<?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-7269668</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:51:25.449-05:00</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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>1240</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/St4jT9QKD4I/AAAAAAAACyc/VmbgF96J1IM/s72-c/fisher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Ss907LCl8FI/AAAAAAAACyU/bvB5kNBSWVY/s72-c/leroy+smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SsNMdZnp0sI/AAAAAAAACx8/eEfXNboNBkU/s72-c/ReoSpeedwagon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sq10eoCHvQI/AAAAAAAACx0/LiY3IjfaWtY/s72-c/elphaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sp_4xXu0ZHI/AAAAAAAACxs/688D4Mywp5Y/s72-c/IMG_6350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpwScia9v-I/AAAAAAAACxk/mkcpYhhdvQI/s72-c/IMG00135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5528299862499542533</id><published>2009-08-31T07:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:03:35.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny but ridiculous.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/the_soup/b141659_joel_mchales_hot_scoop_on_poop.html"&gt;Joel McHale's Hot Scoop on Poop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-5528299862499542533?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5528299862499542533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5528299862499542533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5528299862499542533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5528299862499542533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-but-ridiculous.html' title='funny but ridiculous.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-4624606792851088943</id><published>2009-08-27T06:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:48:00.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, dad.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpU-uZZ91nI/AAAAAAAACxc/fuwhTh4bAxk/s1600-h/IMG_5497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpU-uZZ91nI/AAAAAAAACxc/fuwhTh4bAxk/s320/IMG_5497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270697151256178" 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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;July 4, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4624606792851088943?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4624606792851088943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4624606792851088943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4624606792851088943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4624606792851088943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='happy birthday, dad.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpU-uZZ91nI/AAAAAAAACxc/fuwhTh4bAxk/s72-c/IMG_5497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-978167851276592700</id><published>2009-08-26T07:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:48:51.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gee, look at the time, i should be going.....</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;"&gt;The Times (London) - 5/19/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 men were present for a Belgian body builders' championship in May when three anti-doping officials arrived unexpectedly and requested urine samples. Every single contestant abruptly grabbed his gear and fled, according to press reports, and the event was canceled. &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/7269668-978167851276592700?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/978167851276592700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=978167851276592700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/978167851276592700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/978167851276592700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/gee-look-at-time-i-should-be-going.html' title='gee, look at the time, i should be going.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-3558436342643720955</id><published>2009-08-25T06:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:45:06.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dangerous formula.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Diet Mountain Dew (in a sippee cup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;birthday cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gets you this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpK8BBhrtbI/AAAAAAAACxU/_IjE2OW7_JI/s1600-h/wade+and+liz+082209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpK8BBhrtbI/AAAAAAAACxU/_IjE2OW7_JI/s320/wade+and+liz+082209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564031182026162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-3558436342643720955?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3558436342643720955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3558436342643720955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3558436342643720955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3558436342643720955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/dangerous-formula.html' title='dangerous formula.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SpK8BBhrtbI/AAAAAAAACxU/_IjE2OW7_JI/s72-c/wade+and+liz+082209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-7204706636403202168</id><published>2009-08-20T07:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:23:51.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, well, that makes sense.....</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;Kansas City Star - 6/24/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A woman in Kansas City, Mo., told police in June that the reason she had stabbed her sleepwalking 24-year-old boyfriend in the face was that she feared he would hurt her if she didn't wake him up. (She said the man had also just finished urinating in her closet.) &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/7269668-7204706636403202168?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7204706636403202168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7204706636403202168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7204706636403202168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7204706636403202168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah-well-that-makes-sense.html' title='yeah, well, that makes sense.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-1163445293296650067</id><published>2009-08-19T06:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:38:00.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good grief.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sor3KQDjVFI/AAAAAAAACxM/R_wpdFBFR2Q/s1600-h/charlie+favre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sor3KQDjVFI/AAAAAAAACxM/R_wpdFBFR2Q/s200/charlie+favre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371377261073355858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've always been a "Peanuts" fan.  I loved all the characters and their personalities.  And though Charlie Brown was a blockhead, I always rooted for him.  The one character trait that ol' Charlie Brown possessed that drove me crazy was his tendency to be wishy-washy.  But since the guy just never seemed to have anything go his way, I understood his wishy-washiness.  