<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 18:59:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Stardust's Journal of Random Ramblings</title><description>The diary is an art form just as much as the novel or the play. The diary simply requires a greater canvas.
Henry Miller (1891–1980), U.S. author</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>459</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-8355461297273112616</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-23T15:16:34.838-06:00</atom:updated><title>Our new village hall</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SzKHV-152tI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/UYV_JBVpCBY/s1600-h/village+hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SzKHV-152tI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/UYV_JBVpCBY/s400/village+hall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418542113396218578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here is a photo taken by a friend of the new village hall in our town. It's built in a commons area with library, orchestra shell, and other nice things...pond with fountains, walkways, outdoor music speakers, and picnic areas, places for sledding and playgrounds. It's a nice place to live, though our taxes are outrageous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today we are having nasty weather. Freezing rain and sometimes snow. Sometimes mixed, sometimes separate. The weather guys say it's supposed to turn to all freezing rain later this evening which should put a nice glassy glaze on everything and hopefully won't seal our vehicles closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I still am expecting two presents to be delivered and hope they make it here today. They are already several days overdue. Weird that this time next week will be the last days of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-8355461297273112616?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-new-village-hall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SzKHV-152tI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/UYV_JBVpCBY/s72-c/village+hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-6903979925340766031</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-23T15:06:40.684-06:00</atom:updated><title>Waynesville NC in Winter</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SzKFYs9SXJI/AAAAAAAAFJw/CC6L1eM8_I8/s1600-h/waynsville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SzKFYs9SXJI/AAAAAAAAFJw/CC6L1eM8_I8/s400/waynsville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418539961111698578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This photo is reminiscent of the scenes in It's a Wonderful Life. Actually, it is the main street going through Waynesville, North Carolina in the vicinity where my father and his family lived when he was growing up. A local photographer took this among other photos that are just as beautiful as this one after the recent snowstorm that went through the east coast this past week. Our daughter found herself driving through it two days in a row in Virginia and fortunately being from Chicago she knew how to drive in this stuff and didn't end up in a ditch like many folks who are not used to so much white stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-6903979925340766031?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/waynsville-nc-in-winter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SzKFYs9SXJI/AAAAAAAAFJw/CC6L1eM8_I8/s72-c/waynsville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-7998631079674908102</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T12:04:00.881-06:00</atom:updated><title>Snow, wind, ice and sub-freezing temps</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SyE3E7kmbzI/AAAAAAAAFJI/LuO08jBH2cg/s1600-h/snowwind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SyE3E7kmbzI/AAAAAAAAFJI/LuO08jBH2cg/s400/snowwind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413668784926256946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This image is pretty much how everyone's yards look around us. The winds were really bad yesterday, howling and making the siding buzz in an annoying kind of way. It gets on my nerves pretty quick. We haven't been able to figure out how to prevent the "buzzing" in high winds except for maybe to replace the siding with brick, and who has money for that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The new windows we installed over the summer are doing their job. We have no drafts at all and despite the cold temperatures, the furnace has not been running a whole lot and it's staying nice and comfortable inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday and all last night we had snow, but today the skies are bright blue and the sun is making the snow sparkle. It's pretty to look at but nothing I like to go out into. I have a cold today so that is another reason to stay indoors. I feel bad for Jon who has to be on the roof at work today for some insane reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-7998631079674908102?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-wind-ice-and-sub-freezing-temps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SyE3E7kmbzI/AAAAAAAAFJI/LuO08jBH2cg/s72-c/snowwind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-5207007285833584191</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T11:50:33.546-06:00</atom:updated><title>Star Wars in Concert</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SyE04bBHgTI/AAAAAAAAFJA/6d6LNxv2s6E/s1600-h/starwars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SyE04bBHgTI/AAAAAAAAFJA/6d6LNxv2s6E/s400/starwars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413666371005808946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;We went to see the Star Wars in Concert at Chicago's United Center this past Sunday and was an excellent performance of music, lights and video. The kids who attended looked so cute all dressed up in their costumes, and the adults...the Star Wars "nerds" wore authentic-looking costumes which made it fun. While I have enjoyed the Star Wars movies, and the music, I would never go so far as to dress up in a costume for this or any event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The food at the United Center was outrageous! Jon and I got an individual-sized cheese pizza to share and that was $12 and then a large Sprite was $6.50! We went to eat at Portillo's afterwards and got a beef and cheddar croissant, a regular beef sandwich, large order of fries, large drink and a chocolate cake shake for a dollar less than the piddly lunch at the UC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here is a video someone made and put on YouTube of part of the performance. Once the Star Wars production company figures out it is on there it will probaby be removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZoUlgmPSbF0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZoUlgmPSbF0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/37957209-5207007285833584191?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/star-wars-in-concert.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SyE04bBHgTI/AAAAAAAAFJA/6d6LNxv2s6E/s72-c/starwars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-7723422051032967564</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T20:06:05.048-06:00</atom:updated><title>Warm Cinnabon Coffee Cake</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sxm_eRLll7I/AAAAAAAAFIY/alKACqcw2-I/s1600-h/cinnamoncoffeecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sxm_eRLll7I/AAAAAAAAFIY/alKACqcw2-I/s400/cinnamoncoffeecake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411566953991346098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuff is incredible. Delectable! It was our dessert tonight. Warm from the oven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-7723422051032967564?