit. I think my mom bought the other two for me. What a great mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What posters did you have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-7701518031392619241?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7701518031392619241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/seventies-man.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7701518031392619241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7701518031392619241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/seventies-man.html' title='Seventies Man'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUwCKai7eRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-WPfU2-G9Ug/s72-c/lynda-carter01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-7050414400321938020</id><published>2008-12-17T12:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:21:41.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson for the Kids</title><content type='html'>I know all you mothers will like this. (Did that sound wrong?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyBl5n7Z6E8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyBl5n7Z6E8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-7050414400321938020?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7050414400321938020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesson-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7050414400321938020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7050414400321938020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesson-for-kids.html' title='A Lesson for the Kids'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-7266509818684906846</id><published>2008-12-16T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:01:00.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Seconds of Fame</title><content type='html'>I know some of you have requested seeing the film of our church Christmas concert. In lieu of that, I am providing this little tidbit, which is of much better quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a brief history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow white was contacted for an audition for a commercial. They were looking for NASCAR fans and members of a pit crew. Hey, I like racing and I have helped out a couple of guys at the local track in the past. Maybe I could go too. We asked the agent and she said "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, I tried out for this commercial (my first by the way) and got cast as a principal actor. Snow white also got cast as an extra so we got to do something together, just as father and daughter. It was a great day. They fed us and I got to hang out with some others who were like real actor types. I got to meet Tony Stewart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have seen this, but I'm sure you didn't know it me you were looking at. I show up at the 0:24 mark, as Tony Stewart is lifting the barbell. I am directly behind him throwing my fists in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/azIYQei2dXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/azIYQei2dXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-7266509818684906846?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7266509818684906846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-seconds-of-fame.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7266509818684906846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7266509818684906846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-seconds-of-fame.html' title='Two Seconds of Fame'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-4421965478378123244</id><published>2008-12-15T14:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:48:31.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUbCPkxflOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/o-B4Sjlv4_Y/s1600-h/choir01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280121185963578594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUbCPkxflOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/o-B4Sjlv4_Y/s400/choir01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is Monday afternoon already. Well, I say already, but actually the day is dragging by. It is like 73 degrees outside and these walls are closing in ever so slightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't sure whether or not to post about our concert last night, but since I put it out there, I figure I better follow up. I noticed BHE left me a comment on my post "Practice", requesting that the video be shown. I believe there were also prior requests that it be made available for public viewing. I'm not sure how to do it yet, so it may take awhile, if I think I can do it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I made a huge mistake. I brought the video camera into work to check out the show in third person. What was I thinking? I don't like seeing pictures of myself much less standing on a stage talking and trying to sing in front of people. I remember as a kid how weird my voice sounded to me on a tape recorder. It is even worse on video! Who the heck is that? Do I really sound that way? Why am I standing sideways? Why am I am I wearing a path in the floor as I walk from side to side? When did I get that fat and why am I wearing my pants like an old geezer? Do I really have that accent where it sounds like I am trying to cover up my accent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I the only one who thinks this way or is it my own insecurity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to the performance, everyone was pretty pumped up and nervous, but in a great mood and excited about getting started. Overall, I think it went well and the choir sounded good and strong. Of course, there were a few miscues, but hey, we're not professionals here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun. That's the most important thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But we're kinda glad it's over too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-4421965478378123244?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4421965478378123244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/show-time.