I didn't forgive it, I just understood it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While driving to lunch yesterday, I heard Dan Patrick say that Brett Favre would come out of retirement and sign with the Minnesota Vikings on Tuesday for somewhere between $10 and $12 million.  Brett Favre retires and "unretires" more often than I change my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love to watch Favre play football for the Packers.  He took risks.  Sure, he threw almost as many interceptions as he did touchdowns, but his touchdown passes were so exciting that you forgot about the interceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe his misses the competition.  Maybe he needs the money.  Or maybe he just doesn't want to go to training camp like a "regular" NFL player.  But one thing's for sure - Brett Favre's wishy-washiness sure has made him look like a blockhead.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-1163445293296650067?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/1163445293296650067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=1163445293296650067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1163445293296650067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1163445293296650067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-grief.html' title='good grief.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sor3KQDjVFI/AAAAAAAACxM/R_wpdFBFR2Q/s72-c/charlie+favre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-2148395225424775850</id><published>2009-08-17T07:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:20:45.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rookies to the rescue.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SolZHRzHOGI/AAAAAAAACxE/U6MlsfYdG3E/s1600-h/ringer081509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SolZHRzHOGI/AAAAAAAACxE/U6MlsfYdG3E/s200/ringer081509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370922012187768930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All three of the Titans' touchdowns were scored by rookies on Saturday night.  Kenny Britt is going to be a great receiver.  Javon Ringer could possibly put Lendale out of a job.  And Ryan Mouton will be a solid addition to the defensive backfield.  Even VY looked pretty good, except for the lapse of judgment when he tried to lateral the ball on a botched snap.  Not smart at all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, just 19 days until UT kicks off its season.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-2148395225424775850?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2148395225424775850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2148395225424775850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2148395225424775850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2148395225424775850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/rookies-to-rescue.html' title='rookies to the rescue.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SolZHRzHOGI/AAAAAAAACxE/U6MlsfYdG3E/s72-c/ringer081509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5544430931988897849</id><published>2009-08-14T06:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:58:00.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, regis, that ain't gonna' happen.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw something on Yahoo yesterday about the Gosselin family, you know, the "Jon and Kate Plus 8" people.  In an interview on "Regis and Kelly", Regis told Kate Gosselin that he feels Jon will come back home and that she and Jon will eventually get remarried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since it started, I refused to watch this cute little show called "Jon and Kate Plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoRy0NWzajI/AAAAAAAACw8/OA2tx5PUsLk/s1600-h/gosselin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoRy0NWzajI/AAAAAAAACw8/OA2tx5PUsLk/s320/gosselin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369542896996543026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 8".  The bride and the girls simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;adored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  But I just couldn't bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; myself to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; watch it because Jon never looked the least bit happy.  Not because of the kids, but because of his wife.  Now, I'm not advocating his actions, and I'm not saying he wasn't partly to blame for the break-up.  But this man couldn't stand his life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  Why in the world would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; think he would go back?  Especially now, after all that's happened.  Does anyone believe she wouldn't hold that over his head and make his life even more miserable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Regis, you're a wonderful talk show/game show host, but predicting the future just ain't your bag.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-5544430931988897849?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5544430931988897849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5544430931988897849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5544430931988897849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5544430931988897849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah-regis-that-aint-gonna-happen.html' title='yeah, regis, that ain&apos;t gonna&apos; happen.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoRy0NWzajI/AAAAAAAACw8/OA2tx5PUsLk/s72-c/gosselin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5079352986216026926</id><published>2009-08-13T06:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:00:06.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>before and after.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoP-3MCC19I/AAAAAAAACwk/t3xonRBB6WY/s1600-h/IMG_5954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoP-3MCC19I/AAAAAAAACwk/t3xonRBB6WY/s320/IMG_5954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369415404831823826" 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;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoP_mWgaj2I/AAAAAAAACws/rihxh1wRpoA/s1600-h/IMG_5962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoP_mWgaj2I/AAAAAAAACws/rihxh1wRpoA/s320/IMG_5962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369416215097413474" 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;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-5079352986216026926?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5079352986216026926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5079352986216026926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5079352986216026926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5079352986216026926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-and-after.html' title='before and after.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoP-3MCC19I/AAAAAAAACwk/t3xonRBB6WY/s72-c/IMG_5954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-417489443976608466</id><published>2009-08-11T07:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:30:16.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>important warning.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Viruses and worms are unfortunately prominent on the Internet these days, so whenever I see useful information about potentially harmful emails I like to pass them along to my friends.  I received this one from Chris this morning.  