<?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-19134987</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:40:30.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Tablet</title><subtitle type='html'>I want a laptop but I have to make do with a paper tablet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-5130870832230825745</id><published>2008-07-30T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:57:20.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truthiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/07/30/funny-pictures-started-it-ill-finish-it/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1434766" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-pictures-mom-lion-yells-at-offspring.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-5130870832230825745?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/5130870832230825745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=5130870832230825745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/5130870832230825745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/5130870832230825745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2008/07/truthiness.html' title='Truthiness'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-897709598151224900</id><published>2008-07-17T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:25:25.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Go! You Go Now!</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I don't need to be showing this to you, you already know about it. But I just can not take the chance that you might miss out on this brilliance. Rush now and enjoy the awesomeness that is &lt;a href="http://drhorrible.com/"&gt;Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-897709598151224900?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/897709598151224900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=897709598151224900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/897709598151224900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/897709598151224900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-go-you-go-now.html' title='You Go! You Go Now!'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-8936157749898499549</id><published>2008-07-14T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:06:08.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo...</title><content type='html'>So we have uprooted ourselves and moved halfway across the country, now residing in Oklahoma. Talk about culture shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move went really well, considering how badly it was going leading up to it. That was part of why I wasn't posting, because everything I had to say was negative or whining. No one needs to hear that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 3 weeks of packing, 3 loooooooong days of driving, and here we are in North central OK. The kids did great on the drive, and the cat did too amazingly enough. Though I did get bit twice, but we figured out the problem behind that and fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are here three weeks and unpacked and pretty much settled. Shannon has a job already but it looks like I may be doing the whole stay at home thing for a couple years, until Little is in school. Of course, the might not hire the insane when I am at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss California of course, for various reasons. Lived there a long time and got to enjoy certain comforts. Not going to find the same things here as there. I'll get used to it, and will probably work on getting care packages sent if I can, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this will sound stupid of course, because honestly, what are the odds, but I'm kinda bummed I never got to meet any of the California bloggers that I enjoy. It may have never happened but when I was still there there was at least a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are. That is what is up. I'm hoping to be writing a lot more now, because dayamn, I am going to have shit to talk about now. I'm tempted to start a new blog chronicling my adjustment but I'll just do it here I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it relates but new pictures are up &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95519414@N00/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-8936157749898499549?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/8936157749898499549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=8936157749898499549&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/8936157749898499549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/8936157749898499549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2008/07/soooo.html' title='Soooo...'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-4516133014561869864</id><published>2008-06-23T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:18:54.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live</title><content type='html'>It's true. I do. In another state and everything now. I begin my journey on becoming a middle American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-4516133014561869864?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/4516133014561869864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=4516133014561869864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/4516133014561869864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/4516133014561869864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-live.html' title='I Live'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-7719980863119613352</id><published>2008-04-13T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:23:07.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Armed Wonder</title><content type='html'>Okay, as promised, here I am. Sitting here in my recliner, typing this up on my laptop. Oh yes, I have a laptop now. It is ancient but it serves my purposes perfectly, mainly, getting on the net and chatting from the comfort of the living room. It really made recovery easier after the surgery, as far as being comfortable, and being smaller, typing was/is easier, and having a touch pad, didn't have to mess with a mouse using my wrong hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes surgery was had but not on the 4th of March like it was supposed to be. I only just had it, April 1st. No things got jacked up because of the flu. It completely and utterly ravaged this family. Little got it first for 4-5 days, followed by Shannon for 6-8 days, and taking care of them, well, you just knew I couldn't possibly be that lucky. So yeah, it kicked my ass too. 3 days before my surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nooooo, that couldn't possibly be enough. I was kept awake one night by not being able to breathe, after I got over being sick. Called in the next morning but couldn't get in, so had to go to Urgent Care. I was told good thing I did, because apparently I was having a massive asthma attack. She said my lungs were about sealed shut. Thank you, thank you, I don't do things half assed. It was/seems to have been a temporary thing, as I am fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then finally had the surgery, and here I am. Recovery has gone remarkably well. I was off pain pills 3 days after the surgery. I have Percocet for days now, woot. I have a 5 inch Frankenstein scar with staples down my arm. The Dr was cool and went around my tattoo. I have little strenght still, but my range of motion has increased hugely, and I only just started PT on Friday. Hopefully this will go quickly as I have a DisneyLand trip in 3 weeks and we are moving mid-June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tje girls are doing awesome. Little gets bigger by the day and already being a handful, that grows exponentially now. Munchkin is loving the hell out of Kindergarten, and doing quite well at it. She got pretty much all A's her last report card. She is reading now as well. I don't mean she knows some words, she is flat out reading. From my limited expedience as an aide in first grade, I'd say she is definitely reading at that level. I'm seriously proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go, all the news that is fit to print.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-7719980863119613352?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/7719980863119613352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=7719980863119613352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/7719980863119613352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/7719980863119613352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-armed-wonder.html' title='One Armed Wonder'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-7697668340618960422</id><published>2008-04-11T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:35:22.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Lives, Sorta</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have been horrible about updating, and will get a full one in sometime this weekend. In the meantime I have given in and gotten Twitter. You can find me &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/Murphyslaw13"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-7697668340618960422?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/7697668340618960422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=7697668340618960422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/7697668340618960422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/7697668340618960422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-lives-sorta.html' title='It Lives, Sorta'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6949608930179172152</id><published>2008-02-21T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:06:51.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollcall</title><content type='html'>Driving with Little yesterday, I'm singing along with Skynyrd..."What's your name, little girl, what's your name?". A voice pipes up from the back, "My name is Little, Daddy!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have my surgery March 4th. Shoulder replacement on the right side. This brings up my total to 3 replacements. My dreams of becoming a cyborg are coming to fruition. That and my abiding love of getting to know the fine people of the TSA when the metal detector goes off. Nothing shows the bond of brotherhood while being groped and patted down by Cletus while holding my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6949608930179172152?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6949608930179172152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6949608930179172152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6949608930179172152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6949608930179172152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2008/02/rollcall.html' title='Rollcall'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-5727230045633234503</id><published>2008-01-28T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:40:46.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Going On Roundup</title><content type='html'>My life is kinda benign. I live in happy domesticity and nothing exciting really happens. Of course, Little does her best to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night over at my parents for dinner, Shannon and I inside prepping, and Little and Munchkin are outside with the grandparents. We here a big splash in the pool amd we both look out, wtf? I couldn't see, but Shannon's sharp intake of breath and running for the door was all I needed to see and was right behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little apprently was trying to get water out of the pool witha bucket and fell in. Dad dove in after her, our hero. Apparently she only went under when she first fell in, but otherwise was keeping herself afloat. Eeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin is kicking ass at school. She does so good reading now, and I am so proud of her. I really need to tell her that more instead of being mad at the annoying stuff she does. She is getting so tall and more beautiful by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I am going to be getting shoulder surgery. My bid to become a cyborg is slowly coming to fruition. In addition to two fake hips, I'll have a fake shoulder too now. Wheeeee. Now let me see. Is it buy 3 get 1 free? I'll have to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm getting a lap top finally!! Woohoo!! Getting a hand me down, but liek I care. Need to set up some wireless, and then I am going to be non-productive from the  couch, or even bed. Killing brain cells in comfort. Ahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-5727230045633234503?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/5727230045633234503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=5727230045633234503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/5727230045633234503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/5727230045633234503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-going-on-roundup.html' title='What&apos;s Going On Roundup'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-3498070867366793985</id><published>2007-12-25T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:59:43.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>When Little dropped her juice cup on her new toy, she muttered "aww shit". I'm so proud. *eyeroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your holidays be filled with as few aww shits as possible and brimming with blessings. I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-3498070867366793985?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/3498070867366793985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=3498070867366793985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/3498070867366793985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/3498070867366793985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-4021844018086469890</id><published>2007-12-19T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:33:15.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little-isms</title><content type='html'>Here are somethings that have come out of the mouth of our babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning she told me she was tired. I asked if she was going to go to sleep when she got to Grandma Carolyn's, to which she replied, "No, bad manners".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When driving in the back of the car in her car seat, lately she has been shouting. Which in her book apparently means we just shout out the actual word, shout. Shout! Shout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little is fiercely independent and always wants to do everything by herself, to which she would say, "No! My do it!". As she was getting into her car seat by herself, silly me thought I'd correct her. "No Little, *I* do it." to which she hastily replied, "Nooo, my do it". "No no, Little you say, I do it". "NO! *MY do it". Our own little Abbot and Costello routine. I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this evening after dinner, my little ADD poppet was telling me she was all done. How she wanted down, she was stuck. I mentioned she hadn't used the magic word yet, to which she replied with a sudden look down at the floor....ooooh, a circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-4021844018086469890?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/4021844018086469890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=4021844018086469890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/4021844018086469890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/4021844018086469890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-isms.html' title='Little-isms'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-3028755731549987072</id><published>2007-11-13T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:49:04.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tap Tap</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know a decent indication that your a parent? When you have Disney cover songs interspersed with King Diamond and Korn. Nothing like following up The Ripper with Everybody Wants to Be a Cat. Toss in some ABBA and mix well. Yeah. However I will say that Munchkin did a pretty good job of moshing to Blind. I was proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why I adore my wife? Because we lay in bed and discuss the moon landing, the crusades, the Spanish Inquisition (no one expects it!) and then turn around and we are trying to fit Christmas carols with dirty lyrics. She rocks muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little, for the most part, has had uneventful 2's. This may be changing, and frankly, I'm ready for her to turn 4 already. She is such a pain in the butt (in a good, cute exasperating way) like 85% of the time. It's that 15% adorable, how cute is she, that really keeps her from being shaken. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are pictures galore up on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95519414@N00/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; if you want to catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-3028755731549987072?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/3028755731549987072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=3028755731549987072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/3028755731549987072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/3028755731549987072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/11/tap-tap.html' title='Tap Tap'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6213707857146764934</id><published>2007-09-10T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:09:28.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>System Up</title><content type='html'>I have been without a computer for several weeks because it appears my motherboard decided to give up the ghost. So Shannon and I have been sharing hers, and while that works, we certainly each need our own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most awesome friend T at &lt;a href="http://hexychick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hexy Chick&lt;/a&gt; hooked me up with her old machine. It should serve nicely until I can figure out what the hell I am gonna do. So in the meantime, I need to go through my old hard drive by connecting it to the wifes machine and save what needs saved so I can transfer it to the new machine. Need to put my DVD burner in too. Oh the fun never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone has or knows where I can find a Slot A motherboard for an Athlon 2800, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6213707857146764934?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6213707857146764934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6213707857146764934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6213707857146764934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6213707857146764934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/09/system-up.html' title='System Up'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-3893210416092755224</id><published>2007-09-04T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:50:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushy Stuff</title><content type='html'>So six years ago today, Shannon lost her mind and married me. Clearly I seized upon a moment of weakness or the like and obviously I got the better end of the deal. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with someone about that whole 7 year itch thing, and to be honest, can't even remotely fathom it. I have it good, nay, I have it fucking great. An awesome, loving wife who couldn't possibly be a better match. There is nothing that can happen in the next year that would even come close to even giving me so much as a twitch, much less an itch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Shannon, with much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-3893210416092755224?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/3893210416092755224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=3893210416092755224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/3893210416092755224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/3893210416092755224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/09/mushy-stuff.html' title='Mushy Stuff'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-8937933187680067190</id><published>2007-08-21T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:33:17.