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4421965478378123244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4421965478378123244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/show-time.html' title='Show Time'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUbCPkxflOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/o-B4Sjlv4_Y/s72-c/choir01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-5284783259225278448</id><published>2008-12-12T07:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:39:05.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUJpXXrcaGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8u6rHJ9Ffwk/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUJpXXrcaGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8u6rHJ9Ffwk/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278897563445782626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have mentioned that our Christmas concert at our little church in the country is coming up soon. In fact, it is this coming Sunday night. Boy, did that sneak up on us fast, just as Christmas will, and New Year's, then my birthday, then Snow Whites Birthday, then ... well you get it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go, and why does it go at what seems like warp speed the older I get. Maybe thats why old (I should say elderly since I am old to a vast majority anymore) people can't remember things as well. By the time you are that age, time is flying by so fast, you just can't keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what was I talking about? Funny how I can get sidetracked as I type ... hands not keeping up brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night was our final practice for the overall show. I have to sing a solo in the opening choir song and have been working on it sporatically for a couple of weeks. I probably went through it maybe 15 times yesterday afternoon, making sure I had the timing down and could remember the lyrics without having to think about it. I was feeling pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church about an hour or so prior to practice to finish setting up decorations, lights and such. Everything looks nice and it works well with the different songs and skits that we are doing. We have set up what we tried to make look like an outdoor scene with several Christmas trees. It looks pretty good for the limited space that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Everythings ready. Music. Lights. Choir ... check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get started. The music begins. It's starts softly ... slowly it progresses in a tranquil stream of notes that make you feel as if you are part of the beautiful scene in front of you. I stand, centered in the middle, at the top of the pulpit, acting as if I am stringing lights on Christmas trees. The music slows and I turn to the audience to begin. I sing a couple of lines and then BOOM! My brain explodes and I forgot what day it is, where I am, and most certainly any words that were supposed to be coming out of my mouth in some unison with this music that seems to be foreign to me. I completley lost it. What the ...? How could this have happened? Man, what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had my book with me so I could pick it back up. I don't have a recording of the debacle, but this gives you somewhat of a comparison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.toontracker.com/xmasra/bluexmas.ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time we went through it, we did much better. I have really believe that if we had warmed up or something, I wouldn't have screwed the pooch the first time. Well, at least that's what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday? We'll see ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-5284783259225278448?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5284783259225278448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/practice.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/5284783259225278448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/5284783259225278448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/practice.html' title='Practice'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUJpXXrcaGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8u6rHJ9Ffwk/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-3025647608212426524</id><published>2008-12-10T15:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:26:14.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boat Building</title><content type='html'>Some of you probably don't know that I have two identities. In the blog world I am known as "Cool Breeze", keeper of all that was ever cool and will ever be cool. In the real world, I am known as "The Surveyor", at least that is what BHE calls me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share a little bit of what I do with the world and I couldn't think of a project to share with you until this one came to mind. This particular job lasted a good while for us and is probably one of the bigger ones we have worked on in our business tenure of the last 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture really doesn't do it justice. From the air, this building is shaped like a football. Both sides are curved and it is six stories high. There is also a building adjacent to this that was much too big to include in the picture. The James River is located behind the new building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUAhxAJDidI/AAAAAAAAADw/eBCQ52xe0rA/s1600-h/Boat+Building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUAhxAJDidI/AAAAAAAAADw/eBCQ52xe0rA/s400/Boat+Building.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278255889013508562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a portion of an article that I found online describing the new building:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Peter Galuszka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising just behind the World War I-era Victory Arch on the historic waterfront of Newport News, the building has a dramatic presence. Its curved, glass-enclosed angles mimic the lines of a very large ship. When the $58 million Virginia Advanced Shipbuilding and Carrier Integration Center (VASCIC) opens in July, nautical themes will truly come into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced nautical themes, that is. Navy personnel, engineers from nearby Newport News Shipbuilding and researchers from 11 Virginia universities will get to work developing a complex system of radars and other electronics for the (CVN-X), the next generation of nuclear aircraft carrier whose construction is expected within a few years. The system will guide carrier strike aircraft to target, coordinate with other ships and identify airborne, surface and underwater threats. “The warfare system will be the future of all warfare systems for the next class of carrier,” says Irwin F. Edenzon, vice president for Technology Development &amp; Carrier Fleet Support at Newport News Shipbuilding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do on the job you ask? We provide all the layout for building construction: Wall locations along with steel support columns and all foundation locations, all new site improvements, curbs and parking areas and storm water management facilities.The site covered approximately 6 acres with a tolerance level of 1/4 inch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-3025647608212426524?