<?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-1018618676604531949</id><updated>2012-01-30T19:50:20.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny or Interesting</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-7250975689777298441</id><published>2012-01-26T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:39:20.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="jokeheader" sourceindex="260" style="color: white; font-family: Tahoma; margin-left: 9px; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;tbody sourceindex="261"&gt;&lt;tr sourceindex="262"&gt;&lt;td class="td1" colspan="3" height="20" sourceindex="263" style="background-image: url(http://www.funnyville.com/images/joketable_01.gif);"&gt;&lt;div class="jhb" sourceindex="264" style="margin-left: 10px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Getting Drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr sourceindex="265"&gt;&lt;td class="jc" colspan="3" sourceindex="266" width="416"&gt;&lt;div class="ju" sourceindex="267" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 18px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he could buy him a drink. "Why of course," comes the reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;The first man then asks: "Where are you from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;"I'm from Ireland," replies the second man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;The first man responds: "You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;"Of course," replies the second man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm curious, the first man then asks: "Where in Ireland are you from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;"Dublin," comes the reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;"I can't believe it," says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;"Of course," replies the second man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: "What school did you go to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;"Saint Mary's," replies the second man, "I graduated in '62."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;"This is unbelievable!", the first man says. "I went to Saint Mary's and I graduated in '62, too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar. "What's been going on?" he asks the bartender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;"Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Kinly twins are drunk again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ju" sourceindex="267" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 18px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ju" sourceindex="267" style="background-color: #479deb; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 18px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-7250975689777298441?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/7250975689777298441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-drunk-man-stumbles-up-to-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/7250975689777298441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/7250975689777298441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-drunk-man-stumbles-up-to-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-7217159421447808526</id><published>2011-11-18T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:38:02.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am proud to have been raised in Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I was raised in Michigan, where we use our hand as a map, where Tim Allen, Alice Cooper, Madonna, Bob Segar, Motown, Eminem, Uncle Kracker, Stevie Wonder, Robin Williams, and Kid Rock are from. A vacation was to Cedar Point, Lake Michigan, Up North, or a drive across the Bridge. We love Faygo, Better Made Chips, Vernor's, Mackinaw Island Fudg...e, Strohs, and Red Wings Hockey. We know that the UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;......is ............a place not a direction. We know that Kalamazoo not only exists, but you drive through it to get to Climax and Hell. We play Euchre, swim in lakes, fish, and camp. Our dad's suntan stops at a curving line around his forehead. We have worn a coat and shorts at the same time. We bake with "soda" and drink "pop". We measure distance in hours. We can drive 65 mph in a foot of snow or a blizzard and not even flinch.  I am proud to have been raised in Michigan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-7217159421447808526?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/7217159421447808526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-proud-to-have-been-raised-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/7217159421447808526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/7217159421447808526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-proud-to-have-been-raised-in.html' title='I am proud to have been raised in Michigan'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-8212602470724398828</id><published>2010-10-13T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:52:08.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;                         There was a man who worked all of his life and  saved all of his money. He was a real miser when it came to his money.  He loved money more than just about anything, and just before he died,  he said to his wife, "Now listen, when I die, I want you to take all my  money and place it in the casket with me. I wanna take my money to the  afterlife."                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         So he got his wife to promise him with all her  heart that when he died, she would put all the money in the casket with  him.                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         Well, one day he died. He was stretched out in  the casket, the wife was sitting there in black next to her closest  friend. When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got  ready to close the casket, the wife said "Wait just a minute!"                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                                             She had a shoe box with her, she came over with  the box and placed it in the casket. Then the undertakers locked the  casket down and rolled it away. Her friend said, "I hope you weren't  crazy enough to put all that money in the casket."                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         "Yes," the wife said, "I promised. I'm a good  Christian, I can't lie. I promised him that I was going to put that  money in that casket with him."                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         "You mean to tell me you put every cent of his money in the casket with him?"                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         "I sure did. I got it all together, put it into my account and I wrote him a check."                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-8212602470724398828?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/8212602470724398828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/10/money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8212602470724398828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8212602470724398828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/10/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-6528610027192173468</id><published>2010-10-13T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:34:09.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Most embarrassing moment:  Tampax</title><content type='html'>"A lady picked up several items at a discount store. When she finally  got up to the checker, she learned that one of her items had no price  tag. Imagine her embarrassment when the checker got on the intercom and  boomed out for the entire store to hear, ‘PRICE CHECK ON LANE THIRTEEN,  TAMPAX, SUPER SIZE." That was bad enough, but somebody at the rear of  the store apparently misunderstood the word 'Tampax' for ‘THUMBTACKS.’   In a businesslike tone, a voice boomed back over the intercom: ‘DO YOU  WANT THE KIND YOU PUSH IN WITH YOUR THUMB OR THE KIND YOU POUND IN WITH A  HAMMER?’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-6528610027192173468?