<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668</id><updated>2009-11-09T02:39:36.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the ofit (old fart in training)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1240</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5197147065137130477</id><published>2009-10-30T06:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:41:00.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the end of this blog as i know it, and i feel fine.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started writing here about 6 or 7 years ago.  It was fun.  It gave me an outlet for creativity.  I work with numbers all day long, things that are absolute.  So this was a nice diversion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over time, the fun went away.  I guess it started a few months ago.  Writing here became more of a task, a chore, a job.  Something I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to do.  The past few days it finally hit me that I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to do this if I don't want to.  Why do something that's supposed to be fun when it's not fun any more?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So thanks for coming here to read about my life, my family, my oddities.  I've made some friends on here that I didn't have before I started writing this blog, and that was a nice added bonus.  I've made some people laugh, some people cry, and some people mad.  That's pretty much how my life outside of the blog has always been, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're on Facebook, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/wadestapleton?ref=name"&gt;look me up&lt;/a&gt;.  We'll keep in touch.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-5197147065137130477?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5197147065137130477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5197147065137130477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5197147065137130477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5197147065137130477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-end-of-this-blog-as-i-know-it-and-i.html' title='it&apos;s the end of this blog as i know it, and i feel fine.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-3397568454275963136</id><published>2009-10-26T06:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:39:49.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so very close.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maintenance crews at Bryant-Denny Stadium were seen spraying tanks full of diluted bleach on the bleachers and home sidelines Saturday evening.  The #1 (or #2, depending upon which poll you look at) team in the country and their fans apparently peed in their pants Saturday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, Alabama won.  And like Lane Kiffin, I refuse to count moral victories as wins.  That's what Vanderbilt fans do.  (Yes, I said it.)  But Tennessee came to Tuscaloosa as a 2-touchdown underdog.  And for 59 minutes and 56 seconds, they kept up with Alabama.  Their chance to win came down to a 44-yard kick off the foot of a kicker with a quad injury.  But to their credit, Alabama made plays when they had to.  And that's what good teams do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like where we're heading as a football team.  We've played the #1 team in the country twice this year and scared them both.  The wins will come in time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-3397568454275963136?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3397568454275963136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3397568454275963136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3397568454275963136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3397568454275963136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-very-close.html' title='so very close.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-7753410402435547424</id><published>2009-10-23T07:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:16:34.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just put the phone up to scruffy's ear.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SF Weekly - 9/18/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The San Francisco Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals operates an assistance-dog program under a $500,000 grant and not only provides the trained dog but also yearly "refresher" sessions to keep the dog sharp. However, client Patricia Frieze told SF Weekly in September that the organization had asked her whether it could do the refresher course this year by telephone instead of a home visit by a trainer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-7753410402435547424?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7753410402435547424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7753410402435547424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7753410402435547424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7753410402435547424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-put-phone-up-to-scruffys-ear.html' title='just put the phone up to scruffy&apos;s ear.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-1811424546742522344</id><published>2009-10-21T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T06:50:00.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>could be a mutiny in titan-town.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This was from a Titans fan who attended an event here in Nashville yesterday.  Jeff Fisher was introducing the speaker, Tony Dungy, and according to this Tweeter, here's what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeff Fisher just took off his jacket and he had on a Colts jersey and said, "I just wanted to feel like a winner!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And here's the picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/St4jT9QKD4I/AAAAAAAACyc/VmbgF96J1IM/s1600-h/fisher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/St4jT9QKD4I/AAAAAAAACyc/VmbgF96J1IM/s400/fisher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394788229403250562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow.  Part of me thinks this is funny.  Another part of me thinks Coach Fisher might get a call from ol' Bud Adams.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-1811424546742522344?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/1811424546742522344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=1811424546742522344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1811424546742522344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1811424546742522344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/could-be-mutiny-in-titan-town.html' title='could be a mutiny in titan-town.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/St4jT9QKD4I/AAAAAAAACyc/VmbgF96J1IM/s72-c/fisher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-638323484554135743</id><published>2009-10-14T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:36:00.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>words of wisdom to inspire you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Ss907LCl8FI/AAAAAAAACyU/bvB5kNBSWVY/s1600-h/leroy+smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Ss907LCl8FI/AAAAAAAACyU/bvB5kNBSWVY/s200/leroy+smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390655838910541906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest revenge is to accomplish what others say you cannot do. That and gluing someone's hands to their face while they sleep, covering the kitchen floor with butter, setting off the fire alarm and watching them fall trying to escape the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leroy Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-638323484554135743?