<?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-16853060</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:18:32.632-07:00</updated><category term='Only in My Life'/><title type='text'>World of Warcraft Widdow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16853060.post-3773952050633574814</id><published>2007-10-12T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:26:31.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in My Life'/><title type='text'>H3LL of a Month</title><content type='html'>Since no one reads this I will tell you all about my month. I got this really great job! I love my job. The people who I work with are great. after being on the job for 3 weeks I got a bad case of pneumonia (is there such a thing as a good case?) So for my 4th week I am at home trying to breath, good news is that I quit smoking!!! (fear not it didn't last long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am going about my life and feeling good that I have not lost my job for my week off, and my family seems to be flowing nicely. Then one night I step outside my front door, where my daughter and her friend are supposed to be sitting talking, to tell my daughter that it is time to come in and there is no one there. I spent the next 2 hours searching the neighborhood, calling the cops, and generally frantically trying to find the child. At about this time I am on the phone with one of the local hospitals, when I get a phone call from another local hospital that my daughter is in their emergency room. She has swallowed a bottle of pills and is not doing well. I call my DH, who has gone to work and rush to the hospital. I spent the night watching heart monitors praying. She is fine (now I am ready to kill her) I miss 2 days work after being back at work for just a week from my illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my daughter is recovering in the adolescent psych ward, I find out that my dear friend needs brain surgery. I help her to get her stuff organized in between visits to the hospital and family psych meetings.  I miss a day of work to sit at the hospital while my friend has surgery just a week after missing 2 days for my daughter. I spend the rest of the week visiting my daughter for an hour in the mornings, my friend for an hour and then I rush off to work to return to the hospitals after work for another visit. (It would be really nice if they could have chose to be in the same hospital not one's on opposite sides of the city!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a meeting with my daughter's psychiatrist, psychologist, and counselor and they recoment to me that for my daughter's peace of mind, and since she is feeling so lonely since her brother left for college (another kettle of fish) that we need to get her a dog!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh mom I'll take care of it. I'll walk it every day and feed it and clean up the poo poo in the backyard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;"Funny I seem to recall this same conversation with the last dog ... which I had to take to the vet when he was suffering ... and I was the one that walked the dog, fed the dog, and cleaned up the accidents in the house ... I refuse to clean the yard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when tomorrow comes ... Saturday, I will get up bright and early do my rounds at the hospitals and then take my son, yep he came home from college for this special event, out shopping for a dog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of everything that has happened the most tramatic thing for me ... getting a bloody dog!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-3773952050633574814?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/3773952050633574814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=3773952050633574814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/3773952050633574814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/3773952050633574814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2007/10/h3ll-of-month.html' title='H3LL of a Month'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-116000361499760913</id><published>2006-10-04T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:13:35.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting Peace and Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been a bad couple of weeks with my FIL dying and now my Hubby’s Uncle has died but I did not do this to bring everyone down. No more obsessing with the afterlife.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that the kids are back in school I was thinking that I would get some peace and quiet to do my schoolwork in. After all, I suffered through them playing all summer while I had to knuckle down and do my homework now it was going to be easy. No distractions just me and my work peacefully plodding along. Silly me!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every time I sit to dive into my homework, hubby decides he need my undivided attention. While this was cute for about 2 days it’s been a month now he can grow up. I am not his mommy he is not a little boy who need so much attention. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what do I do when I do get some quiet time … I blog! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I better get to my homework now that the masses are settled and the little boy is sleeping LOL&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;XXOO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rae&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-116000361499760913?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/116000361499760913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=116000361499760913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/116000361499760913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/116000361499760913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/10/wanting-peace-and-quiet.html' title='Wanting Peace and Quiet'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-115843082881798956</id><published>2006-09-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T11:20:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resiliency</title><content type='html'>In my community psychology class we had an interesting question this week and it got me thinking. I started to wonder what other people thought of this topic. So here I am asking my friends opinions:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What characteristics would you say create the most resilient adult? How were these demonstrated in your life or in the life of someone you know?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I will put my opinion in a comment and am looking forward to what you folks have to say.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;xxooo&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rae &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-115843082881798956?