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/6528610027192173468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-embarrassing-moment-tampax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/6528610027192173468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/6528610027192173468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-embarrassing-moment-tampax.html' title='Most embarrassing moment:  Tampax'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-2034756895608624099</id><published>2010-10-13T11:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:32:14.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Most embarrassing moment:  About Nuts</title><content type='html'>"A woman and her sister were at the mall and passed by a store that sold  a variety of nuts. As they were looking at the display case, the boy  behind the counter asked if they needed any help. The woman replied,  "No, I'm just looking at your nuts." The sister started to laugh  hysterically, the boy grinned, and she turned beet red and walked away."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-2034756895608624099?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/2034756895608624099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-embarrassing-moment-about-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/2034756895608624099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/2034756895608624099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-embarrassing-moment-about-nuts.html' title='Most embarrassing moment:  About Nuts'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-1841014006400223053</id><published>2010-05-27T18:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:56:11.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out of the car!</title><content type='html'>I just received this true story from one of my relatives.  It came from a police report and I thought is was just too funny!  Here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Senior Moments (True Story) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An elderly Florida lady did her shopping  and, upon returning to her  car, found four males in the act of leaving with her vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding  to  scream at them at the top of her voice, "I have a gun and I know how to  use it! Get out of the car, you scum bags!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The four men didn't wait for a second invitation, but got out and ran  like mad, whereupon the lady, somewhat shaken, proceeded to load her  shopping bags into the back of  the car and get into the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She was so shaken that she could not get her key into the ignition. She  tried and tried and then it dawned on her why. A few minutes later she  found her own carparked four or five spaces farther down. She loaded her  bags into her car and drove to the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The sergeant to whom she told the story nearly tore himself in two with  laughter, and pointed to the other end of the counter, where four pale  white males were reporting a car-jacking by a mad elderly woman  described as white, less than 5' tall, glasses, and curly white hair,  carrying a large handgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No charges were filed. Ah, senior moments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-1841014006400223053?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/1841014006400223053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-out-of-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/1841014006400223053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/1841014006400223053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-out-of-car.html' title='Get out of the car!'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-8655308083501853608</id><published>2010-03-10T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:40:45.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to protect your Facebook wall from bad links</title><content type='html'>I read this article today from USA today and written by Bryon Acohido.  Since most of us have facebook accounts I thought I would share this article with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to protect your Facebook wall from bad links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defensio supplies a &lt;a href="http://defensio.com/"&gt;free tool&lt;/a&gt; you  can use to stop hackers from posting viral web links on your Facebook  wall.&lt;p&gt;You'll still have to be cautious about clicking on  infectious links arriving in Facebook messages from friends or in  Twitter microblogs. Such tainted links, which  instantly pull your  computer into a botnet, may not be coming from your trusted  acquaintance, as we described in &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/tech/news/computersecurity/2010-03-04-1Anetsecurity04_CV_N.htm"&gt;this  story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But by signing up for a Defensio account &lt;a href="http://defensio.com/signup/"&gt;here,&lt;/a&gt; you can at least  protect against bad guys littering your Facebook wall with infectious  links. Defensio will also protect your personal blog specifically by  blocking viral links from comments to your postings, another way bad  guys can take control of your PC, as they did last fall &lt;a href="http://content.usatoday.com/communities/technologylive/post/2009/11/620002596/1"&gt;exploiting  the hype&lt;/a&gt; surrounding the release of  &lt;em&gt;Twilight,&lt;/em&gt; the vampire  movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Unfortunately, with the increased adoption of social  networks by both individual users and corporations, the threat  potentially has also escalated," said Carl Mercier, Director, Software  Development, Websense. "With the Defensio application for Facebook,  businesses and individual users can now protect their Facebook walls  from malicious links, inappropriate content and comment spam."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;By  Byron Acohido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you enjoyed this article.  I will actually write something with my own words soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bethany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-8655308083501853608?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/8655308083501853608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-protect-your-facebook-wall-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8655308083501853608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8655308083501853608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-protect-your-facebook-wall-from.html' title='How to protect your Facebook wall from bad links'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-1151570537087352652</id><published>2010-02-19T18:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:11:49.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt Biscuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ecxrole_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:28pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A friend of mine sent me an email with this story.  It really touched me and I felt a need to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:28pt;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:28pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Burnt  Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When I was a kid,  my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I  remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard  day at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On that evening so  long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits  in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad  did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at  school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching  him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When I got up from  the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for  burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned  biscuits." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Later that night,  I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits  burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at  work today and she's real tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;And besides - a  little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14pt;" &gt;Life is full of imperfect  things....and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I  forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've  learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults - and  choosing to celebrate each others differences - is one of the most important  keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;And that's my  prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the  ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end,  He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt  biscuit isn't a deal-breaker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;We could extend  this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any  relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;"Don't put the key  to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in your own."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;God Bless You.....  Now, and Always.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So Please pass me  a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine.!.!.!.! And PLEASE pass this  along to someone who has enriched your life... I just  did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  lang="0" &gt;Be  Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;An original is always worth more than a copy. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-1151570537087352652?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/1151570537087352652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/02/burnt-biscuits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/1151570537087352652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/1151570537087352652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2010/02/burnt-biscuits.html' title='Burnt Biscuits'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-8715900320507946748</id><published>2009-11-29T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:45:33.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Couldn't be done by Edgar A. Guest</title><content type='html'>Somebody said it couldn't be done,&lt;br /&gt;But he with a chuckle replied&lt;br /&gt;That "maybe it couldn't, " but he would be one&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.&lt;br /&gt;So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin&lt;br /&gt;On his face.  If he worried he hid it.&lt;br /&gt;He started to sing and he tackled the thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That couldn't be done, and he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Somebody scoffed:  "Oh, you'll never do that;&lt;br /&gt;At least no one has ever done it";&lt;br /&gt;But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.&lt;br /&gt;With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,&lt;br /&gt;Without any doubting or quiddit,&lt;br /&gt;He started to sing and he tackled the thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That couldn't be done, and he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands to prophesy failure;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,&lt;br /&gt;The dangers that wait to assail you.&lt;br /&gt;But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,&lt;br /&gt;Just take off your coat and go to it;&lt;br /&gt;Just start to sing as you tackle the thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-8715900320507946748?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/8715900320507946748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-couldnt-be-done-by-edgar-guest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8715900320507946748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8715900320507946748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-couldnt-be-done-by-edgar-guest.html' title='It Couldn&apos;t be done by Edgar A. Guest'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-8248949742947077108</id><published>2009-09-29T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:22:49.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Motivational quotes</title><content type='html'>The difference between an optimist and a pessimist is that an optimist thinks this is the best possible world. A pessimist fears that this is true.&lt;b&gt; Unknown Author&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning, and does not stop until you get into the office. &lt;b&gt;Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The difference between a mountain and a molehill is your perspective. &lt;b&gt;Al Neuharth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-8248949742947077108?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/8248949742947077108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-motivational-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8248949742947077108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8248949742947077108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-motivational-quotes.html' title='Funny Motivational quotes'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-5437168781838984822</id><published>2009-09-29T01:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:11:38.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that if you want to make it bad enough, no matter how bad it is, you can make it.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gale Sayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where there's a will there's a way.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;English Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Determination gives you the resolve to keep going in spite of the roadblocks that lay before you.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denis Waitley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-5437168781838984822?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/5437168781838984822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivational-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/5437168781838984822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/5437168781838984822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivational-thoughts.html' title='Motivational thoughts'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-8246296740846982365</id><published>2009-09-08T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:50:04.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a great Labor Day weekend</title><content type='html'>I sent time with family at the beach, watched a band play music at CityPlace,  had a barbecue, and saw 2 good movies, Final Destination, and National Treasure.  Nice fun 4 day weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-8246296740846982365?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/8246296740846982365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-great-labor-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8246296740846982365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8246296740846982365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-great-labor-day-weekend.html' title='I had a great Labor Day weekend'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-7039130461665163934</id><published>2009-09-08T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:03:45.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope to have this attitude when I get old</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent this to me.  I hope to have this attitude when I get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;This is great!!  Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://co123w.col123.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.39.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d99ff5bd6-6440-4b01-a332-92d2044c491d.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3daW1hZ2UuanBn%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a3334774723_18480136&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.12.246.8&amp;amp;d=d4303&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_1fa72797576e1790827749921717d67fb57635508da687c12231fce8a1e84194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17px;"&gt;I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making My bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant..&lt;br /&gt;I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.&lt;br /&gt;Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &amp;amp;70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://co123w.col123.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.39.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d9145e95e-c766-4271-b557-4e39632af3c1.