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things</title><content type='html'>I haven't done much in the way of meme's but this one seemd interesting enough. I found it over at &lt;a href="http://cyclochip.com/blog/"&gt;Chip's&lt;/a&gt; who snagged it from &lt;a href="http://tenth-muse.com"&gt;Joelle's&lt;/a&gt; and figured what the hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life: &lt;br /&gt;1) Navy plane captain&lt;br /&gt;2) Fry Cook&lt;br /&gt;3) Tax Examiner &lt;br /&gt;4) Teacher's Aide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I could watch over and over.  &lt;br /&gt;1) LOTR, any of them &lt;br /&gt;2) Any Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;3) Oceans 11 (Clooney/Pitt)&lt;br /&gt;4) 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived: &lt;br /&gt;1) Orangevale, CA&lt;br /&gt;2) Memphis, TN (Navy training) &lt;br /&gt;3) Whidbey Island NAS, WA&lt;br /&gt;4) Fresno, CA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I did this weekend: &lt;br /&gt;1) Took care of a sick wife. &lt;br /&gt;2) Took care of a whiny child.&lt;br /&gt;3) Watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;4) Did the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been on vacation: &lt;br /&gt;1) Korea &lt;br /&gt;2) Phillipines &lt;br /&gt;3) Las Vegas, NV &lt;br /&gt;4) Morro Bay, CA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods: &lt;br /&gt;1) Tri-tip &lt;br /&gt;2) Hamburgers &lt;br /&gt;3) Potato Chips &lt;br /&gt;4) Chocolate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be or go: &lt;br /&gt;1) Las Vegas &lt;br /&gt;2) Morro Bay &lt;br /&gt;3) Europe &lt;br /&gt;4) Japan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite activities? &lt;br /&gt;1) Being on the computer &lt;br /&gt;2) Playing Guitar Hero &lt;br /&gt;3) Watching Movies &lt;br /&gt;4) Cooking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite non-alcoholic drinks? &lt;br /&gt;1] Pepsi &lt;br /&gt;2] Mt Dew Code Red &lt;br /&gt;3] Lemonade &lt;br /&gt;4] Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite alcoholic beverages? (so rare I drink)&lt;br /&gt;1] Beer&lt;br /&gt;2] Mojito &lt;br /&gt;3] Kamikaze &lt;br /&gt;4] Vodka Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite scent/smells? &lt;br /&gt;1] Peach or Honeysuckle on my wife &lt;br /&gt;2] Baby shampoo on the kids &lt;br /&gt;3] Hugo on me&lt;br /&gt;4] Cinnamon rolls baking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite colors? &lt;br /&gt;1] Any blue really&lt;br /&gt;2] Hunter Green &lt;br /&gt;3] Black&lt;br /&gt;4] Maroon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower? &lt;br /&gt;1] Roses &lt;br /&gt;2] Daisies &lt;br /&gt;3] Orchids &lt;br /&gt;4] Sun Flowers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV shows?   &lt;br /&gt;1] Top Chef&lt;br /&gt;2] Heroes&lt;br /&gt;3] Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;4] Jeopardy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Hopes for the future? &lt;br /&gt;1] Buy a house &lt;br /&gt;2) Go to Europe &lt;br /&gt;3] Maybe open a bed and breakfast&lt;br /&gt;4] Arthritis under control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 bad habits? &lt;br /&gt;1] Too much computer &lt;br /&gt;2] Not enough time with kids&lt;br /&gt;3] Procrastinator &lt;br /&gt;4] Not filling ice trays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hottest profession of opposite sex? (What? What the hell kind of question is this?) &lt;br /&gt;1] Teacher&lt;br /&gt;2] Chef &lt;br /&gt;3] Dancer &lt;br /&gt;4] Molecular Biologist (okay I'm just filling spaces) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always seem so easy and then take me far too long to actualy accomplish? Why is listing 4 damn things so flipping difficult for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* apparently I already did one of this nature about a year ago, but I am leaving it because there are more and different questions and dammit I invested the time in this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-8937933187680067190?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/8937933187680067190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=8937933187680067190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/8937933187680067190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/8937933187680067190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/08/four-things.html' title='Four Things'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-2555723078502922401</id><published>2007-08-12T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:01:07.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin' the Girl Down</title><content type='html'>Daaaad!! Why can't I have blueberries? Blueberries are good for me!! They help me think! Why don't you want me to have blueberries and think good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping Disney and their nutrition crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-2555723078502922401?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/2555723078502922401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=2555723078502922401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2555723078502922401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2555723078502922401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/08/keepin-girl-down.html' title='Keepin&apos; the Girl Down'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-2746912361494641203</id><published>2007-08-06T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:52:25.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarterly Report</title><content type='html'>Christ on a crutch, how the hell do I keep going a month between posts. Someone needs to give me a kick, because I have no idea where the time goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on. Had an impromptu visit back to the OK when Shannon's grandfather passed away. We decided we would all go out, and the kids definitely helped brighten an otherwise somber time. Of course flying with the kids was a major test of patience but overall they did great. Of course we drugged Little with the Benadryl and that was a huge help. But no amount of Benadryl is going to help you deal with a three hour layover in Denver. So lots of walks and riding on the tramways while giggling manically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Munchkin did her part to make things interesting. My two favorite examples being thus. While flying into Denver we were navigating around some serious thunder clouds, replete with rain coming down and lightning. It really was scary/beautiful to watch. Munchkin asked me what happens when lightning hits the plane and before I could answer, she goes on with her answer. I bet we do down huh, complete with using her hand as an example, splatting into her leg. Awesome, why don't you say that a little louder honey. Hahahhaaa. And then on the way back, we were sititng over the wing, with the engine right there. She sits down and then turns to me and asks, is that a bomb? Oh dear Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My free time has been spent on on Guitar Hero for the most part. But sadly I am not good enough to advance any further. That kinda sucks, paying 40 bucks for a game and can't even access two levels worth of game. Maybe I'll get into Hard eventually. I never thought I'd be able to do Medium but I am starting to 5 star some of those songs, so who knows. I'll wait for prices to come down before getting the first one and the 80s edition. Especially since I'll never be able to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for me to be enjoying a carmel machiatto right after the Dr tells me they want to check me for high cholesterol? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I leave you with some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RrfB150GycI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nNfdQL9D8Cc/s1600-h/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RrfB150GycI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nNfdQL9D8Cc/s200/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095754635189602754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RrfB150GydI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Jea9HL_VJlM/s1600-h/IMG_2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RrfB150GydI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Jea9HL_VJlM/s200/IMG_2350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095754635189602770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-2746912361494641203?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/2746912361494641203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=2746912361494641203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2746912361494641203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2746912361494641203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/08/quarterly-report.html' title='Quarterly Report'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RrfB150GycI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nNfdQL9D8Cc/s72-c/IMG_2347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-1582559205053373167</id><published>2007-07-06T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:49:24.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Autographs Please</title><content type='html'>Okay, first off, new &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95519414@N00/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; up at Flikr. Hopefully have some more up as Little had her second birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Little isn't so little anymore. Getting bigger by the second, and still damn full of energy and mischievousness. I swear that girl gets into more stuff and more trouble. And when you bust her for something, she wraps her arms around your leg, gives a kiss, mwah, and then runs off to plan her next caper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin is hardly a munchkin anymore either. She is well on the path to being a young girl. Followed by young lady, followed by...la la la lalalalal (fingers in ears). She is super excited about starting school this fall. She'd start now if we let her. Will be fun to watch that attitude change over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer brokeded yesterday. Just quit working in the middle of my damn game. I have no idea what is wrong or what to do. I think the mother board died so am screwed because my chipset is old as fuck. Using my Shannon's in the mean time and the sooner off here the better for both of us. Damn split keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is a bored guy to do then with no computer? Play hours and hours of Guitar Hero 2 sounds like a brilliant plan! Arthritis in your hand? Screw it, play through the pain, Jimi would. Or load up on heroin, but really, that seems drastic. Talk about getting to live out adolescent fantasies. Who needs air guitar when I can slap on this 3 foot piece of plastic with no strings and jam baby!! I make Eddie Van Halen weep with my skills. Because, honestly even in pretend, not so good. But do I care? Nay I say!!! I will thrash and rock and scare children and cats in my quest for the next level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you will excuse me, I need to soak my hand in ice, and shoot up. They want an encore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-1582559205053373167?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/1582559205053373167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=1582559205053373167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/1582559205053373167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/1582559205053373167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-autographs-please.html' title='No Autographs Please'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-7125941761602426270</id><published>2007-07-04T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:46:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Facts</title><content type='html'>So looks like I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfishwrap.com/"&gt;MJ&lt;/a&gt;, so let's give this a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the rules, always with the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t forget to leave them each a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FACT: I have no short term memory. Now I am not talking Memento or anything but but things slip my mind. Whether it's my ADD or I am just absent minded (both I think) but I forget stuff, like cutting my nails or paying bills, posting here and the like. I'm not procrastinating, I just don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. FACT: I'm a gamer. I love games and gaming of all kinds. Card, collectible, board and oh yes, computer. I was actually a play tester and demo team member for a popular collectible card game several years back. I always have at least 3-4 games installed on my machine at a given time, and a stack of discs waiting to be played. Just bought Scene-It and Guitar Hero 2. Free time? What free time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FACT: I have an addictive personality. I can easily get lost in something, whether smoking, drinking, gaming etc. Fortunately I have given up smoking, rarely drink...gaming...well, oh well. I have shortened my vice list considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HABIT: When checking out at the grocery store, I tend to keep everything grouped as I put them on the little conveyor belt. Frozens together, dairy, meat, produce, dry goods. I have no flipping idea why, but I do it, nay, have to. Unless I am with Shannon then it doesn;t matter but by myself, that is how it is done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FACT: I have some form of social anxiety I think. Going to new places freaks me out, no matter even if I really want to be there. And it is next to impossible for me to eat out at restaurants. I need to call a shrink, because I want to change, but see #1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HABIT: I am a cluttery person by nature. I set down letters, papers, CDs, magazines and what not on my desk. Over time nice stacks build up, and about every 2-3 months, I need to have a grand sorting day and get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FACT: I love food, and love cooking. I wish I could do more fancy cooking but time, money and children do not always allow this. I love making chocolate truffles, and am rather well known for them within circles of family and work. I also enjoy grilling and am starting to get into true BBQ. Really need to fire up the smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. FACT: I rarely listen to the radio anymore, so am hopelessly out of date, but love music. I listen to my mp3s on my computer and so am stuck in the past I suppose. However did just pick up the new White Stripes, which kicks much ass and I recommend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. 8 things about me. I suck at these, because I can never think of anything, so it takes me a hundred years to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am supposed to tag 8 people, but I'll be honest, I don't have 8 to tag that haven't already. If you want to do this, by all means, do it and let me know in the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-7125941761602426270?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/7125941761602426270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=7125941761602426270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/7125941761602426270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/7125941761602426270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/07/eight-facts.html' title='Eight Facts'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-8301510291810535001</id><published>2007-06-01T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:47:21.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Has a Corm</title><content type='html'>I have BBQ on the grill, and was shucking some corn to have with dinner when Munchkin saw it. She comes running over, "Yay!! Are we having corn sticks with dinner?" And not to be outdone, Little kept grabbing the ears as I was done and setting them down and trying to play them like a harmonica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...pre-buttered corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an odd little family, but I'd never trade them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-8301510291810535001?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/8301510291810535001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=8301510291810535001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/8301510291810535001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/8301510291810535001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-has-corm.html' title='I Has a Corm'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6136721799793512291</id><published>2007-05-30T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:19:27.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Highlifes, Waiting Room Blues</title><content type='html'>So took Munchkin in for her very first dental check up. Probably a little later than it should be, but still, better than not at all. She was a pretty good patient too, getting the xrays and her teeth cleaned. Not at all patient, waiting on the dentist, but when they ere working with her, she did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downside of course is that she has 4 cavities. Tiny ones apparently, that only showed up on the xrays, and they are in between her teeth. Time to teach her to floss now. So certainly not looking forward to being there when she gets shot full of Novocaine and worked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has a cross bite because she is still sucking her thumb/finger. We have been telling her forever to knock it the fuck off but she doesn't. Even the Dr told her to stop but she is still doing it. Now, is it a little morally shady to have her associate her finger sucking to the pain of having cavities drilled so she stops? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I thought so too, but I am so tempted to do it. Horrible I know. Put me up for Father of the Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6136721799793512291?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6136721799793512291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6136721799793512291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6136721799793512291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6136721799793512291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-highlifes-waiting-room-blues.html' title='Old Highlifes, Waiting Room Blues'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6930040053954943608</id><published>2007-05-25T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:19:30.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back the Truck Up Boys!</title><content type='html'>We decided to give the girls rooms and play area a good cleaning. It was time for a lot of that crap to just be tossed. I'm sure we had no fucking idea we would be tossing out 7-8 garbage bags full. It was insane and Munchkin was the biggest culprit. That girl is seriously a pack rat. So when they got home, no one noticed anything other than everything was a whole lot cleaner. That of course may very well change once someone goes looking for a toy that is now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else watch the VH1 Rock Honors last night? Over all, not a bad show at all. When I was it was Nickleback doing a tribute for ZZ Top, I rolled my eyes and thought fucked up but by god they did a really great job. And so did Gretchen Wilson and Alice in Chains for Heart. Man that was a really great job and damn did Heart still kick some serious ass. Genesis was entirely blah...way to pick some hits to play. And then Queens of the Stone Age with Paranoid was enjoyable and so was Ozzy even in his current, addled condition, still seems to put on a decent show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6930040053954943608?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6930040053954943608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6930040053954943608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6930040053954943608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6930040053954943608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-truck-up-boys.html' title='Back the Truck Up Boys!'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-1307376339430285158</id><published>2007-05-16T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:26:22.