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/115843082881798956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=115843082881798956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115843082881798956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115843082881798956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/09/resiliency.html' title='Resiliency'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-115776116889035675</id><published>2006-09-08T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:19:28.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long to summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been a good summer. Warm nights with the breeze blowing through the windows to cool you just enough to sleep, prime beef on the grill, sense of quiet that only summer can bring to me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There has been so much going on this summer, with my school my family, and my health. My dad’s side of the family had a reunion this summer, which has not happened for years. It was so good to see my cousins and how much their kids have grown. Most of their kids have kids now, which should have me feeling my age but it just brought back memories of us at that age. We were too wild in our day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the exception of loosing my dog, it has been a great summer and I morn it’s passing. But fall is upon us, today the temps were low enough to start the trees to turning in the next week or two, and I for one am looking forward to the explosion of color and sweatshirt and sweater weather (if only it didn’t get any colder than that). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enjoy each day as if it were your last&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rae&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-115776116889035675?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/115776116889035675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=115776116889035675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115776116889035675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115776116889035675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-long-to-summer.html' title='So long to summer'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-115712524968004352</id><published>2006-09-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:31:29.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Bosley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8039/1610/1600/Lake%20Vacation%20Spring%202005%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8039/1610/320/Lake%20Vacation%20Spring%202005%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8039/1610/1600/Lake%20Vacation%20Spring%202005%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8039/1610/320/Lake%20Vacation%20Spring%202005%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8039/1610/1600/Bosley%2C%20Esa%20and%20Prey%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8039/1610/320/Bosley%2C%20Esa%20and%20Prey%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as you can see he was very camera shy but just as cute as a button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-115712524968004352?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/115712524968004352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=115712524968004352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115712524968004352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115712524968004352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/09/tribute-to-bosley.html' title='A tribute to Bosley'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-115712453203908937</id><published>2006-09-01T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:30:55.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>I have discovered I hate to wait. When a commercial comes on TV I find myself working on the coomputer, playing a game, or some such while I wait for my show to continue. This said, I decided to try and see how creative I can get with my waiting time ... So far I am pretty boring! I do the same things, especially playing at &lt;a href="http://www.pogo.com/home/home.jsp?sls=2&amp;site=pogo"&gt;pogo.com&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://games.yahoo.com/games/downloads/cubis2.html;_ylc=X3IDMgRtcANibARwb3MDNDYEc2VjA2xwbwRzbGsDQ3ViaXMgMg--"&gt;Cubis Gold&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else look for distracting things to do while waiting? What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae (With too little time for such foolishness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-115712453203908937?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/115712453203908937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=115712453203908937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115712453203908937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115712453203908937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/09/waiting_01.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-115654264477284034</id><published>2006-08-25T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:22:12.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8039/1610/1600/Bosley%2C%20Esa%20and%20Prey%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8039/1610/320/Bosley%2C%20Esa%20and%20Prey%20001.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosley and his best friend Esa, who is lost and confused without him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is not so good. I had to put my dog down this morning. He was an older dog, 16 years old, and has a lot of health problems but it was still hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosley was a beagle, a very loving dog, though he was very naughty. He liked to get into the garbage at night and strew it all over the kitchen. He was my shadow, he would follow me all over the house. I'm not a dog person so I have no idea why he choose me but we had an understanding. he was my companion as I did laundry, and kept me company at the lake when all the others went fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Bosley,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-115654264477284034?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/115654264477284034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=115654264477284034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115654264477284034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115654264477284034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-115567427746024877</id><published>2006-08-15T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:37:57.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was looking over my blog and realized that … I whine … a lot!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I have to tell you about the other day: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I came home from coffee with a friend and found my daughter, Cece, sitting on the floor next to the toilet white as a sheet. I did the mom thing and gave her Pepto-Bismol. She felt better soon after and I thought that was the end of it. But she came into the living room with me and not only sat on my lap but curled up as though she was a little girl again … for those that don’t know Cece is 14 years old … but for the next few hours she was my baby again. It was wonderful and our relationship has been much calmer since. We have not had a good row in weeks!