I only hope you've not opened this one yet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="ecmsonormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;INTERNET WARNING: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;If you get an email titled "Nude photo of Nancy Pelosi," don't open it.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;It contains a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecececececapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;nude photo of Nancy Pelosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-417489443976608466?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/417489443976608466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=417489443976608466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/417489443976608466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/417489443976608466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/important-warning.html' title='important warning.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-4264878189498566050</id><published>2009-08-10T07:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:29:46.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaahhhhhhhh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes.  Football is back.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoAQrTIB_QI/AAAAAAAACwc/RZDOij5Pv0A/s1600-h/punter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoAQrTIB_QI/AAAAAAAACwc/RZDOij5Pv0A/s200/punter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368309091880008962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know it was just a pre-season game, but it was real, live football.  I've missed football so much that I'd started watching college replays and even Canadian football.  Yeah, I may have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Titans' first-team offense seemed to move the ball well.  The trick play was great!  Chris Johnson looked good, as did both Lendale and Ringer.  Note to VY - before you enshrine yourself in the Hall of Fame, be sure you know how to throw 4-yard routes to your running backs.  I'm just sayin'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Vols play in less than 4 weeks.  I can't wait.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4264878189498566050?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4264878189498566050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4264878189498566050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4264878189498566050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4264878189498566050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaaahhhhhhhh.html' title='aaaaahhhhhhhh.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SoAQrTIB_QI/AAAAAAAACwc/RZDOij5Pv0A/s72-c/punter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-225858971610602822</id><published>2009-08-07T06:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:54:00.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that'll teach him.....</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;Akron, Ohio - July 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 10-year-old boy, trying to avoid leaf-raking chores by hiding underneath them, was hospitalized when his mother accidentally drove over the leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-225858971610602822?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/225858971610602822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=225858971610602822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/225858971610602822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/225858971610602822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/thatll-teach-him.html' title='that&apos;ll teach him.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-4976233085892773071</id><published>2009-08-06T06:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:29:06.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what 9 years looks like.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnrDfAbLGXI/AAAAAAAACwM/8tphHiZ-7uY/s1600-h/sara1cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnrDfAbLGXI/AAAAAAAACwM/8tphHiZ-7uY/s320/sara1cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366816843422701938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnrEVkn9DGI/AAAAAAAACwU/T38f9UNIE6E/s1600-h/IMG_5923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnrEVkn9DGI/AAAAAAAACwU/T38f9UNIE6E/s320/IMG_5923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366817780852919394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnnPMxDI5MI/AAAAAAAACv0/4yg8_j_Y6e4/s1600-h/sara1cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First days of school.  2000 and 2009.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK, technically, yesterday wasn't Sara's first day of school at Centennial.  But I'm going to count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;freshman orientation as a first day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4976233085892773071?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4976233085892773071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4976233085892773071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4976233085892773071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4976233085892773071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-what-9-years-looks-like.html' title='this is what 9 years looks like.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnrDfAbLGXI/AAAAAAAACwM/8tphHiZ-7uY/s72-c/sara1cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-1658316538434482914</id><published>2009-08-05T06:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:37:00.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(not) leaving on a jet plane.....</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;"&gt;Daily Mail - London - 6/23/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British charter airline Thomas Cook announced at the gate in the resort island of Mallorca in June that, regardless of seat assignments on a departing flight, passengers should sit toward the rear of the aircraft in order to balance the load (since it was already front-heavy with cargo and therefore harder on the pilot). Not surprisingly, 71 apprehensive passengers refused to board. (Also, some incoming passengers on that same aircraft, which experienced a similar balance problem, had dramatically dropped to their knees in the terminal, kissing the ground, calling the flight their worst ever.) &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/7269668-1658316538434482914?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/1658316538434482914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=1658316538434482914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1658316538434482914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1658316538434482914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='(not) leaving on a jet plane.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-2283364676223084085</id><published>2009-08-04T06:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:49:00.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let leroy motivise you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;According to the website, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.getyourbasketballon.com"&gt;getyourbasketballon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, Leroy Smith is the man who inspired Michael Jordan to greatness.  