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/638323484554135743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=638323484554135743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/638323484554135743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/638323484554135743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-of-wisdom-to-inspire-you.html' title='words of wisdom to inspire you.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Ss907LCl8FI/AAAAAAAACyU/bvB5kNBSWVY/s72-c/leroy+smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-8302567336279104480</id><published>2009-10-13T06:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:45:00.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tommy boy moment.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember the scene in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tommy Boy&lt;/span&gt; where Chris Farley and David Spade were in the car listening to the radio?  They were singing along with the songs.  Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Carpenters'&lt;/span&gt; "Superstar" came on.  They both looked at each other, called the song lame.  The next scene you see, they're singing along and crying during the chorus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I went for a run Saturday morning.  It was cool, 52 degrees.  The rain had stopped, but it was damp.  I stepped out the door in shorts and a long sleeve Under Armour shirt and immediately thought about going back in for a jacket, but figured I'd be OK after I started running.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had my iPod set to shuffle all 900+ songs.  Songs played by Cage the Elephant, The Doobies, The Eagles, Elvis Costello, James Morrison, Al Wilson and others.  Most of the songs I listened to all the way through, but some I skipped over.  As I started the last mile, it came on - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Barry Manilow's Could It Be Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  Every now and then, when I'm shuffling the whole catalog, a song will come on that I don't really want to hear at the moment, so I'll press the forward button to the next song.  But I couldn't do it this time.  From song's opening of the piano solo, I was under some king of spell, unable to lift my arm to go to the next song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I didn't cry like Farley and Spade.  No, seriously, I didn't.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-8302567336279104480?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/8302567336279104480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=8302567336279104480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8302567336279104480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8302567336279104480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/tommy-boy-moment.html' title='tommy boy moment.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-9157801348938334882</id><published>2009-10-12T06:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:45:00.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good saturday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not sure who that was wearing the #8 jersey on Saturday.  He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; like Jonathan Crompton, but he sure as heck didn't play like JC.  If not for special teams, it would have been an almost-perfect game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't like Georgia.  I don't know why, I just don't.  Beating Georgia the way they did was just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meg's big sister came over for dinner Saturday night.  The bride had made all the fixins for hot fudge cake.  I couldn't wait.  I stayed away from sweets all day long just so I could eat a big ol' piece with a glass of cold milk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sara was the first to finish her chili.  She asked when we could eat the hot fudge cake.  The bride went over to the stove and turned on the eye for the hot fudge sauce.  Or at least she thought that's what she was turning on.  Funny thing about stoves - if you turn on the wrong eye, the thing you think you're heating up doesn't get hot.  Sara was anxious to eat, so she kept checking the sauce.   All of a sudden, we heard a crack that sounded like a gun had gone off.  Glass went everywhere.  The cake pan, made of glass, was sitting on a now very hot stove eye.  It scared Sara too death.  Not only the sound, but also the thought that we wouldn't be having hot fudge cake for dessert.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Meg, Sara and Whitney headed to Publix and bought the stuff to make more.  I'm happy to say it was delicious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a good Saturday.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-9157801348938334882?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/9157801348938334882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=9157801348938334882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/9157801348938334882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/9157801348938334882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-saturday.html' title='good saturday.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5724493594129013157</id><published>2009-10-09T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:24:58.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yard sale faux pas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WBAL-TV (Baltimore) - 8/11/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Perticone, 46, was arrested in Severn, Md., in August and charged with stealing about $25,000 worth of items from a woman's house just down the block. The woman discovered the items in Perticone's front yard, part of a yard sale he was conducting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-5724493594129013157?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5724493594129013157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5724493594129013157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5724493594129013157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5724493594129013157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/yard-sale-faux-pas.html' title='yard sale faux pas.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-1220652188864278903</id><published>2009-10-07T06:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:36:00.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inexplicable side effects of brain injury.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BBC News - 9/2/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm Darby, 70, awoke from surgery following a stroke in Oakham, England, last year to find that he had near-perfect vision (after having worn eyeglasses since age 2) but later discovered that he no longer spoke or understood French.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-1220652188864278903?