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>Velcomen, bienvenue, velcome, come on in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the savagery I got from Pichy (j/k), I am here and posting. I had stuff to post but it all seemed so negative that I honestly didn't want to heap out for others to read. And from there, well, inertia and all that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are good here. Mundane, same old same old, but good, ya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Munchkin to my school's Open House so she could see the classrooms she'd be attending next year. That was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely Easter with the whole family over at my parents. Here are a couple pics to help get me out of the dog house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RkuQ9SMnuhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iaf0tA0h-F4/s1600-h/Munchkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RkuQ9SMnuhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iaf0tA0h-F4/s320/Munchkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065301588439448082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RkuQ9SMnuiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hZso5DzkSCM/s1600-h/Little.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RkuQ9SMnuiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hZso5DzkSCM/s320/Little.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065301588439448098" /&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;We had a lovely Mother's Day recently where I got in over my head making Shannon three different raviolis and three different sauces. It was a lot of fun though, and it kinda made me miss having the food blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little is currently enraptured with Blues Clues. She brings me the remote and asks "Peeeeeease Boo Cues." while making the little flashing hand signs that go with the show. Kinda hard to say no. She is a crack up. She doesn't say yes or no, every thing is yep, or nnnnnope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch over two weeks of school left and then I have the summer off. Not that I know what I am going to do with my time other than become more of a house dad and bored. I'm thinking of growing out my goatee again and dying it. Maybe bright blue this time. Then I'll get a tshirt that says Smurfalicious. Hahhaa. It's funny to me dammit, hush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-1307376339430285158?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/1307376339430285158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=1307376339430285158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/1307376339430285158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/1307376339430285158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/05/howdy.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5duU2a1y5yQ/RkuQ9SMnuhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iaf0tA0h-F4/s72-c/Munchkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6966267546080240169</id><published>2007-04-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:52:32.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noooo, You Don't Make Daddy Drink</title><content type='html'>I am seriously having one of those days. I am literally counting down the hours until they can go to bed. Especially Little. Bless her heart but she will be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she has been feeling a little under the weather. She woke up from a whopping 40 minute nap and was crying off and on at everything. Well aparently she hit her quota for crying because she horked up a ton of purple snot. Thank you Gatorade. Did I mention this was in my lap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she decided to go get naked and cop a squat in the middle of her bedroom floor. Not being enough, she got her thrown up on blanket out of the dirty basket and ran around trying to not be caught by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooooo, we're not done folks. We had to go and lock ourself in mommy and daddy's bedrom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Tick, tick tick..counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Just for fun, I decided to include the actual text messages I sent the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little just horked all over us...dunno if it is cause she is sick or because she has been crying so damn much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she decided to go to her room and get naked and pee on the carpet..then get nasty throw up blanket out, run around with it, rdy 2 strt drnkn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she just fucking locked herslef in our room...fuck me rollerblading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6966267546080240169?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6966267546080240169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6966267546080240169&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6966267546080240169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6966267546080240169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/04/noooo-you-dont-make-daddy-drink.html' title='Noooo, You Don&apos;t Make Daddy Drink'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6848608930195470140</id><published>2007-04-10T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:08:04.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's just the little things. &lt;a href="http://heyfreak.com"&gt;Mikey&lt;/a&gt; (who may be on the verge of coming back, yay!) was always pointing out the joys of the little things, and by god sometimes that is such the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home from spending Easter with the family over at my parents house, I had a very tired Little in the back and was hurrying home to get her down for a nap. I kept hitting green lights. One after the other, like clockwork, even the left turn which we always have to wait on. When all was said and done, we hit every single light green. Ten of those bad boys. Man that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more trivial than that was last week when I was doing laundry. I went to go change the loads over from the washer to the dryer and got there just as they were shutting down. I'd finish getting one load to the dryer when the next washer woudl stop to be done. Then I went to go take them out of the dryers, and I nailed it perfect again. Got there just as the first dryer kicked off and as I finished loading into the basket the next would finish, and so on. I felt like a laundry god that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes indeed, it is the little things that will make your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6848608930195470140?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6848608930195470140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6848608930195470140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6848608930195470140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6848608930195470140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-pleasure.html' title='Big Pleasure'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6219267504259689812</id><published>2007-03-31T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:27:58.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Related Crap</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got to go to the DMV. Always a treat really. I was smart enough (read wife told me) to get an appointment and I was hardly in there that long. I had to go in and renew my license. I had to retake the written test, because I haven't done that since I took the test the first time 22 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous about the test because as a renewal I could only miss 3. Then again, there were only 18 on the test. I had taken all the practice ones online and felt pretty confident until the test I took had lots of questions that weren't on the online ones. I manage to roll out of there with just missing 1. I'm legal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the car in for a smog and of course it had to go and fail.  Man that thing was billowing smoke. But it looks like we might get some help from the state to help pay to repair it so it passes. That will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We desperately need another car, and certainly a newer one. I better get to filing taxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6219267504259689812?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6219267504259689812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6219267504259689812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6219267504259689812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6219267504259689812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/03/car-related-crap.html' title='Car Related Crap'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6776036407567014441</id><published>2007-03-24T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T17:51:40.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Spew</title><content type='html'>Man, nothing like sitting down on the bed, buck ass naked as you change clothes, only to get goosed in the ass by the measuring spoons Little swiped and stowed where you decide to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got lemonade from a roadside stand run by a brother and sister. I was with my sister and told her to turn so we could get some, because honestly, you gotta support that kinda stuff. A buck got us two cups, and it really was pretty decent lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day while we had hamburgers, Munchkin picked off a sesame seed and said we should plant it and water it and watch it grow. I asked her what would grow and said she didn't know, hamburgers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6776036407567014441?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6776036407567014441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6776036407567014441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6776036407567014441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6776036407567014441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-spew.html' title='Random Spew'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-9088827923803959395</id><published>2007-03-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:54:36.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See It All So Clearly Now</title><content type='html'>Don't you love when childhood phenomena (doo, doo) are suddenly clearer as an adult.  The Munchkin and Little have been, well, hmmm....&lt;em&gt;challenging &lt;/em&gt;today. As I told my mom about it and she laughed and I commented how I was sooooo having a drink tonight and then it dawned on me clear as day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...OMG!! This is why you and Dad always had a drink before dinner!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-9088827923803959395?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/9088827923803959395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=9088827923803959395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/9088827923803959395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/9088827923803959395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-see-it-all-so-clearly-now.html' title='I See It All So Clearly Now'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-2660687846908009963</id><published>2007-03-15T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:25:40.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Found</title><content type='html'>Now the title certainly shouldn;t imply that I am or have been unhappy, so let's get that stated right away. However, I discovered a slice of happy this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to surprise Shannon with some ribs today and as I was in the kitchen bopping about as I prepped them, and made my rub and all the fun stuff that goes with, I was in an incredible mood. Top it off with iTunes pumping out the jams and I was a dancing around the kitchen and headbanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found me some happy. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-2660687846908009963?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/2660687846908009963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=2660687846908009963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2660687846908009963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2660687846908009963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/03/happiness-found.html' title='Happiness Found'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-2835086778153305661</id><published>2007-03-05T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:01:41.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Geeks</title><content type='html'>Shannon sees a commercial that had a duck phone in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooooh, I want a duck phone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's probably not hard to find. You can find anything anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about a hippo phone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am betting somewhere there is a hippo phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, but what about a homophone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I promise you I can fined a homophone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-2835086778153305661?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/2835086778153305661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=2835086778153305661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2835086778153305661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2835086778153305661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/03/english-geeks.html' title='English Geeks'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-4467302859804515267</id><published>2007-03-05T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:52:41.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Yeah</title><content type='html'>I have been rather lazy about posting here. About 3 weeks ago, everyone one of us was sick with a cold, and no it just could't be that simple. I think the girls each brough home a different strain from daycare because as soon as one of us got well, we'd get hit again, different symptoms. Too much fun. I can't wait until Munchkin is in school and has easy access to the germs of 30 kids to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the weirdest thing on my walk home from work. An older woman, let's say late 50's/early 60s riding her bike. Yay for her, no weirdness there, right? Ahhh, but she was wearing these black linen capris, and wearing a black sweater with big, gaudy, gold rings and earrings, with Linda Richman hair. Actually, now that I think about it, I just saw Madonna's Coffee Talk character go riding by on a mountian bike. Coolness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-4467302859804515267?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/4467302859804515267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=4467302859804515267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/4467302859804515267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/4467302859804515267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-yeah.html' title='Ok, Yeah'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6337107429343123484</id><published>2007-02-14T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:42:19.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather bizarre sentiment to be coming out with considering today is Valentine's Day. I'll grant you that one. Let me elucidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early early Christmas Eve, and I was talking to Shannon on ICQ. I had just opened my Christmas present from her, 100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda, and I read one I had just read and had caught my eye. And we chatted, and then as we are sometimes wont to do, we argued. And during the course of this argument, at precisely 12:52AM (PST) she said "cj. i love you." And minutes later I told her "I love you too Shannon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that this was a long distance love. Me in California, and she in Oklahoma. Several minutes later, as this was settling in, she also said ".. holy hell.. what have we done.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell what we've done babe. We moved you out here, got married, had two wonderful, beautiful girls, and are still in love. It has been over six years since we said those words. I love you more now than I did then, but not as much as I will in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matilde: &lt;/em&gt;the name of a plant, or a rock or a wine,&lt;br /&gt;of things that begin in the earth, and last:&lt;br /&gt;word in whose growth the dawn first opens,&lt;br /&gt;in whose summer the light of the lemons bursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooden ships sail through that name,&lt;br /&gt;and fire-blue waves surround them:&lt;br /&gt;its letters are the waters of a river&lt;br /&gt;that pours through my parched heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O name that lies uncovered among tangled vines&lt;br /&gt;like the door to a secret tunnel&lt;br /&gt;toward the fragrance of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invade me with your hot mouth; interrogate me&lt;br /&gt;with your night-eyes, if you want---only let me&lt;br /&gt;steer like a ship through your name; let me rest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you muchly Shannon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6337107429343123484?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6337107429343123484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6337107429343123484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6337107429343123484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6337107429343123484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-2487507620760269758</id><published>2007-02-02T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:29:03.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Window Seat Please</title><content type='html'>For whatever reason, the wife and I were singing Kumbaya, mockingly of course. Me being my usual crass self, I sang Someones !*&amp;amp;%ing my Lord, Kumabaya. Too which Shannon replied, he don't want to hear about that. I said, he already knows...Oh God! Oh God Yes! Oh God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-2487507620760269758?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/2487507620760269758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=2487507620760269758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2487507620760269758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/2487507620760269758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/02/window-seat-please.html' title='Window Seat Please'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-6426575897572357515</id><published>2007-02-01T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:39:22.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Piece Goes Where?</title><content type='html'>You know what's a good time? Vacuuming the entire living room before really noticing that it wasn't really sucking up, I was just brushing the damn floor. Then spending a couple hours of my afternoon trying to figure out and fix the damn vacuum.  Hint from me to you, blue smoke coming out, that is bad.  And the smell, oh my gawd. I imagine it would be something akin to the Terminator, Tom Servo, and Rosie after a pot of chilli with a bouquet of atomic death on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I triumphed and got the damn thing working again, and got to vacuum the place again. If that doesn't have good time written all over it, I dare you to come up with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double dog dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my mood was lifted on the way home from getting the kids from day care when Little started singing along with Jeremy by Pearl Jam. At the end with all the ooh oohs and aye yaes...she was there. She had Eddie's back, it was covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then clapped at the end because frankly...she rocked the house, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-6426575897572357515?