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/warm-cinnabon-coffee-cake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sxm_eRLll7I/AAAAAAAAFIY/alKACqcw2-I/s72-c/cinnamoncoffeecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-5335560498975411702</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T19:58:45.987-06:00</atom:updated><title>Snowflakes in the air</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;It didn't snow as much as in these photos, but it will come. There were pretty tiny snowflakes floating in the crisp, cold air as my husband and I walked hand and hand across  the dark parking lot of the Burrito Loco when we went to dinner last night. The snowflakes were in the air again today as I drove to my doctor's appointment. It looks very lovely coming down so subtly, the flakes melting as soon as they hit the still-warm pavement. But all too soon we will be shoveling heaps of the white stuff again and again while wishing for springtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1hbS7bn3Dc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1hbS7bn3Dc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/37957209-5335560498975411702?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowflakes-in-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-3195196811530212299</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T20:15:37.891-06:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Thanksgiving</title><description>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sw3jlChL2UI/AAAAAAAAFH4/AhS9k_n1q10/s1600/turkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sw3jlChL2UI/AAAAAAAAFH4/AhS9k_n1q10/s400/turkeys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408228953012558146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Just want to say Happy Thanksgiving to all of my friends here. Tomorrow we won't be doing a whole lot of anything. I am making a turkey with all the stuff that goes with it, only on a smaller scale. The only one who will be here is out oldest son because our married son and our daughter-in-law are going to New York to spend the Thanksgiving weekend with her folks. Our daughter is spending Thanksgiving with her boyfriend's family. Mom and Dad are having their first peaceful Thanksgiving alone in 55 years! That should be really enjoyable for them...(though Mom says she misses having us all over and cooking the big traditional meal.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I look forward to watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on Thanksgiving day while the turkey and stuffing bakes in the oven, filling the house with a wonderful delicious smell of sage, onion and poultry seasoning. Then Jon watches football and chills and we all snack on this and that for the rest of the evening. It will be a quiet one this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-3195196811530212299?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sw3jlChL2UI/AAAAAAAAFH4/AhS9k_n1q10/s72-c/turkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-2234125936451371418</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T20:09:52.742-06:00</atom:updated><title>Mayberry</title><description>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sw3iEVQdL6I/AAAAAAAAFHo/mKWuLcFbYo8/s1600/snappy+lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sw3iEVQdL6I/AAAAAAAAFHo/mKWuLcFbYo8/s400/snappy+lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408227291595354018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;From November 13th through the 22nd we took a ten-day vacation first to see our daughter in Richmond and to see her concert with the Richmond Symphony Orchestra and then she performed a recital at the university she teaches at a couple days later. We had a really good time with her and I will post some pictures as soon as I get the film developed. I do have digital ones, too that I have to download. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After we left our daughter's we went to visit my aunt and uncle in North Carolina. North Carolina is such a beautiful state with rounded mountains covered with trees. Of course, at this time of year there are no leaves on the trees and was kind of gloomy the first couple days we were there, but the sun finally came out while we were walking down the street of Mayberry, or really known as Mt. Airy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We stopped at Snappy Lunch to get a famous pork chop sandwich. North Carolinan's eat slaw on everything. And on this pork chop sandwich comes slaw, chili, mustard, onions tomato and lettuce. Now that may sound bad but after giving it a chance it is pretty darn tasty.  Here is a photo of it. If you are ever out in that area, you must stop by and try one of these. MMMM good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sw3iEiMlBJI/AAAAAAAAFHw/lCHQJYVj9fA/s1600/pork+chop+sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sw3iEiMlBJI/AAAAAAAAFHw/lCHQJYVj9fA/s400/pork+chop+sandwich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408227295068750994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-2234125936451371418?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/mayberry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sw3iEVQdL6I/AAAAAAAAFHo/mKWuLcFbYo8/s72-c/snappy+lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-2601074042390771877</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-31T20:24:41.651-05:00</atom:updated><title>Zombieland on Halloween</title><description>&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SuzhvNlPdzI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/_efsojtTeok/s1600-h/zombieland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SuzhvNlPdzI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/_efsojtTeok/s400/zombieland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398938254526347058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Each year I have written here and on my other blogs about how much I loathe Halloween. I have admitted that I am a Halloween Scrooge. It's my second least favorite holiday after 4th of July.  Each year we leave the house during trick-or-treat time so we don't have to answer the door to little candy beggars saying "chick er cheet!" and then complain that you only gave them "one" or complain about the kind of candy you give them. Our neighborhood has always been full of spoiled kids who are used to getting candy at home anytime they want it and the good stuff. Not like in the neighborhood I grew up in back in the 50s and 60s where kids were actually happy getting a Dum-Dum sucker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well, we put the tenants in charge of the candy dispensing this year, if they wanted to. They didn't want their cars egged so they helped out. And Jon and I went out to get a hamburger at Wendy's and then went to the show to see Zombieland. I was wondering what it was going to be like. Our oldest son Jason said it was great and usually if he says something is good, it is. And he was right. It was hilarious. Woody Harrelson is so funny! All that happens is they blow away zombies, but they have to have "two taps" to make it stick. You have to see the movie to know what that means. The movie is a combination of fakey horror, comedy, light romance, and action. Something for everyone. It was an entertaining movie. I give it a thumbs up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-2601074042390771877?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/zombieland-on-halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SuzhvNlPdzI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/_efsojtTeok/s72-c/zombieland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-1055993662690076321</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-31T20:29:07.289-05:00</atom:updated><title>Virtual cooking, home decorating and shopping and farming...I am exhausted!</title><description>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Suzgh_zZoVI/AAAAAAAAFG4/pqlnETBgH7Q/s1600-h/cafeworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Suzgh_zZoVI/AAAAAAAAFG4/pqlnETBgH7Q/s400/cafeworld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398936927977709906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Friends and readers, I apologize for such a long delay in posting but seems I have acquired a weird addiction to virtual cooking and apartment decorating in Cafe World and YoVille which are Zynga games that are played via Facebook.  