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/1220652188864278903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=1220652188864278903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1220652188864278903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1220652188864278903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/inexplicable-side-effects-of-brain.html' title='inexplicable side effects of brain injury.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-7955824064906692771</id><published>2009-10-06T07:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:29:42.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the attempt to recapture ignorance.....</title><content type='html'>I'm reading the book &lt;i&gt;Second Hand&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Zadoorian. It's about a guy who's a "junker", someone who runs a second hand store and is constantly on the lookout for things to buy so he can clean them up and sell them to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part in the book where a man comes in and buys an old, non-working radio. He says his parents had one just like it when he was a kid and that he hadn't seen one like it in decades. Richard, the owner of the store, thinks about this as the man leaves the store with his new purchase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is a strange thing about people. We own something as children, then as adults we are willing to buy it again for about a hundred times the original cost. We think we’re buying back our youth or our innocence or something like that, but what we’re really buying back is our ignorance. We want to remember a time when we didn’t know so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this and it hit me that I've been guilty of this very thing. I saw an old "Billy Blastoff" toy on eBay a year or so ago. In mint condition, the cost was about $300. I knew I couldn't afford it, and wouldn't buy it even if I could, but the memories it brought back were incredible. I was 5 years old when I got "Billy" for Christmas. You can't get much more ignorant than 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the author's words on the way into work this morning. It struck me that Facebook is allowing people to recapture their ignorance with its service. We reconnect with people we haven't seen in decades, back to a time when our lives were less complicated, more innocent, more ignorant to what was to come later in life; back to a time when we didn't know nearly as much as we thought we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the new marketing campaign now - "Facebook - ignorance realized". Yeah, maybe not.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-7955824064906692771?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7955824064906692771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7955824064906692771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7955824064906692771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7955824064906692771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/attempt-to-recapture-ignorance.html' title='the attempt to recapture ignorance.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-273382599207595993</id><published>2009-10-05T06:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:41:00.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tough times for football fans in tennessee.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyone who thought the Vols would go 8-4 or 9-3 when the season started has had that fantasy shattered by reality.  While Hardesty is leading the SEC in rushing, he appears to be all we've got on offense.  I'm not going to pile onto Crompton - we knew what he was going in to the season, and he is who he is.  The defense looked lost at times Saturday night against Auburn.  Maybe it was because they were on the field so much.  It's going to be a long season for Vol fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Speaking of long seasons, the Titans took the field against Jacksonville Sunday afternoon.  You may have noticed that I didn't say they played.  The bride and I left before halftime and went to the library.  You know I'm not thrilled when the library wins out over a football game.  The thing is, I'm trying to figure out how they got so bad so fast.  The defense can't stop anyone.  The offense has Chris Johnson and that's about it.  We need a quarterback.  I'm predicting that Mr. Young gets the start next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a fan.  I'll stay true to my teams.  But the growing pains won't be any fun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-273382599207595993?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/273382599207595993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=273382599207595993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/273382599207595993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/273382599207595993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/10/tough-times-for-football-fans-in.html' title='tough times for football fans in tennessee.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-184697230563973580</id><published>2009-09-30T06:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:21:48.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not quite sure about this.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I heard about a new Christmas album this morning on the way into work.  Now, you know me - I love Christmas and anything having to do with Christmas.  But the announcement of this album left me scratching my head.  Here's part of the release from the band's web site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"  class="itemTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not So Silent Night Christmas Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;REO SPEEDWAGON PUTS THEIR OWN UNIQUE SOUND TO CHRISTMAS CLASSICS WITH NOT SO SILENT NIGHT CHRISTMAS ALBU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SsNMdZnp0sI/AAAAAAAACx8/eEfXNboNBkU/s1600-h/ReoSpeedwagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SsNMdZnp0sI/AAAAAAAACx8/eEfXNboNBkU/s200/ReoSpeedwagon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387233647242367682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;M DUE OUT OCTOBER 27th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rock superstars REO Speedwagon will be releasing a new Christmas album, Not So Silent Night...Christmas With REO Speedwagon, on October 27th on Sony Legacy Recordings, produced by Joe Vannelli, along with associate producer and lead singer Kevin Cronin. The album will feature 13 Christmas classics with a unique REO Speedwagon musical twist.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are really excited to bring something brand new for our fans to enjoy with their families, just in time for the holidays," said Cronin. "We are as proud and passionate about this project as we have been about any album we have ever made. We hope that this music is as much fun for our fans to listen to as it has been for us to create. The holiday spirit is alive in the REO family, and we wish the same for yours."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like REO Speedwagon's music.  The songs"Can't Fight This Feeling", "Keep On Loving You", "Roll With The Changes", "Ridin' The Storm Out", "Take It On The Run", and "Time For Me To Fly"  are all part of the soundtrack of  my youth.  But a Christmas album?  Somehow it just doesn't fit.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminds me of something Jeff and I used to do when we were growing up.  