Since I need a little motivising every now and then, I decided to become one of Leroy's fans on Facebook.  By doing this, I receive daily inspirational messages from Mr. Smith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here are a few of them from the past week or so.  I hope they mean as much to you as they do me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just did 3 hours of Capoeira in a sauna, while wearing a ski hat and eight down comforters wrapped around me. Then invented my own form of martial arts called, "Feng-tasma" which is a mix of French traditional fencing and Bocce ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only real failures in life are those who fail. Don't be those people. They suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnclXpBFAeI/AAAAAAAACvc/CvfCUzqEITg/s1600-h/leroysmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnclXpBFAeI/AAAAAAAACvc/CvfCUzqEITg/s200/leroysmith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365798569112830434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning workout. Got up at 3:26 am, ran 43 miles wearing one broken flip-flop, in the sand with a small red wagon filled with cinder blocks and scrap metal strapped to my neck. Then put on a medieval suit of armor and a 600lb weight vest, rented a hang-glider and jumped off a cliff to test nerves. Now having a banana smoothie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teamwork is key. No one can whistle a symphony. It takes an orchestra to play it. That is unless you've taken years and years of whistling training and devoted yourself to the art. Then you could probably whistle it just fine and you should ignore this advice and keep up your magnificent symphonic whistling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps to motivational skydiving. 1) Jump out of plane without chute. 2) Find another skydiver with a chute to latch onto. You will be very motivized to do so. 3) Do not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never try and motivize a mime to talk but there's nothing wrong with teaching a monk how to juggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-2283364676223084085?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2283364676223084085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2283364676223084085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2283364676223084085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2283364676223084085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-leroy-motivise-you.html' title='let leroy motivise you.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnclXpBFAeI/AAAAAAAACvc/CvfCUzqEITg/s72-c/leroysmith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-3939537260159675746</id><published>2009-08-03T06:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:44:00.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess there are different kinds of luxury.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you hear the word "luxurious", what's the first thing that pops into your mind?  And expensive house or car?  A resort vacation?  Perhaps elegant dining?  All that comes in a distance second for me now after seeing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; commercial for Quilted Northern Ultra Plush toilet paper.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnYjK9UIQzI/AAAAAAAACvU/Dp6GZmbDOgk/s1600-h/quilted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 67px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnYjK9UIQzI/AAAAAAAACvU/Dp6GZmbDOgk/s200/quilted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365514677223179058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to their commercial, Quilted Northern Ultra Plush will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; deliver a luxurious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; experience to consumers during every trip to the bathroom.  Really?  Luxurious?  I've got to be honest, luxury is probably the last thing I'm thinking about whenever I use toilet paper.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can wipe this image of luxury from my mind really soon.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-3939537260159675746?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3939537260159675746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3939537260159675746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3939537260159675746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3939537260159675746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-guess-there-are-different-kinds-of.html' title='i guess there are different kinds of luxury.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SnYjK9UIQzI/AAAAAAAACvU/Dp6GZmbDOgk/s72-c/quilted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-4097332856640136643</id><published>2009-07-29T06:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:43:44.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how to keep cat prints off your car.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Gz-sC-vSIXk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Gz-sC-vSIXk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4097332856640136643?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4097332856640136643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4097332856640136643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4097332856640136643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4097332856640136643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-keep-cat-prints-off-your-car.html' title='how to keep cat prints off your car.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-567681337883262009</id><published>2009-07-28T06:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:41:00.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've had enough.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I've never considered myself a genius.  One could look at my high school and college transcripts and figure that out.  But for five days out of the week I feel somewhat smart.  I know what I'm doing most of the time.  I can figure things out.  It's those other two days of the week that I feel as incompetent as a 4-year-old who's been asked to perform triple bypass surgery.  Especially lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sm3HyAUBBqI/AAAAAAAACvM/TOuAZf1sx1g/s1600-h/IMG_5809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sm3HyAUBBqI/AAAAAAAACvM/TOuAZf1sx1g/s200/IMG_5809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363162393159468706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;We've finished the kitchen/downstairs renovation for the most part.  And when I say "we", I mean the people we've hired to do this stuff for us.  The bride set it all up and did most of the painting.  I did a little painting and switched out electrical outlets.  Other than that, my job was to screw things up and then call someone in to finish what I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I was always this way when it came to doing things around the house.  I'm not really sure when it all changed, but when it did it changed for the worst fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, I'm done.  From this point forward, unless I know 100% that I can do some type of household project, I'm hiring someone to do it for me.  A friend once said, "Hey, painters (or whatever type of profession) gotta' feed their families, too.  