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not really an aww moment but it’s as close as I can get with teenagers … there are days where I miss my babies. Those of you with toddlers are looking at the screen like I am nuts! I have&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tried to enjoy each stage that my kids have gone through and has some success some of the time LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-115567427746024877?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/115567427746024877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=115567427746024877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115567427746024877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115567427746024877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy Thoughts'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-115300964017218299</id><published>2006-07-15T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T17:27:20.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It had to happen today …</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I am complacently cool on the first really hot day 100For 37C for you Celsius folks and it happened. My AC broke down. I was having such a nice day too. The boys had gone off golfing at a tournament for the day and Cece had been up all night so she was sleeping it was like I had the house to myself … very selfish of me I know, but what can I say? So as the day heats up so does my house. This is not good … I’m sweating and all I am doing is sitting still. So I check … the bloody AC is blowing hot air! Well if I want that I may as well open the windows and let the blast furnace that is outside my house blow through at least that way I get fresh hot air not the recycled kind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I turn off the AC and throw open the windows and low and behold the air blowing in from the out of doors is actually cooler than the temperature inside the house!! So now I sit here sweating and wondering what I am to do the rest of the summer … I think I need a job sooner rather than later this is one expense we could have done without.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-115300964017218299?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/115300964017218299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=115300964017218299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115300964017218299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115300964017218299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-had-to-happen-today.html' title='It had to happen today …'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-115162875620019692</id><published>2006-06-29T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:52:36.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Messes</title><content type='html'>It’s my week off school. I should be running off to faraway places with strange sounding names but what am I doing? I’m tearing the walls out of my bathroom and my daughter’s bedroom. I’m really good at making messes … we’ll see how good I do at putting the rooms back together. Well they tell me break time is over back to the sledge hammer and pry bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-115162875620019692?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/115162875620019692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=115162875620019692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115162875620019692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/115162875620019692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/06/making-messes.html' title='Making Messes'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-114626643737567875</id><published>2006-04-28T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:20:37.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X created a monster</title><content type='html'>So it's friday night and what are the gagle of teenagers who have infested my house doing?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are playing the iPod game ... the one I stole from X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really my fault when I asked for my daughters iPod I had to tell her what I wanted it for so now it is a craze ... I bet within the month I get this as part of an email ... you must send this to 5000 people inorder to receive good luck ha ha ha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-114626643737567875?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/114626643737567875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=114626643737567875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114626643737567875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114626643737567875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/04/x-created-monster.html' title='X created a monster'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-114618951846752581</id><published>2006-04-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:58:38.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If music be the food of life, iPod is the bubble gum."</title><content type='html'>I stole this from X, who stole from Mel etc, but dang it's fun and ironic and at times weirdly apropos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your iTunes/iPod on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. Next question, next song. NO CHEATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How does the world see you? Drowning Lessons by My Chemical Romance (I kid you not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will I have a happy life? Do or Die by Papa Roach (Is that a good sign?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do my friends think of me? Lazarus (In the Wilderness) by Funeral for a Friend (I feel so all alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do people secretly lust after me? Toxicity by System of a Down (Well that answers that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How can I make myself happy? Blanket of Fear by Papa Roach (Uh … this can’t be good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What should I do with my life? Perversion by Rob Zombie (I have a feeling I shouldn’t be using my daughters songs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Will I ever have children? Prison Song by System of a Down (Okay so I feel like a warden sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is some good advice for me? My Immortal by Evanescence  (hmmm I feel like I could live forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How will I be remembered? The Ballad of Resurrection Joe and Rosa Whore by Rob Zombie  (ARG again is this good?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What’s my signature dancing song? I Won’t See You Tonight Part 2 by Avenged Sevenfold (What can I say … No.