In between my real world stuff, I have been whipping up crabmeat souflees, cherry cheesecakes, Voodoo Chicken Salads, spaghetti and other culinary delights all with the click of my pointy finger. Oh if real-life cooking were so easy. This has been exhausting keeping up with the demand of customers coming into the cafe to eat, and not so easy to do. At first this appears to be a cute little children's game that six-year-olds can play, however they might be able to go through the process of choosing a dish and clicking to make it, however the planning of how much food to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; keeping it going to keep your buzz rating up requires calculators! My husband has been my "assistant chef" and he helps with the planning and managed to help me build up enough to expand three times now. It's getting ridiculous though that now I am starting to plan what I do according to when my crumpets will be done! So today, when we went out, I forgot about the buzz rating and just tossed on a few eight hour dishes and figured if I run out of food, oh well. But it wasn't so easy to get out of my mind. I was thinking about all those little cartoon avatars coming in and leaving because they didn't get served! And that affects my buzz rating. I am WAY to far into this crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SuzhKdfhZGI/AAAAAAAAFHA/SYO2UvVSsQE/s1600-h/yville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SuzhKdfhZGI/AAAAAAAAFHA/SYO2UvVSsQE/s400/yville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398937623142163554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then there is YoVille. Virtual village with a condo where all 1, 700, 000 of us players live together, and some even have two, three, four or more houses in addition to their condos. This can get crazy out of control. I like it because I can decorate and costs me nothing except little coins I earn my working in the YoVille Sweets Factory...and by doing ridiculous clicking on "buddy's" profiles to get those hidden pots of gold, turning on lights and picking up left presents. I admit I am really too sucked into these games! But they are fun and once they have you, you must keep playing with it. The funniest way to earn coins is to play games. These games of tic-tac-toe or rock-paper-scissors can be quite time consuming but we all have figured a way around that. We "max" each other out, which means we lose on purpose so the other guy gets all the points they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; are allowed for the games, then they return the favor. It's sort of like virtual prostitution, however since when we all meet up in front of the condo building we type little messages to each other like "max for max?" or "will one of you max me?" Sounds kinky...virtual kinky. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SuzhKkS7yyI/AAAAAAAAFHI/1fEGZ-JXHMs/s1600-h/fmtown.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SuzhKkS7yyI/AAAAAAAAFHI/1fEGZ-JXHMs/s400/fmtown.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398937624968416034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then there is FarmVille and Farm Town which I did join so my aunt who is almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; 70 can have me as a neighbor to increase her ability to do things and to get more money. I can do without the farms. I am bored sick of them and don't care if I expand them or not. But the thing is now, even though I can block it on my FB profile, I can't quit! I am always there. I don't have to play but the farms will turn to weeds...which I really don't care anymore about either. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;There are people who are absolutely seriously into this stuff and need therapy. These are the ones who use their credit cards to purchase "YoVille dollars" and Cafe World "money" and FarmVille and Farm Town cash. You give them your credit card number and you can get thousands of coins for like $100. And insane people are doing this. And not just kids. These are grown people. I have asked them how they get the Godfather mansion in YoVille and they say they purchase YoVille dollars to get imaginary stuff. I pointed out to some of these people via our little chatting back and forth that they could go buy a REAL outfit or home furnishings for real cash and actually have something tangible. I just don't get it. I would never buy imaginary money with real money to buy imaginary crap in an online game. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I really do need to get a grip though. Even though I don't go so far as to charge on my credit card to play these goofy little games, I am spending way too much time on them.Maybe someone will start virtual therapy sessions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-1055993662690076321?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/virtual-cooking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Suzgh_zZoVI/AAAAAAAAFG4/pqlnETBgH7Q/s72-c/cafeworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-651472693002230925</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T16:35:28.601-05:00</atom:updated><title>Cajun bean soup</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Ss0Ii0tQ6aI/AAAAAAAAFGI/5boGB-J2PKQ/s1600-h/cajunsoup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Ss0Ii0tQ6aI/AAAAAAAAFGI/5boGB-J2PKQ/s400/cajunsoup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389973723389421986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Autumn has blown in and cold weather is upon us. The winds were howling last night and I thought the roof was going to be lifted up into the air! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Today, the skies are blue, the fall colors are bright and a crispness fills the chilly air. I love this time of year. I also love my slow cooker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Cajun bean soup is simmering in my slow cooker as I am writing this. I make it with the 18 bean package, soaked overnight. And then after rinsing this morning, I put in water, diced tomatoes, spices and ham cubes and let it simmer. Then I added the cajun spices after it was cooking for a few hours. And I also added white rice. The air in the house is filled with a yummy spicy aroma. Soups and stews taste even better in cold weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-651472693002230925?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/cajun-bean-soup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Ss0Ii0tQ6aI/AAAAAAAAFGI/5boGB-J2PKQ/s72-c/cajunsoup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-8733420138279505063</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T16:28:55.384-05:00</atom:updated><title>Travels to Richmond</title><description>&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Ssz9reGQdXI/AAAAAAAAFF4/XmdzcOHrR4w/s1600-h/Galaxy+Diner+Richmond+Va+Carytown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Ssz9reGQdXI/AAAAAAAAFF4/XmdzcOHrR4w/s400/Galaxy+Diner+Richmond+Va+Carytown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389961777311151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went to visit our daughter in Richmond last week and help her move into her new house where she is living with a couple of new people. A young man owns the house and lives there, along with another young woman. It's a very nice house, though I liked the neighborhood with the park across the street where she moved from. But at least she won't have a jungle and fish ponds to maintain anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We left for our journey right after traffic court in Ottawa. It was the appeal for the traffic ticket Jon got for not moving over for a stopped cop at the side of the road when he did move over. But cops can accuse you and ticket you for whatever they want and it's your word against their's. He lost the appeal, which we expected and that was $250 donation to their corrupt county funds! We shrugged it off though, and didn't let it ruin our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We got to Toledo in time for dinner and checked into the Days Inn there. It was pretty decent. Clean. No pool and hot tub like they advertised, though! We were looking forward to that since we arrived early in the evening.  