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/6426575897572357515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=6426575897572357515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6426575897572357515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/6426575897572357515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-piece-goes-where.html' title='This Piece Goes Where?'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-4113014727378087397</id><published>2007-01-31T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:14:20.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Last week I copied over the entire archives of my old blog to my hard drive, so I could go back and reread someday whatever was going on. It was several years worth of stuff. Goofy and unimportant stuff I'm sure, but may be fun to check it out again, or even let the girls read it at some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with it copied and saved, I deleted MurphysLaw. It was hard to do, and that just sounds silly. I had a moments hesitation when I went to click the delete button, and a moment or two of sadness after it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is gone, but not forgotten I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-4113014727378087397?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/4113014727378087397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=4113014727378087397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/4113014727378087397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/4113014727378087397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/01/hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Hard to Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116993480678606866</id><published>2007-01-27T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T13:53:26.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Get You My Pretties, and Your Little Bun Too!!</title><content type='html'>Munchkin got busted and was sent to her room for the rest of the night. Rest of the night being, like an hour, including dinner. After dinner, I told her to go back to her room. After being in there all of a couple minutes, the inevitable call came, "Can I come out yet?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that will be under her yearbook picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When told no, she yelled down at this little gem. "You better let me out of my room or I'll turn you both into ham and then you'll be sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she only got madder as we laughed our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As an aside, as I about to post this, Little walked up to me offering up something. Turned out to be a turd from the diaper she just dug out of the pail. Yeah. You all fucking envy me, I know it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116993480678606866?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116993480678606866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116993480678606866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116993480678606866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116993480678606866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/01/ill-get-you-my-pretties-and-your.html' title='I&apos;ll Get You My Pretties, and Your Little Bun Too!!'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116958661459076294</id><published>2007-01-23T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:10:14.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Day</title><content type='html'>I am getting ready this morning, of course accompanied my trusty helper, Little and she is, well, we'll say helping. She is constantly thieving everything off the counter, in the drawer, or cabinets. She especially loves getting the deodorants and then she wipes them on herself, in various places, because that is what we do apparently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one of those new fangled deodorants that you twist the bottom and then the shit comes out some holes inthe top and then you swipe it on. I hate this. What was wrong with the old way with one big bar that coves it all? I need to gauge hwo much sputz to crank up there and frankly, that is more hassle than I need in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to sound like and old, get off my lawn kinda guy....back in my day we used rocks!! You'd spend all day looking for the perfect rock that was nice and round, and if you wanted to smell good, you pounded flowers for hours with it dammit and then rub your pits to smell nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get off my damn lawn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116958661459076294?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116958661459076294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116958661459076294&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116958661459076294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116958661459076294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-my-day.html' title='In My Day'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116897778640572224</id><published>2007-01-16T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:03:06.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sweet Nectar of Productivity</title><content type='html'>Oh Mountain Dew, how do I love thee?&lt;br /&gt;Let me count the ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laundry&lt;br /&gt;2. Dishes&lt;br /&gt;3. Vacuum&lt;br /&gt;4. Fold #1&lt;br /&gt;5. Make dinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116897778640572224?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116897778640572224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116897778640572224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116897778640572224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116897778640572224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-sweet-nectar-of-productivity.html' title='Oh Sweet Nectar of Productivity'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116881240905665012</id><published>2007-01-14T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:06:49.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell on Wheels</title><content type='html'>Little that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheels she most likely stole. She is such the little klepto. And intelligent. And destructive. Such a lovely combination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took apart a pair of pliers. Pliers, people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she has her good sides I suppose. She loves to dance and will stop whatever she is doing to do it, when the right song strikes her. Whether one of my mp3s or a commercial. And get this, she claps at the end of each song. A nice little polite clap showing the band appreciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116881240905665012?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116881240905665012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116881240905665012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116881240905665012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116881240905665012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/01/hell-on-wheels.html' title='Hell on Wheels'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116835712294740661</id><published>2007-01-09T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T07:38:42.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Forget</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling better now, but it was a kinda bleh weekend for me. Thanks guys for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, Munchkin cracked me the hell up and I kept forgetting to put it up here. I am down the hall, and in the kitchen I hear Shannon singing Row Your Boat to Little and I think to myself how sweet. Stick my head out to listen and over the chorus of Shannon singing..row, row, row your boat...gently down the stream....is Munchkin just around the corner from them, playing with her ironing board, bopping her head and singing...rock the boat...don't rock the boat baby...rock the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I about lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116835712294740661?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116835712294740661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116835712294740661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116835712294740661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116835712294740661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/01/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I Forget'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116804837509039464</id><published>2007-01-05T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:52:55.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Off to A Rip Roaring Start</title><content type='html'>...or at least it was until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going to pick up the girls from daycare, I hit a dog that ran into the street in front of me. I had no chance whatsoever of missing, and I hit it before my foot even reached the brake pedal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull over immediately and get out, and the person in the SUV two cars back grabbed the dog and raced it to the vet, leaving her teenage daughter to comfort the kids that had just raced up. The dog had gotten out and they had been chasing it to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the kids use the cell to call someone and the daughter her mom. I tell the boy who owned how sorry I was, but he said it wasn't my fault. Pretty mature and or understanding considering the moment. They get picked up and taken to the vet and I take the daughter to the vet to rejoin her mom and also to see about the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the dog winds up dying. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. But it didn't suffer so there's that I guess. I find out afterwards from some adult, relation unknown and the grandmother that it escapes all the time and has almost been hit before. She told me it wasn't my fault either. I know it isn't but I still feel horrible. Thank God this was before I picked up the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today started out so damn well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116804837509039464?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116804837509039464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116804837509039464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116804837509039464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116804837509039464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-off-to-rip-roaring-start.html' title='2007 Off to A Rip Roaring Start'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116787186994618528</id><published>2007-01-03T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:51:09.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Aim</title><content type='html'>I had to go get some blood work today that included the ole whizzing in cup. Yay. So I go in an whoever was before me, peed all over the damn seat. Now granted I don't need to sit down, but I feel compelled to clean it up because I don't want the people after thinking it was me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell pees on the seat? I mean c'mon already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116787186994618528?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116787186994618528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116787186994618528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116787186994618528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116787186994618528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2007/01/nice-aim.html' title='Nice Aim'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116762446986831151</id><published>2006-12-31T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:07:49.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Little has been uncooperative all day long with taking naps, so needless to say has been cranky-ish and tired. Her solution to all this? Climbing up on the table and finishing off Daddy's Mountain Dew Code Red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, perked her little ass right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can tell me how the Dick Clark New Years Eve was, I'm crashing before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116762446986831151?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116762446986831151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116762446986831151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116762446986831151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116762446986831151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116723868054752249</id><published>2006-12-27T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T08:58:00.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Are Changing</title><content type='html'>Back in the day, hours used to be spent on assembling toys the night before Christmas or on Christmas morning. These days, hours are spent trying to untie miles of tape and wires from the goddamn toys to get them out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116723868054752249?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116723868054752249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116723868054752249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116723868054752249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116723868054752249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/12/times-are-changing.html' title='Times Are Changing'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116702196170409585</id><published>2006-12-24T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:46:01.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Not much to tell in the day to day things of casa de Murphy. The kids have been excited about Christmas and the coming of Santa. Well, Munchkin more than Little as Little is still a little clueless but by god she is still enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our traditional Mexican food tonight (how that started I dunno) and we got cookies ready for Santa and some carrots for the reindeer and then they sat down with cocoa before bed. Little reeeeeeally likes the stuff because with every drink, she let out a hearty MMMmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to finish wrapping presents so suppose I should be doing that instead of sitting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very Merry Christmas to everyone and I hope it is filled with love, joy and happiness. And may the New Year bring you more good things to you and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116702196170409585?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116702196170409585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116702196170409585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116702196170409585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116702196170409585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116493124957167427</id><published>2006-11-30T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:00:49.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>So got a call about my test reuslts today. Turns out it isn't melanoma but some other -oma. Some kind of freaked out blood vessel. So that is a fairly decent sized load off my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116493124957167427?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116493124957167427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116493124957167427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116493124957167427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116493124957167427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/11/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116476129547766056</id><published>2006-11-28T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:48:15.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>First off, thanks to MJ for the poke in the ribs to get off my ass and get to posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lax on the whole thing because I was just sorta in a funk of sorts. I didn't want all my posts to be about all the crappy luck I was having and so stayed quiet. And then once quiet, inertia kept me that way I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is healing up, still a touch sore and swollen, and in my geniusness, missed my appointment yesterday. I saw a dermatologist a couple weeks ago and the growth on my leg scared him enough that he cut it out immediately, even though it was a consultation visit. Still waiting on the results of that. So that weighs heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, it is same old, day to day. Little is not so little anymore, soon to hit 18 months. Still not talking really but understands every damn thing said to her I think. Munchkin is turning into a young lady very quickly, and only just 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them crack me up. Separately that is. Together they quickly dissolve into chaos, and eventually someone winds up crying. Besides their mother or I that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard in Munchkins Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Loverboy? I dunno, some boy that goes around loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Munchkin talking to herself reliving VH1s 100 best 80s songs from the night before I guess.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116476129547766056?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116476129547766056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116476129547766056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116476129547766056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116476129547766056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116242411399155454</id><published>2006-11-01T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:35:14.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Physics</title><content type='html'>Okay, someone explain this to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in the midst of the night with tossing and turning, especially with two people, that covers move around. I grasp this. What I don't understand is how it is possible for her to get all the sheet and I get all the blanket and the comforter stays equally distributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that possible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116242411399155454?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116242411399155454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116242411399155454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116242411399155454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116242411399155454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/11/bed-physics.html' title='Bed Physics'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116225428574070888</id><published>2006-10-30T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:24:45.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But other than that Mrs. Lincoln...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here I am, still amongst the living, not for the lack of trying apparently. I haven't posted because I really hate whining about stuff here and that is all it would have been. I'm still going to now, so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is fine if not still a little swollen and sore. It has been the least of my problems. Seems that a couple days after the surgery seemed like a good idea to get an abscessed tooth. What is it about tooth pain that puts it in a higher plane of existence than other pain? I don't get it. So I get antibiotics that kill the infection but also make me nauseas. I try and suck it up and just keep taking them but finally had to stop when they finally actually made me sick. However, it did make the pain stop so yay there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am eating less than a super model between all the fun going on. I am sure I dropped about 10 pounds from all this mess. So I left this part out but the antibiotics were just to kill it long enough to go in and have it yanked out. Fun, fun! So that is always traumatic, having something yanked out of your skull. And then the ache for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this same time is when a chest cold thought it might be a nice time to stop by for a visit. And since it had all the makings of a party, my arthritis decided to stop by as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relatively fine now. Beating the last of the cold now, arthritis in check and my knee is fine. Even went to work today but had to nap afterwards cuz it took a lot out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how was the play?