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3025647608212426524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/boat-building.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3025647608212426524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3025647608212426524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/boat-building.html' title='The Boat Building'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SUAhxAJDidI/AAAAAAAAADw/eBCQ52xe0rA/s72-c/Boat+Building.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-3402877782077802711</id><published>2008-12-09T08:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:11:02.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ride Home</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we went to church Sunday morning as usual. It's a nice time to be with our church family during this Advent Season. Our little country church is decorated with wreaths and bows and it is the one place that is beginning to get me into the spirit of the holiday. We enjoy going each and every week and always feel more at peace just for being there that short time on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to hang out a bit longer than usual in order to help move everything out of the pulpit area to decorate for the Chistmas show. It's one of the things I have to do. Remember it's a small church where everyone pitches in to get things done. It doesn't bother me. I like to help where I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White drove separately this particular morning so she could go to the big city that afternoon for a vocal performance concert. So it was just me and BHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only live less than ten minutes from church so it's typically a nice, relaxing ride home. We'll talk about the service, or the choir, or usually what's for lunch. This day was a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving about 58 in a 55 which should not be a problem for anyone on Sunday at 12:30, but I had this car ride right up on my bumper. I mean close Jack. She had to be less than 10 feet from me. I could hardly see her hood in the rear view mirror and she was close enough that I could clearly see that she was a woman and that there was a man in the passenger seat. I think he was wearing some oversized coat and a knit stocking cap. (I know this doesn't have anything to do with the story other than I told you they were close).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothered me a bit, but I knew I would be turning in about a mile or so. But she kept pressing it, so I finally blurted out, "I've got some a**hole riding my tail". To which BHE says "Oh, just like you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do think happened to Cool Breeze's blood pressure upon hearing this comment? But, I kept my cool. I said "Well not as close as her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BHE responds with "Yea right", (in that way that says "You dumb ass. Don't you know how many years I've been riding with you?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained calm. I mean I kept my cool without saying anything in response to her comment that made my blood boil, but in the back of my mind, I knew was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally make the turn, hoping harmony on the ride home will return without this prick riding my tail anymore. But NO!! She turns too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Clark Griswold, "I'm gonna burn a little dust here! Eat my rubber!". I punch it, quickly leaving the pursuer, flying around the next two tight turns on this little country road, tires squalling, testosterone flowing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear, "COOL BREEZE!!! WHY DO YOU DO THAT?!?!?" At this point I am so pumped up, all I could get out was, "WHY DO YOU ... DO ... ANYTHING ... THAT ... YOU ... EVER ...?" It was all that I could muster without acting or looking like even more of a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining mile home was silent and at the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I act like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-3402877782077802711?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3402877782077802711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/ride-home.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3402877782077802711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3402877782077802711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/ride-home.html' title='The Ride Home'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-1018882479881164168</id><published>2008-12-05T15:04:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:15:09.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Weekend?</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has a big weekend. If you decide to drink, don't let this happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday. Do you know what the kids are doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the memories.