We got up the next morning and drove the rest of the way, and we can always count on it to rain in the mountains of Pennsylvania. It never fails. Fog, pouring rain, wind, stupid drivers who can't drive on wet roads. Wish people if they can't drive in bad weather they would car pool with someone else or stay home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Got to Mary's in time for dinner there.  She had a concert later in the evening, but we had plenty of time to for pizza at a good pizza place in Carytown. It's difficult to find good pizza out east, except for New York city. I love New York style pizza...nice and greasy and thin, thin crust and the pie is divided into triangle slices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mary had to go to her concert, her boyfriend Dave was at her house and they were going to go out to a party afterwards so Jon and I checked into our hotel. We stayed at the Courtyard of Marriott for two days and it was very nice. Nice comfy beds with lots of puffy pillows, cable television, workout room, swimming pool, hot tub, and restaurant and snack store. We went to Arby's for a quick dinner and then back to the hotel to chill. I read some of my book, Jon watched cable television and we were quite relaxed. Mary and Dave went to their party at a bar in downtown Richmond and they were witness to a shooting! It happened right there outside of their bar, and they were on the patio of this  bar outside. The gunman fired five shots, don't know how many times he hit the guy he was after, but it brought him down and the gunman fled. I'm so glad that Mary and Dave and no one else was hurt. The guy who was shot survived and police did capture the gunman, thank goodness! Mary had invited Jon and I to go along with them and so I was glad we had declined and opted to go to our hotel to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The next day we went over to Mary's house and did some internet and then we went over to the Galaxy Cafe for brunch. I ate my first batter-fried pickle spear and it was so delicious! We also ordered a fried Twinkie with ice cream and four fried Oreo cookies with ice cream and shared it. But we all said once we tasted it we wished we each had one of our own! It was so good. Melted right in your mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Ss0C5ZzP3KI/AAAAAAAAFGA/I8IqthTKRWw/s1600-h/Richmond+carpentertheater+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Ss0C5ZzP3KI/AAAAAAAAFGA/I8IqthTKRWw/s400/Richmond+carpentertheater+blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389967514233986210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mary's concert at the Carpenter Center was at three so we changed and went there. The performance was Carmina Burana complete with orchestra, adult and children's choruses. It was spectacular. The theater is beautiful. There is a deep blue night sky painted on the ceiling and walls and the sides have arches to see though, as you can see from the photo here to the left. It's my favorite color of blue. The concert was magnificent. My ears after felt as if we had just heard a heavy metal rock concert. Spectacular, just awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That evening we went to Kroger and got fried chicken, salad, rolls, potato skins and brownies and took it back to Mary's to eat. It was a good meal and a fraction of the cost of going to a restaurant. And probably a fraction of the salt. I still have to watch my salt intake and after eating at Galaxy earlier, to eat out again that same day would have made me sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We went back to our hotel around nine, and took showers, watched some t.v and fell asleep.The next morning we were up early since we had to check out. We had to switch hotels because Courtyard was doubling their rate on weekdays, which is ridiculous. Isn't a rented room at the half price better than an empty room for no money? Oh well...their loss. We went over to the Best Western and checked in and it was very nice, even nicer than the Marriott. Wish we would have stayed there the entire time. Free hot breakfast, plush comforter and lots of pillows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That day was moving day for Mary. She borrowed a friend's van and Jon and Dave got most of the bigger stuff over to the new place real quick. We were done moving stuff by noon, but the clean up took awhile. And we took another Galaxy break and got the fried Twinkies and Oreos again. Yum. I got a grilled cheese instead of a big burger the second visit since that would be just too much to eat two days in a row. But had to have those fried pickles, and fried goodies once more.  We went back to Mary's house again to clean and wait for the landlord. Then Mary and Dave decided to go back to her new place and Jon and I went back to our hotel and then we get a call from Mary asking if Jon has the key to her friend's van! No...David had it last. Dave said he put it in his pocket and it must have fallen out. They retraced their steps and didn't find it. But luckily, the friend had an extra key after all, after all that time spent looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The last day we were there we simply hung out at Mary's new house. She had taken Dave to the airport for him to go back home early in the morning, so we all slept late. Jon and I had breakfast at the hotel. And then when we went to Mary's Jon worked on fixing her bike most of the day. He always finds something to work on everywhere we go. Mr. Fixit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We went to Carytown Burgers for dinner and while they were ordering I went into CVS to get an itch stick for all the damn mosquito bites I got on moving day in that jungle of a yard over at that place. I looked like I had chicken pox I had so many! Jon ordered burgers for all of us and cheese fries, saying he thought I would like them, when in fact it was he who wanted them, not me. He can never say he wants bad food for himself. He has to say that I want it, makes him feel less like a piggie or something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After taking Mary home, we sat and talked awhile and then we hit the road. We had hotel reservations in Hagerstown, Maryland and didn't want to be getting there too late. Saying goodbye is always hard and I managed not to cry this time, but still my heart felt heavy having to leave my daughter again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Driving through D.C. at that time wasn't too bad. Driving through D.C. at rush hour is hell, and why we wanted to get on the other side of D.C. to avoid the morning rush. We got stuck in construction traffic about 20 miles outside of Hagerstown. So, Jon tells me to call the motel, an Econolodge, and tell them that we are on our way but stuck in traffic. It was about 9:30 p.m. An Indian guy answered and I usually don't have a hard time understanding people, but I did with him. I was getting frustrated because he kept saying the word "cancel" and I kept saying "no cancel!" and so handed the phone to Jon who managed to communicate with him that we were indeed coming and to keep our room for us. When we got there the we found ourselves feeling like we walked into a hotel in India. The furnishings, draperies, wall hangings, pictures were all Indian. It was very interesting, but also quite odd for an Econolodge to be decorated this way. The whole place smelled of curry, which many people would like. It wasn't repulsive, but Jon isn't keen on curry and it bothered him. We went up to our room in elevators that seemed like they hadn't been updated since the 60s. It shook and rumbled up to the fourth floor. When we opened the door to our room, we could see the cold wind and drizzle blowing in the opened window, no screen. The room was clean, but the carpet was now wet in that area. We closed the window, and drapes, and took showers and went to sleep on the too-short beds. It was a place to sleep and was clean, and quiet so that was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We drove all the next day, stopping at Tim Horton's in Toledo for dinner of soup and chili (Jon had the chili) and then made good time on the rest of the way home. It was good to sleep in my own comfortable bed. There is no place like home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-8733420138279505063?