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116225428574070888?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116225428574070888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116225428574070888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116225428574070888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116225428574070888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/10/but-other-than-that-mrs-lincoln.html' title='But other than that Mrs. Lincoln...'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116129427271002795</id><published>2006-10-19T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:44:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lived</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the support. I made it through without any problems. That I know of anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was bad enough inside my knee that a 30 minute surgery took a bit over an hour. Leave it to me. My knee is swollen still, about the size of a decent melon of some sort. I get to start exercising it now. Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly enough, I still can't play the piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116129427271002795?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116129427271002795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116129427271002795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116129427271002795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116129427271002795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-lived.html' title='I Lived'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116110446648232838</id><published>2006-10-17T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:01:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Time</title><content type='html'>So today I go in for some arthroscopic surgery on my knee. That should be fun. I get put under completely, they do the surgery, wake me up and shove me out the door basically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to make this all the more interesting, I am in the middle of a full blown arthritic flare up. I can barely move and what not. I'm predicting I'll be back in the hospital again after trying to walk with crutches, hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fingers crossed for me and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116110446648232838?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116110446648232838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116110446648232838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116110446648232838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116110446648232838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/10/surgery-time.html' title='Surgery Time'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116051293322665243</id><published>2006-10-10T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T13:42:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste Sensation</title><content type='html'>Nothing like popping a lime Tums and then brushing your teeth. Mmmmm...chalky Mojito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other weirdness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife and I are lying in bed when she starts on the topic of turning lead into gold. She couldn't come up with the word and while it was on the tip of my tongue, I couldn't spit it out, so as a joke I said Necromancy. She responded with Occulmency. I counter with Arithmancy, she uses Runes...so somehow we are now in a battle of listing Harry Potter courses. I won with Transfiguration. I'm fairly positive we named everyone ever listed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're daft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, changing lead into gold. Transmutation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116051293322665243?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116051293322665243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116051293322665243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116051293322665243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116051293322665243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/10/taste-sensation.html' title='Taste Sensation'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116008303901408669</id><published>2006-10-05T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:17:19.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candygram for Mongo</title><content type='html'>At school today the teacher was giving the kids some Jolly Ranchers. Love me some Jolly Ranchers, Apple and Watermelon are the best of course. For whatever reason I flashed back to being a kid and getting some. Anyone remember when they came in a flat stick about 5 inches long or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd work on it for awhile and before you knew it, you had yourself a candy shiv. All pointy and those things got sharp! You'd be cutting your tongue and lips and cheeks. I bet they didn't let those in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to remember what else I bought as a kids candy wise, but can't remember. What candy did you buy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116008303901408669?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116008303901408669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116008303901408669&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116008303901408669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116008303901408669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/10/candygram-for-mongo.html' title='Candygram for Mongo'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-116000307906320425</id><published>2006-10-04T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:04:39.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minty Fresh</title><content type='html'>So Little likes to get into things. Shocking, I know. This includes the cabinets in the bathroom which I'm sure in her little eyes, is a "things I really shouldn't have" wonderland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite things are the little travel size stuff we have for...well, traveling. I mean, c'mon, they are Little sized. They are the greatest things on earth. She'd go trick or treating for them I'd bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she managed to get the mini Scope open. Yeah, the one with the child proof cap. Awesome. And then she dumped it on our bedroom floor, after an ill-advised drink I bet. So yeah. You can smell our bedroom halfway down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have been worse I suppose. Could have dumped a bottle of Hai Karate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-116000307906320425?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/116000307906320425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=116000307906320425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116000307906320425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/116000307906320425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/10/minty-fresh.html' title='Minty Fresh'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115999619432296270</id><published>2006-10-04T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:09:54.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Then My Testicle Fell Off</title><content type='html'>I haven't written lately because not much has happened, aside from me falling apart. But I hesitated from writing about it because, really, who wants to read about that kinda shit? And yet, here I am doing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago at my infusion, I had a reaction to it. After 5 years of taking the Remicaid, I had a reaction, and boy was it a doozy. Breathing got harder and harder as it felt like a band across my chest constricting. Then the heart rate accelerated some and it felt like it was just pounding in my chest. My ears burst into flames, or at least felt like it, while the nurse told me I was literally, beet red. So I got shot up with something I didn't hear and also 50mg of Benedryl straight in the blood stream. Now, taking a 10mg tablet orally, makes me all dizzy so you can imagine how I felt. I was fuzzy for 36 hours. I shit you not. I'm recovered and am fine now, obviously, but may not get to take the Remicaid anymore. So my arthritis may come back stronger. Suckity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I break my toe Sunday by some how walking to close to the couch and slamming it in the corner. It is the lovliest shade of purple right now. And the coup de grace, would be what I am assuming is an infection in my mouth, under the gums, because my left cheek looks like I am starting to store nuts for winter. And needless to say it is a wee bit painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Yay me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 39 Friday after next. Someone just put me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115999619432296270?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115999619432296270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115999619432296270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115999619432296270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115999619432296270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-then-my-testicle-fell-off.html' title='So Then My Testicle Fell Off'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115854818981819830</id><published>2006-09-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:56:29.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daredevil 101</title><content type='html'>Did you know that vacuuming is no longer merely a spectator sport but now an exciting new interactive game? Oh yes, just ask Little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gone from hightailing it out of the room whenever it starts up, to getting excited, patting it and jabbering a mile a minute the second it comes out of the closet. And once it starts up, whoooooa Nelly, the game begins! As far as I can tell, it combines aspects of Tag, Chicken and a touch of Red Rover. She's a nutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's no longer boring when I vaccum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115854818981819830?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115854818981819830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115854818981819830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115854818981819830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115854818981819830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/09/daredevil-101.html' title='Daredevil 101'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115782101533769861</id><published>2006-09-09T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T09:56:55.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>So last weekend, Shannon and I drove off to the coast, staying in Morro Bay. It was nice to have a couple days to ourselves sans kids. Not to mention that it was our first vacation, ever. So we decided for our 5th anniversary, we would do this and I am so glad we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was awesome with highs of 70. There was real fresh air not fucked up with smog that just settles in the valley and because no smog, a real blue sky. We just walked all over this little town, checking out the shops and what not. Spent way too much in a used bookstore, but hey, we could have worse vices. Played the if we moved here game, deciding where my chocolate shop would go. Ate great food from little shops and restaurants, and could the fish be any fresher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast but still missed the kids. Coming back was a mixed blessing. Nice to be home but damn going from 70 too 100 sucked hind tit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115782101533769861?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115782101533769861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115782101533769861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115782101533769861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115782101533769861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115769413175815943</id><published>2006-09-07T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:42:54.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Retrospect</title><content type='html'>Football has offically begun!!! Whoooooooo! And to top off it off, Pittsburgh starts the season off with a win! Very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating your weight in nachos with jalapenos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115769413175815943?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115769413175815943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115769413175815943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115769413175815943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115769413175815943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-retrospect.html' title='In Retrospect'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115725886251689657</id><published>2006-09-02T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:58:17.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazaraus Reborn</title><content type='html'>Or at least I will be soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sick...been achy...been absetminded and scores of other trifling and some what lameish excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell more but not for a few more days as I am going on vacation! Just a weekend jobbie to the beach with the wife for our anniversary. But god it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115725886251689657?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115725886251689657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115725886251689657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115725886251689657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115725886251689657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/09/lazaraus-reborn.html' title='Lazaraus Reborn'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115411936103053847</id><published>2006-07-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:42:41.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So..yeah</title><content type='html'>It has been hot as fuck here lately. It has been triple digits for weeks straight, and I think yesterday was the first time it was under 110 in a week. You know it has been hot when the high is going to be 102 and you are all, whew, a cold streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been fortunate with no blackouts. Other areas of the city have been hit, including my parents, but not us. Really surprising as we almost always get tagged. Maybe we are getting some good payback now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving last week to pick up the girls from daycare when we hit a stretch of road with the stop lights out, so it was slow going. It took about 25 minutes to go a half mile. People are idiots around here and do not know how to deal with intersections and no lights. But the most awesomely stupid thing I saw was two dumb ass chicks standing on the corner, repeatedly pressing the crosswalk button, waiting for a green walk signal. They cannot see that the lights are out and that traffic is not moving steadily but each side is taking turns (sort of). I wonder how long they stood there waiting, baking what few feeble brain cells they had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had my MRI done and let me tell you, Xanax kicks ass!! I was in the machine from an hour and a half but it felt like 20-25 mins. Right on. However, on the downside, the results were, well, hardly surprising. My right knee and both shoulders are becoming ravaged with the arthritis. Yay me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is going to happen is we are going to clean out my knee arthroscopicly and see if that does anything to slow down the pain and swelling. If it works, great, if not, not out anything really, and then I get to move on to total knee replacement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried stabbing me in the shoulder with a needle full of steroids to see if that would help or if I will need surgery on them as well. I asked if it was going to hurt and he said not much. After I yelped and winced, I told him he lied. He laughed and said yeah. This is why I love this Dr. So it helped for a day or two but the pain is back so surgery will probably happen there as well. Dunno if they will get scoped or total replacements there as well. I'm going to change my nick to Cyborg before long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it all is, such as it were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115411936103053847?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115411936103053847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115411936103053847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115411936103053847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115411936103053847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/07/soyeah.html' title='So..yeah'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115396237838590004</id><published>2006-07-26T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:06:18.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfffft</title><content type='html'>God I think of so much stuff to post and talk about but never seem to have time, or when i have time, not inclined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to point out how well I did last week regarding Rockstar. I picked 2 out of 3 for the bottom three and indirectly got the third with my comments. I also got the encore correct, so neener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks predictions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really truly wowed me this week. Everyone is just kinda doing the same thing it seems. Anyhoo...my prediction for the bottom three..Josh, Phil, Zayra..maybe Patrice will slip in. If Zayra does fall in there, she will get tossed, unless she amazes with her song, then Josh is toast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore this week will go to...Dana of all people. Girlie is coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her stock is rising with me and Patrice and Zayra have lowered. And does anyone else think that Lukas looks like a marmoset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with actual relevant stuff soon. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115396237838590004?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115396237838590004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115396237838590004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115396237838590004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115396237838590004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/07/pfffft.html' title='Pfffft'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115334656224529956</id><published>2006-07-19T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:02:42.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Round-Up</title><content type='html'>Okay, let's start with Hells Kitchen. I can't express fully enough, how badly I want to stab Sara in the head. I undestand the Maribelle has no leadership but Sara should have been the one to go. Now she gets the opportunity to fuck others over again when they join into one team. I have been rooting for Garret and Heather but Garret seems to be losing it a bit, while Keith is getting better and seeming less the dork he was ta the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Rockstar. Tommy Lee is still a douchebag. A 12 year old on at that but that is hardly a newsflash now is it? Some good performences again but for me anyways, a lot of meh ones. My prediction for bottom three is; Dana, Jenny, and Ryan. My prediction for encore is tough. Might be Dilana because everyone seems to have a hard on for her, but she has had an encore already, and don't know if they will double up or not. I guess my prediction will be Magni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh has a great voice but it totally unsuited for this group I think. He is far too mellow, and I think Dana is to..nice, I guess. I didn't care for Patrice this week, hopefully she will turn it around but do still like Toby and Zayra (sorry Pischy :P ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115334656224529956?