We had a few people from our church choir who would do solos from time to time.  They were good, but they had "church solo" voices and that was about it.  We would imitate certain church soloists as they would sound singing contemporary music.  The two just didn't go together.  The thought of a certain male soloist doing Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" or Clapton's "Lay Down Sally" still makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe REO's Christmas album will be a big hit.  Maybe it will sound great.  But for some reason I just can't wrap my head around it.  Oh, well, 86 days until Christmas either way.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-184697230563973580?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/184697230563973580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=184697230563973580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/184697230563973580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/184697230563973580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-quite-sure-about-this.html' title='not quite sure about this.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SsNMdZnp0sI/AAAAAAAACx8/eEfXNboNBkU/s72-c/ReoSpeedwagon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-6773323977656214640</id><published>2009-09-29T06:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:54:23.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, that couldn't have been them.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canadian Broadcasting Corporation News - 8/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police in Deer Lake, Newfoundland, decided in August not to press charges against three boys whom they had previously believed had harassed a young moose so badly that it had to be put down. A final piece of evidence against prosecution came from the father of one of the boys, who vouched that the three could not have committed such a crime since they had been busy at the time, vandalizing a nearby church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-6773323977656214640?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/6773323977656214640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=6773323977656214640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6773323977656214640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6773323977656214640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah-that-couldnt-have-been-them.html' title='yeah, that couldn&apos;t have been them.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-1437512969626905433</id><published>2009-09-28T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:09:50.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've done all i can do.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My fantasy league football team is so bad this year, I'm thinking of renaming them "2008 Detroit Lions."  I'm seriously doubting I'll get a win all year long.  But I did something this weekend that I thought would help the Titans.  I started Mark Sanchez as my quarterback.  No rookie has ever started the season 3-0, so I thought he'd have a terrible game against the Titans.  Hey, if I can't win with my fantasy team I might as well help the Titans get their first win of the season.  Didn't work.  The Jets beat the Titans, and the Titans are now 0-3.  Playoffs????  Playoffs????  I guess it could be worse.  The Titans are just a quarterback, 3 wide receivers, an offensive line and a defense away from a championship this year.  Maybe next year.  Or the year after.  Or sometime after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Vols won, but it wasn't pretty.  Yes, we scored 34 points, but it's obvious to everyone that we're short on talent at quarterback.  I read that Jonathan Crompton's father was escorted out of the stadium Saturday night because he took issue with a lady (and the lady's husband) who was booing his son.  Someone posted on Tennessee's Scout.com site that Crompton's dad probably took a swing at the guy but missed completely and hit somebody three rows up.  It's either laugh or cry this year, so I'm going to try to laugh when I can.  Besides, anyone who thought we'd compete for an SEC championship this year is sadly mistaken.  It's going to be a few years to get to that point.  The depth of talent just isn't there yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After what seemed like 4 straight months of rain, we had a beautiful day on Sunday.  And it's supposed to be like that all week here.  I'm ready for fall.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-1437512969626905433?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/1437512969626905433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=1437512969626905433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1437512969626905433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1437512969626905433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-done-all-i-can-do.html' title='i&apos;ve done all i can do.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-8963716755426555178</id><published>2009-09-24T06:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:44:35.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>serious about the weather.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daily Breeze (Torrance, CA) - 9/2/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography professor Melanie Patton Renfrew, 54, was convicted in Burbank, California, in August of violating a judge's order to stop stalking KNBC-TV weatherman Fritz Coleman. Renfrew had badgered Coleman for two years, via e-mail and telephone calls, about his "error" in terminology, confusing "onshore" winds with "offshore" winds. Coleman, she insisted, needed to apologize. "Offshore" winds blow out to sea; "onshore" winds blow in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-8963716755426555178?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/8963716755426555178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=8963716755426555178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8963716755426555178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8963716755426555178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/serious-about-weather.html' title='serious about the weather.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-6889397444507955032</id><published>2009-09-22T07:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:31:50.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>common sense 101.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Antonio Express-News - 8/28/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;San Antonio police chief William McManus announced in August an upgraded training program to teach his officers how to obey the law while off-duty. The department has had to fire 10 officers so far this year for law-breaking, and included in McManus' program is a personal talk to each incoming cadet to stress that police officers must not commit crimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-6889397444507955032?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/6889397444507955032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=6889397444507955032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6889397444507955032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6889397444507955032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/common-sense-101.html' title='common sense 101.