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/travels-to-richmond.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Ssz9reGQdXI/AAAAAAAAFF4/XmdzcOHrR4w/s72-c/Galaxy+Diner+Richmond+Va+Carytown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-5112065137621116242</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 00:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T19:54:07.474-05:00</atom:updated><title>Fickle washing machine</title><description>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SrV7TanIY8I/AAAAAAAAFDI/gU3U-y7Btjs/s1600-h/KenmoreFrontLoad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SrV7TanIY8I/AAAAAAAAFDI/gU3U-y7Btjs/s400/KenmoreFrontLoad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383344503082476482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday afternoon I carried a load of towels downstairs and put them into the washer and closed the door. I then poured in the liquid detergent into the proper place, and then the fabric softener and pushed the power button and the power came on. Then I pushed "start" and the digital read-out blinked F 01 over and over. Uh, oh...I groaned. What now! So I switched it off, opened the door, closed the door and tried it again....and  F 01, F 01, F 01....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went upstairs and found the manual. It says if it shows F 01 to first try unplugging the unit for two minutes and plug back in and try to set it. Did that and still F 01, F 01, F 01. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I left it for hubby. He was not happy having to deal with this problem with a washer that is only a year old. So, he tried all the stuff I did. Then he found the electrical prints online and saw that he had to take the whole thing apart to get to the circuit board so left it for today. He got up this morning and went downstairs to work on it and decided to try to see if it worked and guess what? It works...for now. But who knows what mood it will be in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that they make these product to fall apart or stop working after the warranty date so you have to go buy a new one. But why would they think we would want to go back and buy one of their products then? Probably no one cares anymore. They just want to make the product as cheaply as they can, charge us high prices and make huge profits and don't care if some of them stop working. They have our money already so who cares. And they think we are going to pay them for service calls on top of it, which many people do. But not these people. Jon can usually repair anything electrical, and if we can't we won't be buying another Kenmore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-5112065137621116242?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/fickle-washing-machine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SrV7TanIY8I/AAAAAAAAFDI/gU3U-y7Btjs/s72-c/KenmoreFrontLoad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-8735665154057136961</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T19:41:00.586-05:00</atom:updated><title>Muse - Bliss</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A band Helga got me to listen to...awesome video. Reminds me of my blogname. Thanks Helga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrROiUNwgCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrROiUNwgCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/37957209-8735665154057136961?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/muse-bliss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-3224813448951531297</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T17:16:40.349-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday to me....</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqwcyM0IdCI/AAAAAAAAFCo/jKBZS5iTMow/s1600-h/maxine+dog+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqwcyM0IdCI/AAAAAAAAFCo/jKBZS5iTMow/s400/maxine+dog+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380707303559820322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am now the age of the average speed limit. 55  How did I get this old? Where did all the time go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like the way Blogger puts a birthday cake at the B logo for your birthday...cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A couple of my friends also have birthdays all within a couple of days of each other. My friend Dodie turned 55 yesterday, but Robbin turned 55 on Sept 1st. And all my other friends are either 55 already or are turning 55 before the end of the year. My best friend Pam turned 63 -- though you don't seem that old, Pam ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hubby got me a yellow cake with light chocolate buttercream frosting, pink flowers and pink writing that says Happy Birthday... which I am going to go cut and serve here in a few minutes. Yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-3224813448951531297?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqwcyM0IdCI/AAAAAAAAFCo/jKBZS5iTMow/s72-c/maxine+dog+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-4649827286666662156</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 21:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T17:10:08.786-05:00</atom:updated><title>It's always something</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqwaHrxJw5I/AAAAAAAAFCg/spVEDjrtJDw/s1600-h/rca_cable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 73px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqwaHrxJw5I/AAAAAAAAFCg/spVEDjrtJDw/s400/rca_cable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380704374111191954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqwaB7PPpZI/AAAAAAAAFCY/KagmO-vkaG4/s1600-h/BDigitalbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqwaB7PPpZI/AAAAAAAAFCY/KagmO-vkaG4/s400/BDigitalbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380704275184723346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We have had cable internet and television for some time now and we went with the cable because we didn't want bulky boxes and stuff sitting around. The cable is nice and neat, no bunches of cables, etc. to deal with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, now the cable company informed us that as of September 29th we need to have digital boxes and adapters installed on all of our televisions or else we are going to lose more than 20 stations that are going to digital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The woman on the phone at the cable company told me that I could go over to this office at a nearby town and pick up the equipment, so that is what I did. I got there and the guy says they don't have them there and told me to go to this other town 30 miles away! I told him that I wasn't going to be driving around the planet trying to track down boxes I shouldn't need. Everything was supposed to come via the cable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;While I was talking to the guy at the counter, this man behind me said he was there for the same thing. Someone on the phone from the cable company told him to come over there and get this digital boxes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then the guy behind the counter says that we can have them shipped to our houses. I said why didn't the woman on the phone tell us that? Why did she send us over to pick them up at a place that doesn't have them? So, I phoned the cable company again from right there and set it up to have our digital boxes delivered. When at the end of the call she asked "anything else I can do for you?" I said, "Why don't you inform your customer service reps not to be sending people over to a place to pick up digital equipment when they don't have it there." and she just thanked me and told me to have a nice day. I have a feeling that my message will never be passed on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, hubby opens the box when it arrives. It has very, very short cables to connect the box to the tv, and also the power cables are quite short. SO, this is going to cost more money out of our pockets to buy cables that are long enough and some sort of jacks to make sure we get the right reception. What a bunch of crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Satellite dish is sounding better and better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-4649827286666662156?