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115334656224529956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115334656224529956&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115334656224529956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115334656224529956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/07/reality-round-up.html' title='Reality Round-Up'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115315672282215683</id><published>2006-07-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T10:18:44.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Kill Sara Connor</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a deep, introspective post that last one was. Then again, I was not low on some serious dosage vicodin. I used to think I got the good stuff but I was wrong. A half tab of what I  have now is just about as strong as a whole one of my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course leads me to where I am going in today's post. I saw my orthopedic surgeon the week before last, because dammit, everything is hurting, right? So after enough Xrays to make me glow, or at least be infertile, the synopsis is like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hips are still in great shape. They better be, since they aren't mine. Both knees shot, both shoulders shot. Booooo Arthritis, hooray Beer!!! He wants more detail though before he decides what to do. Soooooo. I get to have an MRI this Thursday, or as I like to call it, let's see if Murphy is claustrophobic. 2hours plus in that bad boy. But they are hooking a brother up with some Xanax first I guess to mellow my ass out. Never had that, so here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards he decides what to do. 1, is do nothing, I keep on the way I have been. 2, is he goes in a cleans out the joint. And my fave (not) 3, as far as my right knee goes, total knee replacement. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it is all over and done, I'ma be a fucking cyborg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115315672282215683?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115315672282215683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115315672282215683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115315672282215683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115315672282215683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/07/must-kill-sara-connor.html' title='Must Kill Sara Connor'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115283586540673716</id><published>2006-07-13T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:11:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Flicks</title><content type='html'>Munchkin is watching Jungle Book right now. I still love that movie, one of my favorite Disney movies, even still. Baloo rocks,and the Vultures at the end...awesome, and I love the songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115283586540673716?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115283586540673716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115283586540673716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115283586540673716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115283586540673716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/07/disney-flicks.html' title='Disney Flicks'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115273543631857704</id><published>2006-07-12T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:17:16.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Ever...</title><content type='html'>...get one of those boogers that is just bothering you for whatever reason, and so you go to remove it and it turns out to be a foot long and attached to the back of your skull? And on the way out just tickles like you were pulling a feather out your shnoz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Yeah, me neither.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115273543631857704?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115273543631857704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115273543631857704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115273543631857704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115273543631857704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/07/ya-ever.html' title='Ya Ever...'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115272387731237668</id><published>2006-07-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:04:37.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RockStar</title><content type='html'>There are some pretty talented singers in there I think. There are also some that need to get dumped out pretty quick. But the thing that seems to be bugging me the most is the band, SuperNova, that they are trying to get into. They just seem to offer up meaningless comments, and quite often, contradicting ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main two bitches about this are thusly. First off, Gilby bitching to Zayra about her performance, and doesn't she have a clue about what they are looking for? Has she heard any of their music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, no, none of them have a fucking clue what you guys are looking for. You aren't even a band yet, so don't even have a sound yet. Talk about coming in at a disadvantage. Then you expect them to figure out what you are going to sound like by knowing what your previous bands sound like? While in the same genre, they had 3 different styles/sounds. So no telling. All you guys said at into was it was going to...rock and roll!! Woooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next major beef is all the grunting over bring the rock last week, where is the rock. And Matt who had a far superior voice than those other two gets the axe because he didn't bring it. And then this week, they are falling all over themselves to get up on Dilana for a fucking acoustic rendition!!! I'm not arguing whether it was good or not, it was I thought, but c'mon, be fucking consistent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That off my chest, my bottom three are Jill, Phil and Chris. Chris has no range whatsoever and has no business being there. Phil has the stage presence of a head of cabbage, and Jill just tanked.  Still liking Toby and Patrice overall so far, and enjoyed several more performances this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115272387731237668?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115272387731237668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115272387731237668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115272387731237668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115272387731237668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/07/rockstar.html' title='RockStar'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115169619672752319</id><published>2006-06-30T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:36:36.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bits</title><content type='html'>Munchkin cracks my ass up when she wants to play Rock, Paper, Scissors and insists it's Wrap, Paper, Scissors. I wonder if she is ready for &lt;a href="http://www.rockpapersaddam.com/one.html"&gt;Tiger Hand&lt;/a&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot listen to Bob Marley's Jammin without hearing Chief Wiggam and Lou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115169619672752319?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115169619672752319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115169619672752319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115169619672752319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115169619672752319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-bits.html' title='Random Bits'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115168005741654138</id><published>2006-06-30T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:07:37.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does the Time Go?</title><content type='html'>Today is Little's birthday. I cannot believe it has been a year since she came into the world and our lives. Seriously. A year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has family coming in to visit and will get a cake to herself to smoosh about in and make a general mess. She'll get to be the center of attention and isn't that what babies are all about? Making messes and getting attention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115168005741654138?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115168005741654138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115168005741654138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115168005741654138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115168005741654138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where Does the Time Go?'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115160714164301735</id><published>2006-06-29T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:52:23.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When's Happy Hour?</title><content type='html'>Soooo...ask me how I started my morning. Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll tell you. By starting last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what had started a decent enough day, by the ending I was ready to throw in the towel. Let's start at, ohhhh, say 5ish when Little woke up from her nap. And was she pissed off. Non stop crying, don't you dare put me down kind of attitude. So after an hour or so, I have her finally chilled out, and go to start dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While outside for whatever reason, taking trash out, I see the one of the knobs on the grill turned. I go investigate and see the gas is on too. I distinctly remember shutting it down last time I cooked, so am baffled while it is on at all. Not that it matters, because it has been on long enough that a brand new bottle of gas is gone. I suppose we are lucky it didn't blow up or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back inside trying to make dinner and Little is constantly under foot, dragging out pots and pans for me to step on or stub my toe. Then I can't find my little roasting pan. Looking everywhere but cannot find it. So I'm getting more annoyed. Fine, I'll use the big ass glass 13x9. For 3 flipping chicken breasts. Talk about overkill. Fine, so I get dinner going. 15 minutes, my timer goes off and I go in and flip the breasts over to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even make it out of the kitchen when I hear this boom and then tinkling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goddamn pan exploded in the oven. Just shrapnel everywhere. Fuck this, call Shannon and tell her to bring home dinner. I seriously considered starting to drink heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my morning has been spent cleaning out what seems like 15 pounds of glass shards out of the oven.  I only cut/impaled myself 3 times. Good times, good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115160714164301735?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115160714164301735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115160714164301735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115160714164301735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115160714164301735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/whens-happy-hour.html' title='When&apos;s Happy Hour?'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115127092209858691</id><published>2006-06-25T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T14:28:42.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimmin'</title><content type='html'>We went to my parents to swim yesterday. They were back from their cruise, so we had a family gathering. Sister and her family and us all went over for swimming and some grilling. Good time was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me remember being a kid and swimming. You'd swing your ass off, playing in the water for hours. Then you'd get out and be done, and two things would always happen. Always!! What were they? Damn right!! You got massive hungry and then wanted to just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened to me last night. My dad made burgers the size of your head and I was all, I can't eat all that, I haven't been hungry. Ate the whole damn thing!! And was a zombie because I needed a damn nap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to see some things don't change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115127092209858691?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115127092209858691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115127092209858691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115127092209858691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115127092209858691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/swimmin.html' title='Swimmin&apos;'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115126339116702071</id><published>2006-06-25T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T12:23:11.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwned!</title><content type='html'>Munchkin hands me this tube of Barbie chapstick or the like asking me to open it. It is brand new and you need to break the seal and unscrew it. So I am working it like mad, and just cannot get that stupid thing to budge. Try a fingernail to break the seal but nothing, not even brute strength will do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand it back to her, saying I can't do it, sorry. She wanders off and I turn my attnetion to Little only to hear, "Never mind Daddy, I got it open".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115126339116702071?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115126339116702071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115126339116702071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115126339116702071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115126339116702071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/pwned_25.html' title='Pwned!'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115110610933989600</id><published>2006-06-23T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:41:49.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me?</title><content type='html'>About 2 months ago, Jeopardy had an online audition that I participated in. The test was a doozy and timed. Had like 10 seconds to answer each question, best spelling possible. So that is quite a handful right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this test, things went Tango Uniform here at casa de Murphy. Little was crying and trying to climb in my lap, Munchkin was running around doing her best to not be in bed, etc. So I didn't do as well as I probably could have, by myself in a quiet room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did okay, but okay enough to get an invite for a formal try out? I dunno. But I check my mail everyday hoping to see something. I even check my spam box in case it gets misrouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that sad? That's sad, isn't it? But really, if you're reading Alex, call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115110610933989600?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115110610933989600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115110610933989600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115110610933989600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115110610933989600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/call-me.html' title='Call Me?'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115109986014574584</id><published>2006-06-23T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:57:40.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrongness!!</title><content type='html'>Okay I resign myself to the fact that it is summer. But jeebus, we are only at the end of June and hitting 108 already? That is fucked up hardcore. It was so hot last night that we didn't even open the windows up when we went to bed because it was still flippin hot. Get online this morning and see that at the rosy early morning time of 9 o'clock and it is already 92 degrees. Wrongness!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inlaws are coming for a visit here next week. Should be a fun visit. For them and the kids of course. They don't come to see us, duh, we are merely owners of the grandbabies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are bringing a smoker with them. I have to say I am giddy with the possibilities. I am going to be a BBQing fool. Then again, I could probaly just wrap a cardboard box with some tinfoil and have one with this heat. It is gonna suck to grill and smoke in this weather but ya know what? Fuckit, for some BBQ and what not, it'll be worth it. I'll just crispy up with the meat. At least my whiteness won't blind people anymore and in my burned state, we can keep the rolls warm on me or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ is like sex people. There is always time for it, and even if it comes out half assed, it still is pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115109986014574584?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115109986014574584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115109986014574584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115109986014574584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115109986014574584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/wrongness.html' title='Wrongness!!'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-115076325683228935</id><published>2006-06-19T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:27:36.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>God, you turn around and it is a week or some such crap since you last posted. And what do I have to report in regards to said week? In Latin, it would be &lt;em&gt;Jackus Squatus&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With school out, the kids stay home with me mostly, ya know, save a few bucks. So my day is mostly baby wrangling, who by the way is a fabulous walker now. She is also starting to talk a little bit. Got Mama down and a bit of bye-bye. Won't be long now when I tell her to sit down and be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no working now and staying in all the time, I am getting a little weird now about going out. I get so used to being in, that I get all afraid of going out. Yay for anxiety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They painted the apartment today and so the place smells like paint fumes. I have a bit of a headache from it. Little kept getting woken up by the workman so hasn't napped for crap today and I'm guessing been breathing in the fumes too. She has been squirrely as hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll excuse me, I have a half naked baby to chase down. Half the diaper off and cheek flapping in the breeze. Who said life would be dull?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-115076325683228935?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/115076325683228935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=115076325683228935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115076325683228935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/115076325683228935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114998558590835064</id><published>2006-06-10T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:26:26.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles of the Week</title><content type='html'>All three of my girls dancing to Shakira's Hips Don't Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin explaining to me that she has a wand of invisibilty. She does this elaborate dance and waving of the wand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then &lt;strong&gt;races&lt;/strong&gt; down the hall yelling, &lt;em&gt;You can't see me!!&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little trying to kiss the cat. Anywear. Head. Body. Tail. Ass. Oh god please don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114998558590835064?