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s my current theme song? What’s Up Now by Scary Kids Scaring Kids (uh, no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do others think is my current theme song? The Art of Subconscious Illusion by Avenged Sevenfold (Really??? I must be really lost.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What shall they play at my funeral? Early Sunsets Over Monroeville by My Chemical Romance  (oh now this has to be bad … funeral and early should never go together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What type of men do I like? Return of the Phantom Stranger by Rob Zombie (ROFLMFAO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How’s my love life? The Beginning of the End by Rob Zombie (ARRRRRG!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to play let em know and leave a link in the comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-114618951846752581?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/114618951846752581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=114618951846752581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114618951846752581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114618951846752581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-music-be-food-of-life-ipod-is.html' title='&quot;If music be the food of life, iPod is the bubble gum.&quot;'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-114439348291077893</id><published>2006-04-06T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:04:42.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At It</title><content type='html'>Well the next quarter has begun and here I sit staring at 3 textbooks screaming at me to crack their spines and dive in the water is fine. But I know better! That water is freezing cold and I don’t want to freeze. I want to crack the spines on the nice warm romance novels my DH got me. There the water is truly warm and inviting. Well Frell, I better either crack the books or go to bed … it is 2 am here. Ah the perfect excuse I’ll head off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-114439348291077893?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/114439348291077893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=114439348291077893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114439348291077893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114439348291077893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-at-it.html' title='Back At It'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-114323875424179397</id><published>2006-03-24T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:19:14.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Me</title><content type='html'>Well here I sit with egg on my face ... once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to write a short story ... a murder mystery ... and include all my friends but my mind has failed me. I can't remember one of my dear friends hubby's name. As Bugs Bunny would say "What a Maroon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I can go no further until I get the name I thought I'd blog. Let my mind wander to where it will and see what type of mess I can get myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always so careful about what I put in hardcopy. What if they think I'm nuts? Am I the only one who concocts scenes while driving a car, or doing the ironing? Is it just me? I don’t count sheep at night I refine scenes. Is it bad to spend so much time in a fantasy world … If I were a true writer, one with aspirations of being published, then my active fantasy world would be a tool for work, however, I am going into the computer industry, not much use there for fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am insane. However, if this is insanity, sanity must be really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-114323875424179397?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/114323875424179397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=114323875424179397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114323875424179397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114323875424179397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/03/silly-me.html' title='Silly Me'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-114317702900466647</id><published>2006-03-23T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:10:29.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos to My Friends!</title><content type='html'>I have some friends who took some risks and spoke their minds about some sensitive political issues. They stepped up and said what they thought and I applaud them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what should happen, discussions on topics that mean something to everyone. That is how policies are changed, wrongs righted and friendships cemented. People expressing how they feel what they want to see changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my Hat off to my friends who put their hearts on the blog and allowed the rest of us to ruminate on their thoughts and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep making me think girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-114317702900466647?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/114317702900466647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=114317702900466647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114317702900466647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114317702900466647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/03/kudos-to-my-friends.html' title='Kudos to My Friends!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-114310206137736624</id><published>2006-03-22T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:21:01.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Precious Break</title><content type='html'>Ah the sweet vision of putting on my pj’s and not taking them off for days … slouching on the couch playing on the computer writing stories … and before you ask the sky in my world is purple (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling family is already lining up tasks and errands for me to run but for tonight I’m sitting here with my friend X, Baileys in hand, and pjs on and I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ve had one or two Baileys more than I should have my typing is not so good so please forgive any spelling errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the words are just not with me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-114310206137736624?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/114310206137736624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=114310206137736624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114310206137736624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114310206137736624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/03/break-precious-break.html' title='Break Precious Break'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-114215288764222278</id><published>2006-03-12T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:43:22.