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-always-something.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqwaHrxJw5I/AAAAAAAAFCg/spVEDjrtJDw/s72-c/rca_cable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-5138287609390351170</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T18:00:41.451-05:00</atom:updated><title>Labor Day weekend</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqQ696hLYfI/AAAAAAAAFBs/XXTuK0j04JY/s1600-h/labor+day+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqQ696hLYfI/AAAAAAAAFBs/XXTuK0j04JY/s400/labor+day+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378488690342060530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I hope everyone is having a fun and relaxing weekend and hope those of you who have to work will find time to fit in some enjoyment, too.  What are Jon and I doing? Not much, just relaxing since we have the house to ourselves. We did do some work around here yesterday, finishing some more projects, installing new screens for the new windows. We did some shopping, including grocery shopping after we went out for breakfast yesterday. We just went to Denny's and I behaved myself and got the scrambled egg whites, plain English muffin, crispy bacon, and ate part of my hash browns and a small OJ and a cup of decaf. Jon got the whole shebang with the pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and a large orange juice. If I get breakfast out I have to get either pancakes or eggs but never both together. That's just way too much food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Today didn't do a whole lot. Jon had to go out to the store again. We did go out for lunch to our favorite pizza buffet at Chicago Dough Company where they have the worlds best buttery cinnamon sticks that are drizzled with white icing and hot out of the oven. Forget the rest of the food, I just want a plate of these things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqQ7psv--QI/AAAAAAAAFB8/-3T0G1F9-pk/s1600-h/inflatable+jumphouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqQ7psv--QI/AAAAAAAAFB8/-3T0G1F9-pk/s400/inflatable+jumphouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378489442560309506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Besides the noise of the cicadas and crickets, we also have to endure our neighbors inflatable jumping thing they put up in their back yard for all the kids and grandkids that will be at their backyard hoopla for the weekend. Not only do you have screaming kids, but there is also the constant running of the motor that keeps the jumping house inflated.  Makes me tempted to go see if we still have that old game of jarts...that put a nice hole in our swimming pool one time, and I am sure it could bring down one of these vinyl rugrat traps in no time. (I'm so evil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people who live behind us have too many kids. I don't know whose are whose over there anymore. The couple who owns the house are my and Jon's ages and they have grown kids, school age kids and now it looks like toddlers...also some of their grown kids have kids now so it's a regular free for all over there all the time. The father is often drunk and yells and screams at all the kids, sometimes smacking one of them if he loses his temper. I don't know if he is screaming at a kid or a grandkid. Doesn't matt&lt;/span&gt;er, his behavior is obviously because he is drunk and probably all those kids really get on his nerves...but hey, that's what happens when you worship the Pope and as Monty Python sings "every sperm is sacred". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Soon it will be winter and everyone will be hibernating in their homes and it will be so quiet there won't even be any birds around except for the little winter birds that do not migrate. Then all will be peaceful, and calm...but I will miss those summer sounds I complain about now. I will NOT miss the sound of the family with the herd of kids, however. They are too obnoxious for words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-5138287609390351170?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqQ696hLYfI/AAAAAAAAFBs/XXTuK0j04JY/s72-c/labor+day+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-3643984065146983826</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 22:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T17:37:58.040-05:00</atom:updated><title>Loudest insects on planet?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqQ4n_L8bpI/AAAAAAAAFBk/1k9xaZr0hDg/s1600-h/cicada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqQ4n_L8bpI/AAAAAAAAFBk/1k9xaZr0hDg/s400/cicada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378486114614800018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is a cicada. It's amazing how much noise only one of these critters can make. The decibel is unbelievable. And where there is a chorus of them, like there always is in late summer it can be quiet deafening. It's nearly impossible to try to sit outside and have any type of conversation while these things are going at it. The cicada along with the cricket choruses are also annoying when trying to fall asleep...unless the windows are shut tightly and the a/c on, which has been out house most of summer. Now I want to enjoy the cool evening breezes and while that is wonderful, we have to put up with the bug noise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Does anyone know of any insects that are louder than a cicada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-3643984065146983826?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/loudest-insects-on-planet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqQ4n_L8bpI/AAAAAAAAFBk/1k9xaZr0hDg/s72-c/cicada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-8873674259473913817</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T20:03:10.525-05:00</atom:updated><title>Julie and Julia</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqG3adbW3pI/AAAAAAAAFA8/g1biEBpCGfU/s1600-h/Streep+as+Julia+Child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqG3adbW3pI/AAAAAAAAFA8/g1biEBpCGfU/s400/Streep+as+Julia+Child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377781095260937874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went to see Julie and Julia with my good friend Pam today and this film was really good. Meryl Streep, who I normally do not care for in a movie, did a fantastic job portraying chef Julia Child.  She had the voice and actions down pat. I used to watch Julia Child's cooking show on television when I was a kid and through the years and found her to be quite humorous the way she would make a mess while she was cooking and if she messed up, no biggie. Then the way she would cook with wine and then chug it while she was cooking it was also amusing. Of course today, drinking on television, for real, is totally unacceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The movie conveys how very much in love Julia Child and her husband were. He was a gem, and she was very good to him, also. It seemed like they never fought, and though may have disagreed they didn't let it get out of control. A team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Julie of the movie is quite the opposite, though she idolizes Julia Child. She is moody, spazzes out and alienates her husband at one point. However, Julie, while writing a blog about Julia Child's recipes and life, manages to find herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good movie, two thumbs up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-8873674259473913817?