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114998558590835064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114998558590835064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114998558590835064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114998558590835064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/smiles-of-week.html' title='Smiles of the Week'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114936641714466104</id><published>2006-06-03T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T13:26:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>Here's a little tip from your Uncle Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to run around the store being airheaded and squealing like 15 year old girls are wont to do, fine. I can even deal with the fact that you are doing it in pajama bottoms and a tiny tshirt that doesn't come down all the way, fine. I don't even care if you are a little chubby doing it, I like chubby, fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shave your back honey. Seriously. Even though all I saw was the small of your back, and amazingly enough, there was no tramp stamp, it looked like you had sasquatch back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what kind of friend was that with you? Perhaps a corollary. Friends don't let friends expose hairy backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114936641714466104?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114936641714466104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114936641714466104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114936641714466104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114936641714466104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114921214945493068</id><published>2006-06-01T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:35:50.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where I Go On and On About Nothing</title><content type='html'>I think I am sun burned. It is getting owie-ish. I was supposed to stay in the shade but I wound up playing. For what do you speak of Murphy? The class party off at one of them racquet clubs with a pool and what not. Seems more like a country club but hey, you call it whatever you want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went just for the hell of it, get paid for standing around and doing nothing? Count me in! I didn't just stand around though, I wound up playing with them. And ya know what? I had a blast!! I played ping-pong and was running the table, undefeated and everyone wanted a turn against me. Until I got schooled by one them. Hahhaa. Then I went off and watched them play tennis and was asked if I wanted to play and I said sure. And damn if it wasn't fun. I hadn't played tennis in a hundred years. Okay, how about several decades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually all freaked out about any kind of exertion or anything athletic these days because of my hip surgeries and arthritis but I felt pretty good out there. I didn't feel worried really. I didn't really shag ass after balls but I actually ran after some and it felt real good. I might have to try that somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as far as Idol and Survivor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am glad that Taylor won. I really liked him the most and thought he did the best job. Still pissed that Chris got voted off, but I am not worried over his future at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor was decent enough. I'm not surprised that Terry got stabbed in the back basically by Danielle. As soon as she did that I was rooting Aras all the way. Second to Terry, Aras did the best I think. He had it a whole lot easier than Terry being on the winning side from the get go and being in control but a helluva competitor. I loved the fact that during the reunion, when Jeff asked if Terry had made it who would they have voted for and Danielle would have lost that way too. Hahahahaha, suck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In baby news, Little is offically walking now. Unless she needs to be somewhere in a hurry, we amble along on two little chubby legs. Like she wasn't trouble before, now she is hell on wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ramble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114921214945493068?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114921214945493068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114921214945493068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114921214945493068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114921214945493068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-where-i-go-on-and-on-about-nothing.html' title='The One Where I Go On and On About Nothing'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114910665818262616</id><published>2006-05-31T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:17:38.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Pics</title><content type='html'>I was messing with chocolate again yesterday, making truffles and a decorated chocolate plate. I went with a run raisin truffle rolled in walnuts and a Caberbet Savignon rolled in cocoa powder with a small measure of ground rosemary mixed in. They are both decent but not my best. Flavors aren't strong enough. I'll try the Cabernet again at some point. Anyway, here are some pictures of the plate and a couple from the Easter Egg I did back at, well, Easter, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/1600/IMG_1868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/200/IMG_1868.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/1600/IMG_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/200/IMG_1620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/1600/IMG_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/200/IMG_1863.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/1600/IMG_1869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/200/IMG_1869.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/1600/IMG_1623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6163/1834/200/IMG_1623.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything on the plate is chocolate and edible. Same with the egg and surrounding business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114910665818262616?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114910665818262616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114910665818262616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114910665818262616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114910665818262616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/05/candy-pics.html' title='Candy Pics'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114792325490275068</id><published>2006-05-17T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:34:14.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Hot, or Is it Just Me?</title><content type='html'>Soooo we have concluded Day 3 of no AC. At this rate, we will acclimate and the AC when fixed will make us too damn cold. That would be funny. But not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to my parents to try and recall what cool air felt like. Also went swimming. OMG, Little is a natural in the water. Loved it, went psycho with it. That girl is an otter I'm telling you. Wanted nothing to do with the steps, was all about getting out in the deep water. She was even kicking her legs!! Kept dunking her face in. It was absolutely incredible. She even fell off the steps and sank to the bottom and when picked up, merely looked around, thinking about what she saw down there or something. Otter I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to turn the TV so I can watch it from the wading pool outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114792325490275068?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114792325490275068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114792325490275068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114792325490275068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114792325490275068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-it-hot-or-is-it-just-me.html' title='Is It Hot, or Is it Just Me?'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114783458596174160</id><published>2006-05-16T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:58:40.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like Africa Hot</title><content type='html'>So, in keeping with the great tradition of being a close personal friend of Murphys Law, our AC is out. And of course the temperatures have been hitting mid 90s now. So we sat in an 87 degree apartment yesterday evening but it is a balmy 84 inside here today. Freaking repair people never showed up, so another looooong night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm a big dork but I bust out with the frozen green beans every now and again and molest them in some cooling manner or another. Had a refreshing &lt;a href="http://shiner.com/beers/beers-hefe.html"&gt;beverage&lt;/a&gt; with dinner which was ordered in, because honestly, who wants to turn on a stove/oven in this situation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Idol I think I am going skinny dipping in the wading pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my green beans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114783458596174160?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114783458596174160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114783458596174160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114783458596174160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114783458596174160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-like-africa-hot.html' title='It&apos;s Like Africa Hot'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114739655993027614</id><published>2006-05-11T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:15:59.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Calm...I'm Cool...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I usually don't about TV stuff because 1). There are only like 3 people that come here, and B. I dunno if anyone watches what I do. However, my fave TV shows are conspiring to set me on some lunatic breakdown binge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilmour Girls and Lorelai going off all nutcase looney tunes and then doing the dumbest fucking thing ever. Jeebus I swear I don't know if I can keep watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night with American Idol and Chris getting the boot?! Oh I lost it, yelling about it all being rigged and shit. Seriously. katherine shoulda gotten the boot hook off the stage this time. She forgot the lyrics for christ sake!! Amazing what a set of tits can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to gawd, if osmething goes wrong on Survivor tonight and Terry manages to screw himself out of a guaranteed spot in the final 3 I will categorically lose it. I'll be screaming down the streets setting shit on fire or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Little took her first steps. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114739655993027614?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114739655993027614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114739655993027614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114739655993027614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114739655993027614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-calmim-cool.html' title='I&apos;m Calm...I&apos;m Cool...'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114702889404996319</id><published>2006-05-07T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:08:14.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everest, Ho!</title><content type='html'>I swear that little fruit loop is something else. Can Little walk yet? Nope. But she has decided she can climb and so it was. She will nto stop climbing up the couch. And then once up, racing back and forth across it in a mad dash of a crawl. And then we'll hang over the arms looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear? Not in this kids head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114702889404996319?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114702889404996319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114702889404996319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114702889404996319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114702889404996319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/05/everest-ho.html' title='Everest, Ho!'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114677826709726821</id><published>2006-05-04T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:32:20.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>My arthritis is kicking my ass again. Kind of out of nowhere really. I got this weird thing in my hands, not quite a rash but maybe it was, but it was underneath the skin. Within a day of that happening I got slammed with the arthritis. My shoulders are really going south quick and see surgery in the near future. Also have some weird numbness going up and down my right arm too. It's bizzare. But between the numbness and my shoulders, I'm walking around looking like Verbal (point for reference).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all bad. Little is getting bigger and smarter by the day. She'll grab her bottle and hand it to you when she is hungry. Or to play. But usually to get fed. She has stood on her own a few times now unbeknownst to her. Not long before she'll be walking I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I got to slow dance with Munchkin. Had iTunes going and Nights in White Satin came on and she wanted to dance. Wound up having her feet atop mine and we twirled around the living room. Definitely a highlight for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114677826709726821?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114677826709726821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114677826709726821&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114677826709726821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114677826709726821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/05/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114610116807078613</id><published>2006-04-26T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:26:08.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>You just gotta love kids. Munchkin is sitting on the floor playing memory with her set of cards. Every time she gets a match she jumps and runs in circles around the cards going, woohoo woohooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we take that into life with us later? Get up and run around the cubicle going woohoo because you got the TPS reports done early or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114610116807078613?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114610116807078613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114610116807078613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114610116807078613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114610116807078613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/04/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114593808138903657</id><published>2006-04-24T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:08:01.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HazMat Suit.....Check</title><content type='html'>You ever let something in the refrigerator go past its prime? Sure! It happens, we all do. But what happens when you take it out of the fridge to deal with and then forget to deal with it for a day or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's all, holy fuck!! Look at it now!! Who gave it a radiation bath and mutated it? Now you're actually kind of scared of it. It's alive now and you really don't want to go near it. It might have some strange sense of awareness and protect itself. I really don't want to test its fight or flight reflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later, now you are kinda entranced by it. Perhaps it has mind control and that is keeping it alive. Jedi Mold Tricks. This is not the tupperware you are looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a game of chicken, waiting for it to explode in some biohazard disaster, all the while, You take care of it...No you do it!...nu-uh, open that up and Homeland Security will be up my ass sideways screaming WMD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just chuck the whole damn thing. How hard is it to replace some flippin Rubbermade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114593808138903657?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114593808138903657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114593808138903657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114593808138903657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114593808138903657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/04/hazmat-suitcheck.html' title='HazMat Suit.....Check'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114538875946444811</id><published>2006-04-18T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:32:39.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Keeps on Ticking,Ticking, Ticking....</title><content type='html'>...but not into the future. Just sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only noon and I feel like I have been through an entire day already. Not that I am bored, or anything bad has happened, just time is craaaaaaawling on its hands and knees for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dunno if it counts as bad but apparently Little's ass exploded this morning. Seriously, from what I had to clean up, I'm surprised I didn't hear a Huggies muffled detonation or the tell tale wisps of a mushroom cloud creeping out from little elastic bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll assuage my morning woes with a kick ass sammitch of leftover Easter ham stacked with leftover fried chicken tenders. And an ice cold Pepsi. Mmmmmmmmm. Caffeine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114538875946444811?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114538875946444811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114538875946444811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114538875946444811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114538875946444811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-keeps-on-tickingticking-ticking.html' title='Time Keeps on Ticking,Ticking, Ticking....'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114531276950801447</id><published>2006-04-17T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:26:09.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter-ness Fun</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter or the like. We had a pretty fabulous one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin woke up and discovered her basket and came flying back into our room all pumped about the Bunny visit. Little really could have given a damn about her basket. Took an plastic egg out and proceded munching. So, everyone happy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to my sisters for late lunch and we did an egg hunt for all the kids. They had a blast. Since it was windy we gave kiting a try but ya know, when you get 2 for a buck at the dollar store, you get what you pay for. Between the quality kites and the eddies off the house, they kept nose diving into the ground. The kids quickly lost interest and ran off and amused themselves in the clubhouse while the men tried to make the kites work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good time had by all. Hope to get some pictures up of some the of chocolate Easter eggs I made soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114531276950801447?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114531276950801447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114531276950801447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114531276950801447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114531276950801447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-ness-fun.html' title='Easter-ness Fun'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114262839671989482</id><published>2006-03-17T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:48:55.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops Keep Falling...