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-2002885905115336247</id><published>2009-09-21T07:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:24:04.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vols and titans....and wild women at my house.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So Saturday's UT-Florida game went better than expected.  It was still a loss, but at least it wasn't a 30-point loss.  From the sound of things, the Vols gained some respect with their play.  According to something I heard yesterday, Florida fans were acting like they'd lost because it was only a 10-point win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then on Sunday, the Titans showed what happens when your secondary has huge holes.  31 points should be enough to beat any NFL team; well, except for the Saints.  Like a friend of mine said yesterday, one wonders if the Titans might miss defensive coordinator Jim Schwartz more than they miss Albert Haynesworth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now for the wild women at my house.  Bunco is back and the bride is hosting it tonight.  Here's hoping I don't have to break up a fight.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-2002885905115336247?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2002885905115336247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2002885905115336247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2002885905115336247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2002885905115336247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/vols-and-titansand-wild-women-at-my.html' title='vols and titans....and wild women at my house.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-7083072734789394780</id><published>2009-09-18T06:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:39:00.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things i won't do.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch the movie "The Notebook"&lt;/span&gt; - Yes, I've heard from several men that it's a good movie, but now it's a matter of principle with me.  I've said "no" so many times that I just can't give in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat broccoli, cooked cabbage or turnip greens&lt;/span&gt; - I refuse to eat something that smells like something I get in trouble for doing after a meal.  'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; - No one needs to know what I'm doing 24 hours a day.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't even need to know what I'm doing 24 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER own another dog&lt;/span&gt; - I've told the bride that we'll never own another dog.  She said she wants a lap dog one day.  I told her it was either me or the dog.  She hasn't made up her mind yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Park in a fire zone, handicapped or employee-of-the-month parking&lt;/span&gt; - There are rules in place for a reason.  Just ask my mother-in-law.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-7083072734789394780?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7083072734789394780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7083072734789394780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7083072734789394780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7083072734789394780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-wont-do.html' title='things i won&apos;t do.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-4637046664295211504</id><published>2009-09-17T06:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:56:00.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can you hear me now.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Times-Reporter - 5/21/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With no help from Verizon Wireless, law enforcement agencies managed to hunt down a disturbed, 62-year-old man sought in an 11-hour manhunt following a domestic violence call in Carrollton, Ohio, in May. Deputies had wanted to use the man's cell phone signal to locate him, but the company had shut off his service over an unpaid $20 bill and refused to turn it on, even for a few minutes, unless deputies paid the $20. The sheriff was reluctantly about to pay when deputies found the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4637046664295211504?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4637046664295211504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4637046664295211504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4637046664295211504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4637046664295211504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-hear-me-now.html' title='can you hear me now.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-211791018716419834</id><published>2009-09-13T17:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:43:22.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another first.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a thought Saturday night that I don't believe I've ever had before in my life.  I sat in my recliner watching the USC-Ohio State game and thought, "You know, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sq10eoCHvQI/AAAAAAAACx0/LiY3IjfaWtY/s1600-h/elphaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sq10eoCHvQI/AAAAAAAACx0/LiY3IjfaWtY/s200/elphaba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381085199268822274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; really enjoyed a Broadway play more than I enjoyed a football game today."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bride and I saw "Wicked" Saturday afternoon.  I wasn't all that happy about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; missing the UT game, but that changed soon after the curtain went up.  "Wicked"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was brilliant.  The two leads were incredible, and the story was great.  I thoroughly enjoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the play.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got home in time to see the 4th quarter of the game.  Jonathan Crompton may be the greatest guy in the world, but he's no college quarterback.  We've got a big problem at that position.  It worries me to think that he's the best option we've got at quarterback.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Elphaba could cast a spell on Crompton and turn him into a quarterback.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-211791018716419834?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/211791018716419834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=211791018716419834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/211791018716419834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/211791018716419834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-first.html' title='another first.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sq10eoCHvQI/AAAAAAAACx0/LiY3IjfaWtY/s72-c/elphaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-643404445464435413</id><published>2009-09-11T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:20:23.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>best line of the morning.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A listener emailed this to 104.5 The Zone this morning about the Titans' 4th quarter defense:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Deal Chuck Cecil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;John Chavis just called, he wants his defense back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-643404445464435413?