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Privacy</title><content type='html'>So I was chatting with a friend today and we started talking about the differences between the US and Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started by ranting about the new laws that tell government officials they can invade my privacy and I can do nothing about it. There has got to be a way for me and others like me to let the powers that be know we will not stand for this. The patriot act may help government to ferret terrorists but there has got to be a better way President Bush. The constitution and the bill of rights has given me the right to privacy and your patriot act has violates that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions have been spent on our right to free speech perhaps it is time to spend millions on our right to privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that argument I’d only oppose it if I had something to hide, people who use that argument did not live through the McCarthy era. Where an innocent housewife who was chatting with a friend was branded a communist because something she said was taken out of context! She was jailed and persecuted. Her friends were implicated and arrested and their friends etc. it was a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay rant over but mark my words … they will not be far from what will happen because there are always those who will abuse the power for their own gain and we will suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I sound like the voice of doom LOL maybe one Baileys too many???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX OO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-114215288764222278?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/114215288764222278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=114215288764222278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114215288764222278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114215288764222278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/03/piece-of-privacy.html' title='A Piece of Privacy'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-114055165528943272</id><published>2006-02-21T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T11:54:15.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After Smokes ????</title><content type='html'>Well I did it. It's been 3 days since my last cig ... The physical addiction is supposedly gone and now we just need to deal with the psych part ... sigh ... this is where the real battle is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well frell I wasn't going to whine I wanted to shout how proud I was that I made it this far! I will continue to make it 5 minutes at a time ... ( I keep telling my self that I can have a smoke in 5 minutes some hours I have to remind me every 5 minutes LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll see how this one goes ... my DH has quite too ... we had a bad lung thing go through the family (he could hardly breath let alone smoke) I am hoping as he gets better he will stay smoke free ... fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOXXX&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-114055165528943272?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/114055165528943272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=114055165528943272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114055165528943272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/114055165528943272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-after-smokes.html' title='Life After Smokes ????'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-113703051913737213</id><published>2006-01-11T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:48:42.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh In Class</title><content type='html'>Rob is droning on about virtual pc and I should be listening ... gee I wonder if I can find where I installed all that (oh BTW Rob is my professor hard to call him Mr. Dull when he is young enough to be my son) I keep diligently looking up at him as though taking notes ... the boy really is smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay VPC won't connect to the internet ... Frell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-113703051913737213?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/113703051913737213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=113703051913737213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113703051913737213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113703051913737213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/01/shhhh-in-class.html' title='Shhhh In Class'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-113624063819320837</id><published>2006-01-02T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:23:58.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Postmortum</title><content type='html'>Well the holidays are over! Thankfully!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and Huband are going back to school and work respectively and I can once again get on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littering the once clean living room are the reminants of this years booty ... now to find a place to hide the junk until next years influx of useless gadgets and sundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I love the holidays. I am more of a kid than my kids are at christmas time. I am the one buying most of the useless gadgets!! It's all fun until I need to find a place to put it all ... maybe next year I'll ask the big guy for a bigger house? Or maybe I should just get a dumpster and do some cleansing. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate ... Hope all had a happy holiday season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAE&lt;br /&gt;XXXOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-113624063819320837?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/113624063819320837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=113624063819320837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113624063819320837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113624063819320837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2006/01/holiday-postmortum.html' title='Holiday Postmortum'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-113253404189032854</id><published>2005-11-20T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:51:39.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happpy Thanksgiving??? (Caution: Whining ahead!)</title><content type='html'>Just a short post to whine a bit. This coming week is thanksgiving and I am finding it hard to be thankful. My Father in Law is in the hospital and not doing well ... I know be thankful that my husband and kids are healthy ... (bloody mary sunshines out there this is my whine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get my degree before my son graduates high school and we start compounding his student loans on top of mine and the stinking school is not offering the classes I need this quarter ... How am I supposed to get done on my schedule if I can't take classes?