</title><content type='html'>I'm about tired of the rain here. Not to mention damn tired of the cold. Spring is Monday? Ha! Again I say, Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk to work since it is basically across the street. I figure I walk 200 yards or so, but that's a guess, I don't have a pedometer stuck in my ass or anything and frankly, who cares? It's nice to get a little exercise in because somehow no one else believes in remote control curls or keyboard aerobics. Exercise nazis. Anyway, the only time it truly sucks is when it is pouring down rain. Or when it's a 100 fucking degrees out. But that's not the case this season, read the title to catch up if you're feeling lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't mess with an umbrella unless it is just pissing down. Sprinkling ain't gonna bother me any, not like I have much in the way of hair up there to get wet. It's actually kinda nice being bald, all I have to do is squeegee my head with my hand and I'm dry again. Try that you haired up freaks!! Anyway, today I found a disadvantage to being bald in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those big ass drops of rain? It might be a light sprinkle, smallish drops and then out of nowhere these big huge monstrosities come flying down at the speed of sound or something. It's like a bunch of the little drops got together and having a rave or some shit. We're plummeting to our deaths!! Hand me a light stick, let's dance!! Those hit the top of your bare head and those bastards can smack sometimes. I swear to god, it's like God reaching down and flicking the top of your head! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Done with the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114262839671989482?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114262839671989482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114262839671989482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114262839671989482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114262839671989482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/03/raindrops-keep-falling.html' title='Raindrops Keep Falling...'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114228007483785402</id><published>2006-03-13T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T12:01:24.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morpheus, You're a Funny Bastard</title><content type='html'>I am pretty tired today. Got a decent amount of sleep and fed Little when she woke up at 4:45 and felt fine then. Had a little trouble getting back to sleep afterwards and then when I did, dreamt I had insomnia and couldn't sleep. Woke up tired as hell. Stupid dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114228007483785402?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114228007483785402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114228007483785402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114228007483785402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114228007483785402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/03/morpheus-youre-funny-bastard.html' title='Morpheus, You&apos;re a Funny Bastard'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114090762802631546</id><published>2006-02-25T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:47:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Goes</title><content type='html'>In the last 2 days I have done 11 loads of laundry. Needless to say I am about fucking sick of doing laundry. That doesn't matter though because it still all needs to be put away. Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went from having just beautful weather, like 70s and stuff,  back to ass freezing (for the locale people, not that damn world) and so I adjusted our dinner menu accordingly. Felt like making some beef stew and got a wild hair and was going to make potato soup from scratch. So what happens? Damn weather goes back to being warm!!! Tough shit, we're eating warming food anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little is doing her damned best to be walking. Our whole purpose of being right now is to get to standing. She does this very well and is rather blase about it anymore. Doing a one handed hold on the couch or table as she looks about. Deep down though, she wants to be somewhere else and not have to get down to do it dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been a piece of work lately, and this morning we found the reason. Cutting our third tooth finally. Getting an upper in. Because reaching in to pull out all the things she shoudn't have stuffed in there in the first place just wasn't dangerous enough. No, she needs more weapons at her disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month we attend a meeting about enrolling Munchkin into Kindergarten. Where in the holy blue hell did the time go? Going to school this fall more than likely. Jeebus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's life. And so it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114090762802631546?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114090762802631546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114090762802631546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114090762802631546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114090762802631546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And So It Goes'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-114032669225388127</id><published>2006-02-18T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:24:52.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Flick Weekend</title><content type='html'>Okay, I spent Friday night eating chocolate and watching Under the Tuscan Sun and then tonight we watched Must Love Dogs. I need my man card revoked I think. I need to watch Blood Sport and Black Hawk Down now or something to even shit up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-114032669225388127?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/114032669225388127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=114032669225388127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114032669225388127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/114032669225388127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/02/chick-flick-weekend.html' title='Chick Flick Weekend'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113986214006563763</id><published>2006-02-13T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:22:20.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Okay, not so manic really. Monday the 13th. Don't you think that should be the spooky day? No one likes Mondays. They're crap! What did a Friday ever do to anyone? Everyone loves Fridays, we can't wait for them to come!! How may times have you been longing all week for Monday? Never I say! Monday the 13th should be the fucked up date and leave Fridays alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work today so that is nice. Shipped the kids off to daycare for some quiet and to get some stuff done. Pick up the house and get some laundry done. Exciting times these are mon frer. Go ahead. Envy me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-113986214006563763?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/113986214006563763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=113986214006563763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113986214006563763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113986214006563763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just Another Manic Monday'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113977362971369528</id><published>2006-02-12T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:47:09.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the Bell Tolls For Thee</title><content type='html'>Well my luck has run out, used it up. I'm getting sick. With everyone else in this family sick, I had managed to avoid it even while tending to them. I lasted an entire week and I think what did me in was me thinking yesterday that I might just get off scott free. Now it is just a matter of how bad and how long will I get hit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-113977362971369528?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/113977362971369528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=113977362971369528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113977362971369528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113977362971369528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/02/bell-tolls-for-thee.html' title='...the Bell Tolls For Thee'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113968922929549143</id><published>2006-02-11T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:20:29.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dancing Tastebuds</title><content type='html'>Last night, dinner was awesome. Got some tri-tip, my favorite cut of beef, tasty beyond belief and I took it a step further with some homemade chimichurri sauce. Oh. My. Gawd. it was so damn good. Them Brazilians might just be on to somehting. Seriously good eats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-113968922929549143?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/113968922929549143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=113968922929549143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113968922929549143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113968922929549143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-dancing-tastebuds.html' title='Happy Dancing Tastebuds'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113945172987458852</id><published>2006-02-08T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:22:09.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius</title><content type='html'>I was making Munchkin a pot pie and it wasn't until I was pulling it out from the microwave that I realized it was in a tin tray. All the previous ones I had bought were made special for the microwave and this time I grabbed some different ones. Wonder if the micro will work again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-113945172987458852?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/113945172987458852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=113945172987458852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113945172987458852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113945172987458852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/02/genius.html' title='Genius'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113943521169981343</id><published>2006-02-08T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:46:51.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeee</title><content type='html'>Ya know what'll kick start your morning? A Krispy Kreme and a Pepsi. Man I was spun for a good hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both kids are sick but things seem to be mellowing. Yesterday was a test of patience and love. I figure I got a C-. Being tag teamed sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun &lt;a href="http://www.funwithmovies.com/"&gt;movie quiz&lt;/a&gt; I found over at &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfishwrap.com/"&gt;Friday Fishwrap&lt;/a&gt;. I managed to get 19 by myself and then with the wife we are stuck at 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what show I am really enjoying and thereby dooming to cancellation? Love Monkey on CBS on Tuesdays. Enjoy the hell out of it. Great characters, good dialogue and the music is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-113943521169981343?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/113943521169981343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=113943521169981343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113943521169981343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113943521169981343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheeee.html' title='Wheeee'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113915985898364876</id><published>2006-02-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:17:39.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Predictions</title><content type='html'>Okay, step right up folks amd the amazing Murph-o do his schtick. I was going to predict the score but what is the fun in that. I am going to go ass crazy with the predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun Alexander will be kept under 100 yards but will have a TD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome Bettis will have under 60 yards but will also have a touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedrick Wilson will get a TD on a deep route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Miller will get a score while they are in the red zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Jurevicius will score the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle will get, &lt;em&gt;maybe &lt;/em&gt;one sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitt will have 3-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitt will also force either a fumble or an interception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toss in some field goals and I call the game 27-17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MVP Troy Polamalu (dependng on ankle) or Ben Roethlisberger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or I could be way off, wth do I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-113915985898364876?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/113915985898364876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=113915985898364876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113915985898364876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113915985898364876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-bowl-predictions.html' title='Super Bowl Predictions'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113899582199738661</id><published>2006-02-03T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:43:42.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>Okay folks, here's a pop quiz for ya. At this very moment, where is my car? That's right!! The mechanics! Fuck me rollerblading. Stupid alternator went out and so the battery got drained dry. At least it did it on payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to the Super Bowl. Go Pittsburgh! Need to get to the store to prepare. Should be a good spread this year. Here is a brief look at what we'll have;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onion Dip&lt;br /&gt;Olive Dip&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Salsa, homemade&lt;br /&gt;Sun Dried Tomato and Pesto Cream Cheese spread (that is so the women at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Smokies in Whiskey BBQ sauce&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato Salad&lt;br /&gt;Margarita Shrimp Salad&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Beef Sammitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we came up with that, I am totally craving hot links and sausages. Oh well. I'll just get some for me for whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great game, great food and let's not forget the commercials. Rolling Stones at half time is it? Meh. But I tell you, if Mick or Keith have a wardrobe malfunction there isn't enough bleach in the world to clean that sight from your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-113899582199738661?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/113899582199738661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=113899582199738661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113899582199738661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113899582199738661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113865510698085462</id><published>2006-01-30T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:05:07.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Nectar of Life</title><content type='html'>As I sit here sipping on my Pepsi, enjoying this tasty beverage. Stop. It's a fucking tasty beverage, Ted. Right. Enjoying this goodness, this gift from the heavens, via the local bottling plant of course, and I look back to when I was caffeine free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh and laugh and laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-113865510698085462?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/113865510698085462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=113865510698085462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113865510698085462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113865510698085462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-nectar-of-life.html' title='Sweet Nectar of Life'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113858133647731404</id><published>2006-01-29T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:35:36.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Away</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday or was it Wednesday? Anyway, Shannon and I dropped the kids off with my parents and sped away laughing maniacally that they fell for the whole babysitting thing. No, no, they're darlings I'm sure. Anyway, we got the hell outta Dodge and were able to have some time alone sans kidlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw a movie, Chronicles of Narnia, and it wasn't bad. Pretty true to the book and just well done. Loved the sound track and quite enjoyed the way they shot several scenes. Don't know if it will be one to own but was certainly worth seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went out to dinner. And it wasn't fast food either! Not that Chilli's is 5 star dining but hey, it was out to dinner. We enjoyed ourselves and the food was pretty good. I got the steak and portobella fajitas and they were damn tasty. Really enjoyed the chimichurri they marinated it in and had as a dipping sauce. I'm soooo making my own very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a very enjoyable evening and just made me want to get out with the wife some more. Suppose we'll have to invest some time and money in finding a babysitter. It'll be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19134987-113858133647731404?l=papertablet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/feeds/113858133647731404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19134987&amp;postID=113858133647731404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113858133647731404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19134987/posts/default/113858133647731404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papertablet.blogspot.com/2006/01/night-away.html' title='Night Away'/><author><name>Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196923144148414374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19134987.post-113858016297514504</id><published>2006-01-29T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:16:02.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://agrownwoman.com/"&gt;Pischina&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Jobs You Have Had in Your Life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers Aide&lt;br /&gt;IRS employee&lt;br /&gt;Navy&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Salesman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans 11&lt;br /&gt;LOTR -any and all&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter -any and all&lt;br /&gt;Matrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places You Have Lived?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresno, CA&lt;br /&gt;Yokota AFB, Japan&lt;br /&gt;Altus, OK&lt;br /&gt;Morgantown, WV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 TV Shows You Love To Watch?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Survivor&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;West Wing&lt;br /&gt;Good Eats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places You Have Been on Vacation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;That's about it as an adult. Sad,huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Websites You Visit Daily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARK.com&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo&lt;br /&gt;Just about everyone on my BlogRoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 of Your Favorite Foods?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers&lt;br /&gt;Katsu-Don&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places You Would Rather Be Right Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bed&lt;br /&gt;At the movies&lt;br /&gt;DisneyLand&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Bloggers You Are Tagging?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging you. Yes you. 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