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmKPsbDWeI/AAAAAAAAACo/FMAPCqu5i-s/s1600-h/563-after-wild-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmKPsbDWeI/AAAAAAAAACo/FMAPCqu5i-s/s400/563-after-wild-party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400440668543458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmKchpgxhI/AAAAAAAAACw/cJTxSYF0wl8/s1600-h/1304-cheap-bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmKchpgxhI/AAAAAAAAACw/cJTxSYF0wl8/s400/1304-cheap-bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400661114701330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmKq9DBhZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VRgGNYimfu4/s1600-h/passedout-photos-1219293898-21722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmKq9DBhZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VRgGNYimfu4/s400/passedout-photos-1219293898-21722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400908987630994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmK0dagbGI/AAAAAAAAADA/-0Ku7ZttLUo/s1600-h/photo_1213390869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmK0dagbGI/AAAAAAAAADA/-0Ku7ZttLUo/s400/photo_1213390869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276401072294882402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmK-Qlo4sI/AAAAAAAAADI/xB_zRpR-Kuw/s1600-h/sleeping_beauties_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmK-Qlo4sI/AAAAAAAAADI/xB_zRpR-Kuw/s400/sleeping_beauties_06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276401240650605250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmLG3tAS5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/gChAqc9vSTA/s1600-h/sleeping_beauties_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmLG3tAS5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/gChAqc9vSTA/s400/sleeping_beauties_07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276401388589435794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmLP-p7T7I/AAAAAAAAADY/zjdDcKPFGdA/s1600-h/sleeping_beauties_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmLP-p7T7I/AAAAAAAAADY/zjdDcKPFGdA/s400/sleeping_beauties_09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276401545074397106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmLY3dge1I/AAAAAAAAADg/mGPP0KSpO3I/s1600-h/sleeping_beauties_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmLY3dge1I/AAAAAAAAADg/mGPP0KSpO3I/s400/sleeping_beauties_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276401697762081618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmLhSrKZCI/AAAAAAAAADo/7RC1cj4KcME/s1600-h/sleeping_beauties_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmLhSrKZCI/AAAAAAAAADo/7RC1cj4KcME/s400/sleeping_beauties_21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276401842506064930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-1018882479881164168?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1018882479881164168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-weekend.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/1018882479881164168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/1018882479881164168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-weekend.html' title='Big Weekend?'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STmKPsbDWeI/AAAAAAAAACo/FMAPCqu5i-s/s72-c/563-after-wild-party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-8806442149553601283</id><published>2008-12-04T15:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:37:49.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Stuff</title><content type='html'>If you didn't know, I only blog at work. Is that bad? Whatever. I am the boss and I can do anything I want right? Well, at least that is what others seem to think anyway. The truth is that with the down turn in the economy, I seem to have extra time on my hands these days. My tasks now focus on making sure that the employees have chargeable hours and can get their forty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can now do whatever I want, I am leaving early today to go home and clean some deer meat and practice my songs before choir practice tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the short post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff coming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-8806442149553601283?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8806442149553601283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-stuff.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8806442149553601283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8806442149553601283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-stuff.html' title='Short Stuff'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-5978720713245636225</id><published>2008-12-03T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:47:51.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time is Here</title><content type='html'>In case you didn't already know this, I am a huge fan of Charlie Brown. I should also say that I am therefore also a huge fan of Vince Guaraldi. He is the musician who wrote the songs for Charlie Brown. The "theme" song is called "Linus and Lucy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Merry Christmas Charlie Brown", the show starts with a song called "Christmas Time is Here", which is sung by the kids in the show. For some reason, this song has always been the epitome of Christmas for me. When I hear it, all of my childhood Christmas memories come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing, along with my daughter Snow White, in our choir in our little country church in rural Virginia. We have been doing so for the last several years and it is great for some daddy/daughter time since we both have a passion for music; though she is the much better singer of the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church Christmas program has developed into more of a show and concert the last two years rather than a traditional cantata or play. Last year I sang "The Christmas Song" (you know, 'Chestnuts roasting on an open fire ...'). I was able (somehow with a miracle from God) to make it through to the end without falling on may face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have volunteered to sing "Christmas Time is Here". Man I hope I can pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a clip from the show. I hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRm5qofw5vs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRm5qofw5vs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-5978720713245636225?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5978720713245636225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-is-here.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/5978720713245636225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/5978720713245636225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-is-here.html' title='Christmas Time is Here'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-2738104885415380099</id><published>2008-12-02T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:38:24.