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so none of this is earth shattering and I will get to the other side of it so it takes me a quarter extra ... I could always get a job at McDonalds while I take my final classes so that I can start paying on my loans ... (there's that bloody mary sunshine again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all, May you find thousands of things in your life to be thankful for!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;br /&gt;XXOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-113253404189032854?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/113253404189032854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=113253404189032854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113253404189032854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113253404189032854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2005/11/happpy-thanksgiving-caution-whining.html' title='Happpy Thanksgiving??? (Caution: Whining ahead!)'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-113227251595696036</id><published>2005-11-17T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:08:37.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>Ah, the waxing and waning of flowery pose. I hate it! Why is it that a poet cannot seem to say what is on their mind? It must be cloaked in insinuation, symbol and metaphor.  If asked what does this poem make you feel, the question is easily answered. But no we have to try to dig into the psyche of the poet and try to figure out what they were thinking when writing a verse. For all I know the poor soul was constipated and all these flowing rushing and gushing words were what they were hoping was about to happen in their nether regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I do enjoy reading poetry. As long as no one asks me to tell what I thought the author was trying to say! Poetry can be very relaxing or even stimulating but the only meaning it can have is how it pertains to your life and your experiences. Since I have not lived the poets life I have no point of reference from which to base my thinking. I have only myself and my life … usually a very different life from that of the poet. Perhaps I should write poetry then they could all guess what it was I was thinking of and I could laugh … not even close!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-113227251595696036?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/113227251595696036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=113227251595696036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113227251595696036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113227251595696036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2005/11/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-113097240845460181</id><published>2005-11-02T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:12:02.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So here I sit … not getting my homework done … nor working on my story … procrastinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does one do instead of the things they are supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I like to play such titillating games as TextTwist, Jewel Quest, Bejeweled2, and Luxor … though the last has me a bit miffed. Why make a game so hard that one is unable to continue it? So what, if the boards start over from the beginning? The point is to do something mindless for a while, not start WWIII!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. What do you do to procrastinate? To look busy where the workload is low? Or when you need some mindless thing to do while your brain tumbles over a weighty problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried music but I start concentrating on the lyrics and forget my problems … now it I was trying to lighten up a heavy day that would be perfect but I am supposed to be contemplating the meaning of life … no good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried books … but technical journals put me to sleep and the best sellers totally absorb me … again not good for contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is always the dream about it and the answer will come to me in my dreams … well unless the answer to every problem is tall dark and hansom … well that didn’t work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that leaves me with games …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;br /&gt;XXOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-113097240845460181?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/113097240845460181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=113097240845460181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113097240845460181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113097240845460181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2005/11/procrastination_02.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-113072540787798656</id><published>2005-10-30T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:23:27.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Here I Sit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well do I have egg on my face or what? I'm supposed to be a Geek in training and I didn't think to get a new cord for my new printer. We discussed in Class how printer manufacturers no long supply cord with their printers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit needing to print and the stores are all closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a maroon! (To quote a favorite bunny of mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what you ask … well I am going to have to go to the store first thing in the morning (Good thing it opens at 7am) so that I can print my work out before class …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always make things harder for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epson if you’re out there … including a cord with your printers would be helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-113072540787798656?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/113072540787798656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=113072540787798656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113072540787798656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113072540787798656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-here-i-sit.html' title='So Here I Sit'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-113051545738159451</id><published>2005-10-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:04:17.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft  Sycophants or is it Succubus?</title><content type='html'>So while Google is hip deep in court proceedings Microsoft is creating their own database and waiting like carrion to pounce on the corpse of Google’s good intentions … they whine and cry about the poor needing access to this service (which they are going to charge for) so their children can get better educations ... wha wha wha ... all this time Google has set the stage and done all the ground work ... and they won't charge for their service!