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/643404445464435413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=643404445464435413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/643404445464435413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/643404445464435413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-line-of-morning.html' title='best line of the morning.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-4297561087734522557</id><published>2009-09-10T07:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:10:00.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted: size 9 1/2 tap shoes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I used to really like to play golf.  I got excited every time I got a chance to play.  And I used to be pretty good at it.  Not great by any stretch of the imagination, but pretty good.  Not any more.  I don't play much, so it's hard to get into any kind of rhythm when I play.  But when I do play, I vaguely remember being decent.  I guess that's why it's so frustrating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After 27 holes on Wednesday, I considered putting an ad on craigslist for my clubs.  Maybe somebody else could get some good shots out of them.  Heaven knows I sure haven't lately.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every time I play like I did today, I ask myself why I want to do something that gives me so little pleasure.  Why in the world would someone do something that makes them feel so inadequate?  Why heap that kind of mental punishment on yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe I'll take up tap dancing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4297561087734522557?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4297561087734522557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4297561087734522557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4297561087734522557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4297561087734522557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/wanted-size-9-12-tap-shoes.html' title='wanted: size 9 1/2 tap shoes.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-8855513267567314745</id><published>2009-09-04T06:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:43:00.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the influential power of the ofit.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sp_4xXu0ZHI/AAAAAAAACxs/688D4Mywp5Y/s1600-h/IMG_6350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sp_4xXu0ZHI/AAAAAAAACxs/688D4Mywp5Y/s200/IMG_6350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377290007171327090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I received the following message from my sister yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd be proud of this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    I took Lizzie to preschool this morning and she had taken a little doll of hers         that was wearing no clothes. Her teacher asked her what the doll's name was         and Liz replied, "Nakey Butt". I blamed it all on you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If memory serves, I believe I did in fact name that doll "Naked Butt" about a year ago.  It feels good to pass something along to the next generation.  I guess I'll add "philanthropist" to my resume.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-8855513267567314745?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/8855513267567314745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=8855513267567314745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8855513267567314745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8855513267567314745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/influential-power-of-ofit.html' title='the influential power of the ofit.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sp_4xXu0ZHI/AAAAAAAACxs/688D4Mywp5Y/s72-c/IMG_6350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-2129552005287305697</id><published>2009-09-03T06:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:35:00.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ringtones and whispers.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was in a meeting yesterday morning.  A meeting attended by professionals, or so it would seem.  A regional director from a government agency was speaking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sound was muffled at first, so I didn't know if I actually heard something or if the rustling of the hair in my ears was creating a noise.  Then it got louder.  And louder.  I finally heard it as plain as day - Calypso music.  Someone's phone was going off.  Please.  Even if you forget to put your phone on vibrate during a meeting, at least have a generic ringtone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I went from there to a funeral.  Even in my advanced years, I was one of the youngest in attendance by at least 25-30 years.  40 years in some instances.  I don't mind being around older people.  They can be funny.  Sometimes they mean to be funny, other times they just are.  Such was the case with the man directly in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The gentleman hadn't made a peep the whole service.  He leaned over towards his wife to whisper something to her.  She leaned in.  He said, "THIS PEW FEELS LIKE A KNIFE IN MY BACK!"  I know he meant to whisper.  It's just that as one gets older, their whispers tend to increase in volume dramatically.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not many people smiled when this happened.  Either they agreed with him or they couldn't hear what he said.  I'm going with the latter.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-2129552005287305697?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2129552005287305697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2129552005287305697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2129552005287305697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2129552005287305697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/ringtones-and-whispers.html' title='ringtones and whispers.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-4262466195158277367</id><published>2009-09-01T06:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:38:00.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's beginning to look a lot like.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpwScia9v-I/AAAAAAAACxk/mkcpYhhdvQI/s1600-h/IMG00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpwScia9v-I/AAAAAAAACxk/mkcpYhhdvQI/s400/IMG00135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376192336659070946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costco, West Nashville, August 31, 2009.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4262466195158277367?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4262466195158277367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4262466195158277367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4262466195158277367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4262466195158277367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='it&apos;s beginning to look a lot like.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04230689973230823422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpwScia9v-I/AAAAAAAACxk/mkcpYhhdvQI/s72-c/IMG00135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>