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coonass - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STVLUovM4XI/AAAAAAAAACI/lfkgaFT1Nrc/s1600-h/Coonass2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STVLUovM4XI/AAAAAAAAACI/lfkgaFT1Nrc/s200/Coonass2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275205356439265650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coonass, or Coon-ass, is an epithet used in reference to a person of Cajun ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although some Cajuns use the word in regard to themselves, other Cajuns view the term as an ethnic slur against the Cajun people, especially when used by non-Cajuns. Socioeconomic factors appear to influence how Cajuns are likely to view the term: working-class Cajuns tend to regard the word "coonass" as a badge of ethnic pride; whereas middle- and upper-class Cajuns are more likely to regard the term as insulting or degrading, even when used by fellow Cajuns in reference to themselves.[1] (In Sociolinguistics, this type of behavior is termed covert prestige.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite an effort by Cajun activists to stamp out the term, it can be found on T-shirts, hats, and bumper stickers throughout Acadiana, the 22-parish Cajun homeland in south Louisiana.[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in 1984, I was attending NC State while BHE was at JMU, a mere 5 hours away in my Cutlass with no heat other than the bottle of Jack Daniels laying in the seat next to me. My cousin also attended JMU that year and it was nice to be able to see her when I got to visit. My brother had attended the University several years earlier and I had another cousin there before, so I was familiar with the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During spring break that year my cousin opted for Va Beach where she met some dude in the navy who was stationed in Norfolk at the time. We couldn't believe that she would ever fall for some guy in the Navy, who had a motorcycle and whom no one had ever seen before. But she did anyway. BHE said he was a good guy and that we would get along great. I was skeptical about this guy. Apparently, he had spend quite a bit of time in the brig while in the service. What kind of loser was he going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him some weeks later on one of my treks to Harrisonburg. He looked normal. Then I heard him say something. "WTF?" Then he said something to me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights because I had no idea what he said. I think I came out with something clever like "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I found out this illiterate sounding freak was from Louisiana. He said he was a Coonass. "What the hell does that mean?", I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and my cousin ended up getting married a few years later and I had to film the wedding. It was a time in my life when I was always asked to film weddings for some reason. I'm not sure why and I think I did like 8 one year, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done a lot together through the years from concerts to vacations to hunting and to racing. In Part 2, I'll hit on some highlights about different times and some different people and the trip I finally took to Cajun country this past spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-2738104885415380099?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2738104885415380099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/coonass-part-1.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/2738104885415380099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/2738104885415380099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/coonass-part-1.html' title='The Coonass - Part 1'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STVLUovM4XI/AAAAAAAAACI/lfkgaFT1Nrc/s72-c/Coonass2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-7713884508068538528</id><published>2008-12-01T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:56:23.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>??????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STQcdlvRjXI/AAAAAAAAACA/fzOcwPxGvsM/s1600-h/thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STQcdlvRjXI/AAAAAAAAACA/fzOcwPxGvsM/s200/thinking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274872358229871986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those days when there were so many things that you wanted to write about and just can't seem to get them down? This is that day for me. I'm new to this whole blogger thing and now that I am starting to write down some of my thoughts, they are starting to pile up in my brain. Maybe it's good to let some thoughts out, maybe it will make room for new material. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend was great and I would love to write about it, but how do you condense 4 days into a few words? Well, maybe I can: food, family, food, football, hunting, nap.&lt;br /&gt;That's close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone is ringing at work today, and that is a good thing this time of year (not to mention having it ring at all these days is a good thing). Hopefully, we can weather this storm as long as it may last. We are thankful for the year we have had because I know many who have not had such a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to putting down some real thoughts and memories pretty soon. I've got some people in my life and some old stories that really need to described and archived for posterity. Here are some things that I will writing about in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coon Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting the water tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Camaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Days (if I can remember those foggy days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how could I forget about Christmas. (More Charlie Brown memories and Rudolph of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-7713884508068538528?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7713884508068538528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7713884508068538528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/7713884508068538528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='??????????'