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/julie-and-julia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqG3adbW3pI/AAAAAAAAFA8/g1biEBpCGfU/s72-c/Streep+as+Julia+Child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-6475181295479889901</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T19:54:51.834-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqG2I-mntKI/AAAAAAAAFA0/8-zUpV57b8w/s1600-h/birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqG2I-mntKI/AAAAAAAAFA0/8-zUpV57b8w/s400/birthday+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377779695417275554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mom turned 72-years-young today. She doesn't seem that old at all. She still works, still does everything on her own and can get down to the floor and sit and get back up again unassisted, which is something I can't do anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hope you have a great birthday Mom, and many more to come yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-6475181295479889901?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SqG2I-mntKI/AAAAAAAAFA0/8-zUpV57b8w/s72-c/birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-3729933294004211691</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T14:27:33.228-05:00</atom:updated><title>Rain Choir</title><description>&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6ZVpZqistk"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Beautiful... my mom showed me this while I was over at my parents' house visiting yesterday. It's really cool how they made it sound like a real thundershower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6ZVpZqistk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6ZVpZqistk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&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/37957209-3729933294004211691?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-choir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-6221024340365843549</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T14:26:14.219-05:00</atom:updated><title>Subbing for Bunco</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SpbcEfRsUoI/AAAAAAAAFAM/XH899G56k5Q/s1600-h/bunco-dice-game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SpbcEfRsUoI/AAAAAAAAFAM/XH899G56k5Q/s400/bunco-dice-game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374725174986560130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How many of my lady friends who read here have played Bunco and do you enjoy it? I subbed this past Monday at my friend Pam's Bunco game and it was fun to get out and have snacks and socialize with some very nice women, and I did have a good time. However, I don't think I could make a regular thing of this Bunco stuff. Sitting and rolling the dice for ones, twos, threes, fours, fives, and then sixes...then start all over again. It's just throwing dice and seeing what team gets 21 first, then stop...then rotate and do it again. And they give prizes for being lucky. I would rather just get together and talk for the evening and have dessert and coffee and forget the dice-throwing. They also pay money to do this.  If asked, I might do it again as a favor because the women are such nice and interesting people. But to join the Bunco "club", no thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I stayed overnight at my friend's house and the next morning she made breakfast and we went shopping at the antique stores near where she lives. I found myself a gorgeous aquamarine Trifari necklace for only $20. That was a good find! It's worth a lot more than I paid for it. I will be keeping my eyes open when I go to second hand shops and antique stores from now on. People don't know what they are giving away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-6221024340365843549?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/subbing-for-bunco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SpbcEfRsUoI/AAAAAAAAFAM/XH899G56k5Q/s72-c/bunco-dice-game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-1026238049274480091</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T11:24:25.029-05:00</atom:updated><title>Back to reality</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SogyNAJwj4I/AAAAAAAAE_U/AHcKbtFVOnA/s1600-h/Reality+TV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SogyNAJwj4I/AAAAAAAAE_U/AHcKbtFVOnA/s400/Reality+TV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370597754599935874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now that Heidi is in New York City continuing her vacation, it's back to reality for me and Jon...windows, windows, windows, will it never end?! And then he goes outside today and sees that a piece of our siding has popped off the house! What the heck??? He wants me to get off this computer now and get my staining clothes on. Staining, staining, staining.  I would rather do some more vacation type stuff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mom and Dad, if you read this, I will come over for a visit soon! I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-1026238049274480091?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-reality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SogyNAJwj4I/AAAAAAAAE_U/AHcKbtFVOnA/s72-c/Reality+TV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-5560623865321259558</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T12:09:53.867-05:00</atom:updated><title>Heidi from Aussie visits</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sogp8jcAC_I/AAAAAAAAE_E/mO5lRbNjER0/s1600-h/Heidi+at+Millennium+Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sogp8jcAC_I/AAAAAAAAE_E/mO5lRbNjER0/s400/Heidi+at+Millennium+Park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370588675920890866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I haven't been blogging or doing much online for the past week because my pen pal Heidi from Australia was here for a visit since last Monday. It was a busy week and we did a lot of things we haven't done in a couple of decades. Heidi and I have been pen pals for twelve years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Monday we drove to Ohare to pick Heidi up when she arrived and I recognized her from her photos right away. We drove her to her motel and then we took her back to our town for dinner at Chicago Dough Company which she thought was delicious (it is). We sat on the deck and chatted till the mosquitoes got too bad then I drove her to her motel for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tuesday, I picked Heidi up from her motel and we went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. We then drove to Frankfort to look in the shops there but we were disappointed to find that most of the antique shops that had been there for years had closed up. A sign of the bad economic times when shops are closing in a prosperous town like Frankfort! We drove to Orland Park after that and went to Borders where Heidi found some books to buy, and then we drove back to town and bought Un wiches from Jimmy Johns...they are the best! Lettuce wrapped around whatever filling you want. Better than all that bread.  We then went to Jewel and got some things to make a stir fry for dinner, and after dinner we sat on the deck and talked again. I think she was cold inside the air conditioning and why she wanted to sit outside. It's winter in Aussie so she wants warmth. I like it cool year-round. I would be better off living somewhere like Maine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wednesday, Jon started vacation and he drove us around everywhere. I had purchased tickets ahead of time online for the Spirit of Chicago lunch cruise. We picked Heidi up around ten and we drove downtown, arriving at Navy Pier a little after eleven a.m.  We easily found a place to park and we made sure we picked up our tickets and then looked in some of the shops while waiting for it to be time to board. The cruise was great. Beautiful weather. The host of the ship asked if anyone was celebrating anything special and I said that Heidi was visiting from Sydney Australia, and they welcomed her. I didn't know Jon was going to do this, but he told the waiter that it was our 34th anniversary and they announced that too. I was so surprised, and I also felt bad that I hadn't thought to say it before. That was really sweet of him.  