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googler insights into product and technology news and our culture.&lt;br /&gt;The point of Google Print&lt;br /&gt;10/19/2005 02:04:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Adam Mathes, Associate Product Manager, Google Print Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have read about the AAP's lawsuit announced today which objects to Google Print. We'll post our comments about that soon. Meanwhile, we offer this commentary from Eric Schmidt. It ran on the op-ed page of yesterday's Wall Street Journal, and we are reprinting it in full with that paper's permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books of Revelation&lt;br /&gt;By Eric Schmidt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wall Street Journal&lt;br /&gt;October 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sitting at your computer and, in less than a second, searching the full text of every book ever written. Imagine an historian being able to instantly find every book that mentions the Battle of Algiers. Imagine a high school student in Bangladesh discovering an out-of-print author held only in a library in Ann Arbor. Imagine one giant electronic card catalog that makes all the world's books discoverable with just a few keystrokes by anyone, anywhere, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the vision behind Google Print, a program we introduced last fall to help users search through the oceans of information contained in the world's books. Recently, some members of the publishing industry who believe this program violates copyright law have been fighting to stop it. We respectfully disagree with their conclusions, on both the meaning of the law and the spirit of a program which, in fact, will enhance the value of each copyright. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google's job is to help people find information. Google Print's job is to make it easier for people to find books. When you do a Google search, your results now include pointers to those books whose contents, stored in the Google Print index, contain your search terms. For many books, these results will, like an ordinary card catalog, contain basic bibliographic information and, at most, a few lines of text where your search terms appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We show more than this basic information only if a book is in the public domain, or if the copyright owner has explicitly allowed it by adding this title to the Publisher Program (most major U.S. and U.K. publishers have signed up). We refer people who discover books through Google Print to online retailers, but we don't make a penny on referrals. We also don't place ads on Google Print pages for books from our Library Project, and we do so for books in our Publishing Program only with the permission of publishers, who receive the majority of the resulting revenue. Any copyright holder can easily exclude their titles from Google Print -- no lawsuit is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This policy is entirely in keeping with our main Web search engine. In order to guide users to the information they're looking for, we copy and index all the Web sites we find. If we didn't, a useful search engine would be impossible, and the same dynamic applies to the Google Print Library Project. By most estimates, less than 20% of books are in print, and only around 20% of titles, according to the Online Computer Library Center, are in the public domain. This leaves a startling 60% of all books that publishers are unlikely to be able to add to our program and readers are unlikely to find. Only by physically scanning and indexing every word of the extraordinary collections of our partner libraries at Michigan, Stanford, Oxford, the New York Public Library and Harvard can we make all these lost titles discoverable with the level of comprehensiveness that will make Google Print a world-changing resource. But just as any Web site owner who doesn't want to be included in our main search index is welcome to exclude pages from his site, copyright-holders are free to send us a list of titles that they don't want included in the Google Print index.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, this isn't enough. The program's critics maintain that any use of their books requires their permission. We have the utmost respect for the intellectual and creative effort that lies behind every grant of copyright. Copyright law, however, is all about which uses require permission and which don't; and we believe (and have structured Google Print to ensure) that the use we make of books we scan through the Library Project is consistent with the Copyright Act, whose "fair use" balancing of the rights of copyright-holders with the public benefits of free expression and innovation allows a wide range of activity, from book quotations in reviews to parodies of pop songs -- all without copyright-holder permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those critics who understand that copyright law is not absolute argue that making a full copy of a given work, even just to index it, can never constitute fair use. If this were so, you wouldn't be able to record a TV show to watch it later or use a search engine that indexes billions of Web pages. The aim of the Copyright Act is to protect and enhance the value of creative works in order to encourage more of them -- in this case, to ensure that authors write and publishers publish. We find it difficult to believe that authors will stop writing books because Google Print makes them easier to find, or that publishers will stop selling books because Google Print might increase their sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, some of Google Print's primary beneficiaries will be publishers and authors themselves. Backlist titles comprise the vast majority of books in print and a large portion of many publishers' profits, but just a fraction of their marketing budgets. Google Print will allow those titles to live forever, just one search away from being found and purchased. Some authors are already seeing the benefits. When Cardinal Ratzinger became pope, millions of people who searched his name saw the Google Print listing for his book "In the Beginning" (Wm. B. Eerdmans) in their results. Thousands of them looked at a page or two from the book; clicks on the title's "Buy this Book" links increased tenfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the heart of the Google Print mission. Imagine the cultural impact of putting tens of millions of previously inaccessible volumes into one vast index, every word of which is searchable by anyone, rich and poor, urban and rural, First World and Third, en toute langue -- and all, of course, entirely for free. How many users will find, and then buy, books they never could have discovered any other way? How many out-of-print and backlist titles will find new and renewed sales life? How many future authors will make a living through their words solely because the Internet has made it so much easier for a scattered audience to find them? This egalitarianism of information dispersal is precisely what the Web is best at; precisely what leads to powerful new business models for the creative community; precisely what copyright law is ultimately intended to support; and, together with our partners, precisely what we hope, and expect, to accomplish with Google Print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Schmidt is CEO of Google.