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/STQcdlvRjXI/AAAAAAAAACA/fzOcwPxGvsM/s72-c/thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-6449894143324874362</id><published>2008-11-27T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:01:04.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>Today is a day off for me. It's a day that has long standing tradition in my family (which means that if I don't show up to my mother's house for dinner I will be on the s**t list). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day will go like this, and it includes a little testosterone for CBW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 6:00 am  Wake up, head to bathroom for usual morning ... well you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 6:20 am  Finally leave bathroom after reading half of Reminisce magazine that I have been reading for last 6 weeks ... make coffee, put on hunting garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 6:45 am  Go outside and have a smoke ... realize it is cold outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 6:50 am  Go back inside and now put on boots I should have put on before smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 7:00 am  Fix cup of coffee in travel mug, fix thermos with coffee, load truck with hunting supplies: guns, knives, calls, deer piss, clothes, food, water, seats, stands, radios, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 7:30 am  Go to meeting spot to start hunt, must wait for everyone to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 9:00 am  Everyone finally gets there, go to deer stand and wait for the big one to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SS2xWvQ7zCI/AAAAAAAAABw/zrE4tALxR7Y/s1600-h/whitetail_deer_wallpaper_386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SS2xWvQ7zCI/AAAAAAAAABw/zrE4tALxR7Y/s200/whitetail_deer_wallpaper_386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273065742923451426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 10:30 am   Big chase is over ... never saw a deer or a dog or even a squirrel ... must now leave to go to Cool Breeze's mothers house which is half way across state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 12:00 pm   Arrive at mom's for "the meal". Eat a plate of food that has so many varieties of fare that they are piled on top one another in the form of one big mound of what amounts to be some multi-colored and multi-textered casserole ... eat three pieces of pie and some kind of chocalate thing in a bowl with cool whip on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 2:00 pm  Leave to head back across state for home and a little afternoon "still-hunting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 3:15 pm  Get home ... go kiss BHE and ask about her day cooking for Friday ... sorry, honey, got to get in the woods quick before the big one walks by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 3:30 pm  Find nice big tree in woods near deer rubs and scrapes, looks like the perfect spot ... lean against tree and wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 4:30 pm  Wake up from nap in the warm afternoon sun, won't be long now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 5:15 pm  Go back to house now that it is dark, put away hunting gear, leftover uneaten food, clean out coffee cup, thermos, etc. ... turn on football game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SS21ndJSwSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DCUMXTkhugk/s1600-h/romo1_112308_360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SS21ndJSwSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DCUMXTkhugk/s200/romo1_112308_360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273070428163850530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 9:30 pm  Wake up from second nap on sofa, get up, take off hunting clothes and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-6449894143324874362?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6449894143324874362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/6449894143324874362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/6449894143324874362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SS2xWvQ7zCI/AAAAAAAAABw/zrE4tALxR7Y/s72-c/whitetail_deer_wallpaper_386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-3066719883909998036</id><published>2008-11-26T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:53:46.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>The holidays always take me back to when I was a kid growing up in a small mill town in eastern Virginia. This was the time when all you had were three channels to choose from on tv (four, if you counted the fuzzy PBS station that only came in if it was raining or something). It was a much simpler time. An easier time I think to be a kid. Todays youth are bombarded with a gazillion channels to choose from on the menu now. They don't understand what a "tv event" means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then the holiday tv shows were a family event that everyone looked forward to. Charlie Brown, that blockhead, and all of his friends were like family to me. They showed up every year for the holidays and were always on my things to watch list. I loved Snoopy so much that my first dog was a beagle. I named him Smokey though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little tidbit of the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving ... still takes me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnohHTLMs3Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnohHTLMs3Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to make more good memories this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-3066719883909998036?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3066719883909998036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3066719883909998036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/3066719883909998036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-8812978135410131175</id><published>2008-11-25T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:23:38.