The weather was so gorgeous. We got some very good photos of the city from the ship, and also of the lake and some sailboats etc that I will post on my Photography blog. The food was excellent. It was a buffet of salads, a couple of casseroles, baked flounder, chicken with marinara sauce, rolls, fresh fruit and desserts. There was dancing on the main floor, but we chose to go out on deck to see the view of the skyline and feel the breeze and sunshine. After the cruise we walked around Navy Pier, visiting the two stained glass museums that are are the far end. Heidi and I took a ride on the Ferris Wheel, and I will also post those photos on my photo blog.  We ate at a little place on the Pier and got Chicago Style Hotdogs, nothing Heidi had ever seen or eaten before. She took a photo of it before she ate it! She said in Aussie they only have hot dogs with mustard, nothing else on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;We drove back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Thursday we picked Heidi up a big earlier and we drove to Chicago once again. We started with the Sears Tower, now called the Willis Tower because the main lease-holder said he would only sign a lease if they let him change the name of it...what a doofus! It's my guess they will change it back after his lease has ended. The stuff they sell still says Sears Tower, I saw no souveniers that said Willis Tower on them. Anyway, we went up to the top and was the first time we were up there since 1978! The buildings below are more numerous now. Lots of new buildings, some blocking the view of Buckingham Fountain and Soldier's Field. There is a good view of the new Museum Campus where the aquarium, planetarium and Field Museum are. Sears Tower now has glass balconies, and while I didn't think I would ever step on one, I did...and here is proof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SogufqmiERI/AAAAAAAAE_M/4PKaqJCP5CY/s1600-h/My+feet+on+glass+balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/SogufqmiERI/AAAAAAAAE_M/4PKaqJCP5CY/s400/My+feet+on+glass+balcony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370593677186044178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Click on picture to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;After Sears Tower we went to Adler Planetarium where there is a presentation called Cosmic Collisions. It was a fantastic 20-minute show in one of the sky theaters.  We looked around the museum, and then took a walk outside and then sat by the lake on the far side of the planetarium and watched the boats go by. Afterwards we drove back home, stopping to get Chinese food to bring back for dinner. I was so tired and sore from all the walking, but was a nice day. We watched a movie before taking Heidi back to her motel for the night. The movie was Bruce Campbell Lives...corny but she thought it was funny as the guys did so that was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Friday was Museum of Science and Industry day and I really felt I would keel over a couple of times. I was really getting to be exhausted from all the running around. I had to keep sitting down. Every exhibit I saw with a seat and a little movie going I would go sit and watch it, even boring ones about energy, and war generals, etc!  We went on the submarine tour of the U-505 German submarine that was captured by the Americans. This is the only one in U.S. possession. They built a whole building around it and very nice and interesting exhibits with little film clips, etc. I made sure we saw the Fairy Castle, and also we took a tour of the Zephyr train which I never had a chance to see on past visits because the line was usually too long. This time there were only about eight people on the tour. We left the museum around 3:45 and headed over to Bennigan's on Michigan Avenue for dinner. Jon parked the car while Heidi and I ordered and started eating while waiting for him. He got there finally a half hour later...said he found a place to park for six bucks. He loathes having to pay $16 everywhere for parking downtown now. After dinner we walked over to Millennium Park and we put down a blanket and got situated for the Grant Park Symphony Concert. They performed Beethoven's Ninth...the Grant Park Chorus also performed with the orchestra. It was a magnificent performance. A bit weird though sitting in the grass with yuppies all around with their folding tables and chairs and fruit, wine and crackers and cheese...etc. etc. and what was annoying was that they had to have soft chats while the music was playing! During Beethoven's Ninth...what is wrong with these people! After the concert we walked over to Buckingham Fountain where there was a light show since it was dusk by then. We sat there for quite awhile. Jon finally went to get the car while Heidi and I waited on the corner of Jackson and Columbus chatting while waiting for him to get there. Then since it was very late we drove Heidi directly to her motel. It was a great day for her last day of her visit to Chicago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;We got up early yesterday morning to take Heidi to the airport. Jon drove the van so I could sit in the back next to Heidi to talk. It's a bit hard in the car to twist around and talk between the seat headrests. We said goodbye at the curb at departures, and she hugged me for a long time, and handed me a couple of envelopes. Inside one was a pair of crystal earrings. Then a thank-you card for me and Jon for being such good hosts. She said she would miss us. We are hoping to get over to Sydney in a couple years to let her show us around her city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Now it is back to email, snail mail and Skype with me and Heidi. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-5560623865321259558?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/heidi-from-aussie-visits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sogp8jcAC_I/AAAAAAAAE_E/mO5lRbNjER0/s72-c/Heidi+at+Millennium+Park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37957209.post-23760097421236397</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-09T09:37:24.915-05:00</atom:updated><title>34 years</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sn7elVvmECI/AAAAAAAAE-k/8u9Yuyuad0o/s1600-h/old+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sn7elVvmECI/AAAAAAAAE-k/8u9Yuyuad0o/s400/old+couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367972538945507362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The couple in this photo is how Jon and I are getting to look! LOL! With the way the years fly by it won't be long! We both will be 70 in about 15 years only! Eeegghads&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Today is our 34th wedding anniversary, and actually we have been together about 38 years if you count the dating years. Though we have changed in physical appearance, I can see so much about him that is still the same...the way his eyes smile first before he breaks out into a big grin or laugh, the way his hair curls up in ringlets when it is getting too long. The way he sleeps curled on his side in a fetal position at night. His profile as we are moving along down the highway in our van. The way he breaks out into sing-along with the songs he likes...especially Robert Palmer's "Simply Irrestible". Lots of little things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;So what are we doing today to celebrate? We are still staining windows and cleaning house in preparation of my Australian friend who is coming for a visit starting tomorrow and will be here all week. He is taking vacation so we can show her the sights of Chicago and the area around where we live. Maybe go to the Indiana Dunes one day if it isn't too hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;For now, it's back to work and we plan on celebrating after Heidi leaves to continue her U.S. visit on Saturday. Maybe we will go to Alexanders for a nice steak dinner and a movie Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37957209-23760097421236397?l=stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stardustrandomramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/34-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stardust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-grMJRYh2XM/Sn7elVvmECI/AAAAAAAAE-k/8u9Yuyuad0o/s72-c/old+couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>