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-113051545738159451?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/113051545738159451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=113051545738159451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113051545738159451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113051545738159451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2005/10/microsoft-sycophants-or-is-it-succubus.html' title='Microsoft  Sycophants or is it Succubus?'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-113051107809181847</id><published>2005-10-28T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T07:51:18.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh This Is Not Fair!</title><content type='html'>Okay so here I am reading a long … Looking up these fancy word when low and behold … I have to look up the meanings too????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malediction \mal-uh-DIK-shun\, noun:  A curse or execration.&lt;br /&gt;A curse I know but why do they need to put execration in there??? So me being me and words not being my strong suite I look up execration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex·e·cra·tion   ( k s -kr sh n)n.&lt;br /&gt;The act of cursing.&lt;br /&gt;A curse.&lt;br /&gt;Something that is cursed or loathed.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am asking my self … why did they need to put this word in there? The simple stating of a curse would have sufficed why make me go through all that additional work????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because its actually my fault … if I don’t understand a word I need to go look it up … it’s a compulsion I can’t not do it … I need to understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone told me once that a person cannot possibly understand everything in the universe … well I’m bent on trying LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog at you later&lt;br /&gt;XXOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-113051107809181847?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/113051107809181847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=113051107809181847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113051107809181847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113051107809181847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-this-is-not-fair.html' title='Oh This Is Not Fair!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-113047636180339350</id><published>2005-10-27T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:12:41.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Frell!</title><content type='html'>Sorry it took me so long to blog again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy ... okay I've been lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working with the department of fish and wildlife ... it was fun but now it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently taking a Literature class which requires me to sit with the dictionary next to me while reading ... why is all "classic" literature written with 5 dollar words???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found some interesting words though ... like mawkish&lt;br /&gt;Meaning:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sickly or extremely sentimental ( now should that not be sickeningly instead of sickly ... sickly just doesn't make sence to me ...)&lt;br /&gt;2. Insipid in taste; nauseous; disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now why is this not used instead ... it must be written by a man confusion is their tool of trade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mawkish originally meant "maggoty" (from Middle English mawke,  maggot),  hence squeamish, nauseating, hence tending to render  squeamish  or  make nauseated, especially because of excessive  sentimentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we get to my personal favorite ... a word that is a contradiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;virago \vuh-RAH-go; vuh-RAY-go\, noun:&lt;br /&gt;1. A woman of extraordinary stature, strength, and courage.&lt;br /&gt;2.   A   woman   regarded  as  loud,  scolding,  ill-tempered, quarrelsome, or overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however if you think of this as a man would it makes perfect sense ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a woman of extraordinary stature with strength and courage would seem too much like a man .. therefore she would be ill-tempered and overbearing ... just like a man LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks Jenn! she tells me: ORIGIN first used as the name given by Adam to Eve inthe Vulgate version of the Bible: from Latin, ‘heroic woman, female warrior’, from vir ‘man’.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to write a story ... perhaps I could post it here ... I'll have to check with my editor ... Oh X ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog at you later&lt;br /&gt;XXOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-113047636180339350?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/113047636180339350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=113047636180339350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113047636180339350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/113047636180339350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-frell.html' title='Well Frell!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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-16853060.post-112701560298600179</id><published>2005-09-17T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:53:22.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is all X and Jenns fault!</title><content type='html'>All I wanted to do was to reply to one of Jenns posts but since she won't let post unless I log in so I had to create a blog ... X if you just hadn't sent me the link ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16853060-112701560298600179?l=diraek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/feeds/112701560298600179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16853060&amp;postID=112701560298600179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/112701560298600179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16853060/posts/default/112701560298600179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diraek.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-all-x-and-jenns-fault.html' title='this is all X and Jenns fault!'/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315133771276999547</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></feed>