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doans Pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SSwKJXR694I/AAAAAAAAABI/GeNpv65noac/s1600-h/Doan%27s+Pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272600419728291714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SSwKJXR694I/AAAAAAAAABI/GeNpv65noac/s320/Doan%27s+Pills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that the older I get, the harder it is to stay in shape and not become some huge fat ass. I try to go to the gym at least three or four days a week, I eat rabbit food (I mean salads) for lunch as much as I can stand them and we try to eat healthy at home. We eat very little pasta and bread and seldom eat desserts, well that are planned anyway. My problem is that I just can't get filled up at night for some reason. Man, one plate just doesn't do it for me and since there is always extra, why not go and fix another. You don't want leftovers filling up the fridge anyway. But sometimes that extra plate just isn't enough either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the daughter will come in and say, "Hey dad, do you think I should bake some cookies?" Well, sure Sweetie, why not? They don't take long either. They are the ones that come prepackaged and all you have to do is put 'em on a baking sheet. There big too, and hot and chewy and delicious. Chocolate chip of course. The wife and daughter will usually eat a couple each, and they will bring me a couple too. Afterward, the wife will attempt to find a container for the remaining still warm and delicious, chocolatey, chewey devils still on the cookie sheet. "Oh, don't worry about dirtying up any container baby, I'll just finish those off for you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why I fight the huge, fat ass look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are probably wondering about the title of this post by now, but I had to give you a little background first. Like I said before, I try to go to the gym on a regular basis. I lift more than I do cardio (which is my first mistake), and am sore a lot during the week. But this is the thing that gets me. Yesterday, I did a little thing like lean over my desk and my back fell out of alignment or something. Now I have some damn sharp pain that is aggrevating the hell out of me every time I move wrong. Don't worry. It will ease up after a couple of days. It always does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning all I could think about were the old commercials for Doan's Pills that I used to see on tv as a kid, when I didn't understand what back pain meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older I get, the more obvious it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-8812978135410131175?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8812978135410131175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/doans-pills.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8812978135410131175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/8812978135410131175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/doans-pills.html' title='Doans Pills'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SSwKJXR694I/AAAAAAAAABI/GeNpv65noac/s72-c/Doan%27s+Pills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378256090152879720.post-4299698288730742228</id><published>2008-11-24T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:21:29.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Begins</title><content type='html'>This is my first entry and since I really don't know where I will be going with this blog, I thought I would give you some facts about me and my interests. These so-called interests may not be the least interesting, but they will give you a bit of insight on where my future posts will be leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a profile of me (or does it look like a resume?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Cool Breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place of Birth: Richmond, Va&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residence: Eastern, Rural Va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOB: 1965&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family: Wife and daughter, dog and cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employment: Self Employed Small, Professional Business Owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Team: N.C. State Wolfpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro Football: Dallas Cowboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascar: Jeff Gordon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Car: 1969 Camaro (I kick my self in the ass for ever selling it ... maybe I'll be able to own one again, someday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother says I drink too much and that smoking will kill me like it did my 85 year old uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for McCain/Palin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has passed away, but my mom is still a fireball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the idiots in Washington, D.C. are going to make things tough on the people who actually support this country ... those of us who are actually accountable for the decisions we make ... not waiting for a handout or feel that we are entitled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing, but I don't think I am very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cast in a national tv commercial as a principal actor the first time I ever went to a tryout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became licensed as a professional in my field of expertise at the age of 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife started a blog and since I felt like my feminine side was showing a bit too much after following her and her friends blogs, I thought I better just start my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going off on issues and people at times, but not always. There are some good things I'll be sharing also ... hopefully more often than not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1378256090152879720-4299698288730742228?l=coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4299698288730742228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-begins.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4299698288730742228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1378256090152879720/posts/default/4299698288730742228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-begins.html' title='It Begins'/><author><name>Cool Breeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30sUat4Ry6A/SYg_gnKH1jI/AAAAAAAAAHY/94lW4207i90/S220/Old+School.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