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3daW1hZ2UuZ2lm%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a3334774723_18506614&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.12.246.8&amp;amp;d=d4303&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_1fa72797576e1790827749921717d67fb57635508da687c12231fce8a1e84194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17px;"&gt;I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They, too, will get old.  I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, Or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and&lt;br /&gt;Compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://co123w.col123.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.39.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d3c812e0a-83d4-468d-8b28-a2e8a52aad34.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3daW1hZ2UuZ2lm%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a3334774723_18448667&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.12.246.8&amp;amp;d=d4303&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_1fa72797576e1790827749921717d67fb57635508da687c12231fce8a1e84194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17px;"&gt;I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.  So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their Hair could turn silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://co123w.col123.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.39.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d06f54ef2-1a7e-43b8-abd5-38cde6d1db0a.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3daW1hZ2UuZ2lm%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a3334774723_18466192&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.12.246.8&amp;amp;d=d4303&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_1fa72797576e1790827749921717d67fb57635508da687c12231fce8a1e84194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17px;"&gt;As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.  I've even earned the right to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, But while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).&lt;br /&gt;MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://co123w.col123.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.39.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d0b6d38bd-f3c0-4d49-9ef8-040a4d6bbd58.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3daW1hZ2UuZ2lm%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a3334774723_18488143&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.12.246.8&amp;amp;d=d4303&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_1fa72797576e1790827749921717d67fb57635508da687c12231fce8a1e84194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17px;"&gt;MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://co123w.col123.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.39.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3ddb3d6cd9-403f-4a10-9502-7eb91e0d558f.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3daW1hZ2UuZ2lm%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a3334774723_18504518&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.12.246.8&amp;amp;d=d4303&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_1fa72797576e1790827749921717d67fb57635508da687c12231fce8a1e84194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-7039130461665163934?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/7039130461665163934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hope-to-have-this-attitude-when-i-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/7039130461665163934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/7039130461665163934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hope-to-have-this-attitude-when-i-get.html' title='I hope to have this attitude when I get old'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-8750571149484195793</id><published>2009-09-01T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:29:36.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_EC_normalweb2" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sent to me by my friend Kathy...so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_normalweb2" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_normalweb2" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Century Gothic'; color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serenity Under Pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_EC_normalweb2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_EC_normalweb2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those I had to kill because they pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;And also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on today, as they may be connected to the ass that I may have to kiss tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_EC_normalweb2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;Help me to always give 100% at work: 12% on Monday, 23% on Tuesday, 40% on Wednesday, 20% on Thursday, 5% on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="EC_EC_normalweb2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;And help me to remember: When I’m having a really bad day, and it seems that people are trying to piss me off, that it takes 42 muscles to frown and only 4 to extend my middle finger and tell them to bite me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-8750571149484195793?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/8750571149484195793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/serenity-under-pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8750571149484195793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8750571149484195793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/09/serenity-under-pressure.html' title='Serenity Under Pressure'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-8127909717609151587</id><published>2009-08-31T02:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:39:51.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm up too late</title><content type='html'>It's 2:30am in the morning and I am awake still!  I can't sleep, I guess I am too restless.  I am also still addicted to twitter. I guess that won't change since its the first thing that I logged into once I knew I couldn't sleep.  I was in such  a bad mood earlier, when I wrote my previous post.  Its been a tough week for me.  Ok, I must try to go and sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-8127909717609151587?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/8127909717609151587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-up-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8127909717609151587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/8127909717609151587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-up-too-late.html' title='I&apos;m up too late'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-5335249510782422432</id><published>2009-08-30T18:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:07:02.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to Relax!</title><content type='html'>Auuuhhhhh....Sunday, finally I get to relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny tenant complaint:&lt;br /&gt;"The toilet seat is cracked.  Where do I stand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Saturday, was such a crazy day for me.  I finally got my rental house ready for the new tenants.  My new tenants moved in on Saturday. I hope my new tenants work out.  I checked everything on my new tenants this time around.  I have become an expert at checking backgrounds on people.  Once the Real Estate market turns around, I will proably sell my rental house.  Tired of tenants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten bored with twitter this week.  TWITTER ADDICTION RESOLVED! I guess it was my bad mood I was in this past whole week.  I will just focus less on twitter and concentrate on other issues in my life that are pending.   I was just so exhausted from my rental property issues and other problem areas in my life that need to be resolved.   So to get me out of this bad mood I am in,  here is something to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUNNY DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MEN AND WOMEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Groceries:&lt;br /&gt;Women: A woman makes a list of things she needs, then goes out to the&lt;br /&gt;store and buys those things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Men: A man waits till the only items left in his fridge are half a&lt;br /&gt;lime and a beer. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything&lt;br /&gt;that looks good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his&lt;br /&gt;cart is packed tighter than the Clampett’s car on Beverly&lt;br /&gt;Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the express lane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Sex:&lt;br /&gt;Women: They prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Men: They prefer 30-40 seconds of foreplay. Men consider driving back&lt;br /&gt;to her place part of the foreplay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Maturity:&lt;br /&gt;Women: They mature much faster than men. Most 17-year old females can&lt;br /&gt;function as adults.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Men: Most 17-year old males are still trading baseball cards and&lt;br /&gt;giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school&lt;br /&gt;romances rarely work out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Magazines:&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men’s magazines often feature pictures of naked women. Men are&lt;br /&gt;turned on at the sight of a naked woman’s body.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Women: Women’s magazines also feature pictures of naked women. This&lt;br /&gt;is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male&lt;br /&gt;body is lumpy and hairy and should not be seen by the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;Most naked men elicit laughter from women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week should be better for me.  I will blog more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-5335249510782422432?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/5335249510782422432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-to-relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/5335249510782422432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/5335249510782422432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-to-relax.html' title='Get to Relax!'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-7441312904304203427</id><published>2009-08-25T23:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:40:58.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I read this today.  I just had to share it! : D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny story from Onlyfunnystories.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ATM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new sign in the Bank Lobby reads:                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt; "Please note that this Bank is installing new Drive-through ATM machines enabling customers to withdraw cash without leaving their vehicles. Customers using this new facility are requested to use the procedures outlined below when accessing their accounts. &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         After months of careful research, MALE and FEMALE procedures have been developed.                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         Please follow the appropriate steps for your gender:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MALE PROCEDURE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                     &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Drive up to the cash machine.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Put down your car window.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Insert card into machine and enter PIN.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Enter amount of cash required and withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Retrieve card, cash and receipt.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Put window up.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Drive off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FEMALE PROCEDURE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Drive up to cash machine.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Set parking brake, put the window down.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Tell person on cell phone you will call them back and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Attempt to insert card into machine.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Insert card.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Re-insert card the right way.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Enter PIN.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Enter amount of cash required.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Check makeup in rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Retrieve cash and receipt.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside.&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Write debit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Re-check makeup.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Drive forward 2 feet.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; Reverse back to cash machine.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; Retrieve card.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt; Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, and place card into the slot provided.&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;strong&gt;23.&lt;/strong&gt; Give dirty look to irate male driver waiting behind you.&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt; Restart stalled engine and pull off.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt; Redial person on cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;26.&lt;/strong&gt; Drive for 2 to 3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;27.&lt;/strong&gt; Release Parking Brake.                       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-7441312904304203427?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/7441312904304203427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/7441312904304203427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/7441312904304203427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018618676604531949.post-1681781359685361012</id><published>2009-08-23T11:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:50:28.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational Quotes for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;We                            are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery,                            guided each by a private chart, of which there is no                            duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;b&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;Seek                            the lofty by reading, hearing and seeing great work                            at some moment every day.&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;b&gt;Thornton Wilder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The                            only way of finding the limits of the possible is by                            going beyond them into the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt; Arthur C. Clarke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If                            you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your                            hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;                          St. Clement of Alexandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lets see what can accomplish this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018618676604531949-1681781359685361012?l=beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/feeds/1681781359685361012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/08/motivational-quotes-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/1681781359685361012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018618676604531949/posts/default/1681781359685361012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth17-hellothere.blogspot.com/2009/08/motivational-quotes-for-today.html' title='Motivational Quotes for today'/><author><name>Bethy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840239289052047155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Myt_-EXMjc/SneNdfiWL4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/c9y_ybrnfhM/S220/DSCN3122.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