I'm not gonna' take food out of their mouths!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is called wisdom.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-567681337883262009?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/567681337883262009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=567681337883262009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/567681337883262009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/567681337883262009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-had-enough.html' title='i&apos;ve had enough.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sm3HyAUBBqI/AAAAAAAACvM/TOuAZf1sx1g/s72-c/IMG_5809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-6837702745404167109</id><published>2009-07-27T07:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:05:33.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just not the same.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sm2YAxSMsbI/AAAAAAAACvE/3OmgnkbCaNc/s1600-h/fire_truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sm2YAxSMsbI/AAAAAAAACvE/3OmgnkbCaNc/s200/fire_truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363109870265217458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Press (Muncie) - 6/25/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Mayor Sharon McShurley changed the protocol this year, fire stations in Muncie, Ind., had been delivering reports to department headquarters downtown by dropping them off in fire engines. McShurley ordered the department to learn how to send reports by e-mail.&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/7269668-6837702745404167109?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/6837702745404167109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=6837702745404167109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6837702745404167109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6837702745404167109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-just-not-same.html' title='it&apos;s just not the same.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sm2YAxSMsbI/AAAAAAAACvE/3OmgnkbCaNc/s72-c/fire_truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-6487035216318347468</id><published>2009-07-23T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:50:00.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 games for old farts.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 1.) Sag, You're it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  2.) Pin the Toupee on the bald guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  3.) 20 questions shouted into your good ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  4.) Kick the bucket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  5.) Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says Bend Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  6.) Doc Goose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  7.) Simon says something incoherent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  8.) Hide and go pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  9.) Spin the Bottle of Mylanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 10.) Musical recliners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-6487035216318347468?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/6487035216318347468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=6487035216318347468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6487035216318347468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6487035216318347468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-games-for-old-farts.html' title='10 games for old farts.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-6088061644455799236</id><published>2009-07-21T06:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:57:21.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a different kind of road rage.....</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;"&gt;Agence France-Presse - 5/23/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain bridge in Ghangzhou, China, has become popular for suicide (12 attempts in a 45-day period in April and May), and with each incident, traffic is slowed or halted for hours while crews attempt to talk the distraught person down or perform rescues. Mr. "Chen" was on the ledge in May, according to an Agence France-Presse dispatch, but he couldn't make up his mind about jumping. One frustrated motorist, Lai Jiansheng, ended the suspense by walking up to Chen and pushing him off. Chen survived, and Lai was arrested. &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/7269668-6088061644455799236?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/6088061644455799236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=6088061644455799236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6088061644455799236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6088061644455799236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/different-kind-of-road-rage.html' title='a different kind of road rage.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-7103317355445988999</id><published>2009-07-20T07:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:36:46.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of an era.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're never really prepared for these things.  Especially not over the phone.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bride called her dad on Saturday to see if we could borrow the truck to haul some junk off to the dump.  (By the way, this "junk" was recently adorning out home until about a week ago.  Funny how things can go from "necessity" to "junk" in such a short amount of time.)  I saw an odd look on the bride's face when she said "Oh, really?"  I knew what that was all about.  I felt the need to tell the girls, to let them down as easy as possible.  After all, it's a father's job to comfort his daughters during a time of loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SmRkdKjqdcI/AAAAAAAACu8/kizCUhetMkY/s1600-h/IMG_5758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SmRkdKjqdcI/AAAAAAAACu8/kizCUhetMkY/s320/IMG_5758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360519908690654658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We all knew this was coming.  Some had accepted it, others had held out hope that "Ol' Red" would miraculously heal himself and start running like he did over 16 years ago.  It never happened.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bride's father had sold his truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both daughters have learned to drive in this truck, so it holds special sentimental value to them.  Loads of mulch have been hauled in that truck.  Families have been moved.  Boxes had been toted from one place to another.  Wood and supplies had been picked up and delivered for home projects.  Any time someone in the family needed to haul something, the red truck was available.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to break in a new "family" truck.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-7103317355445988999?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7103317355445988999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7103317355445988999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7103317355445988999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7103317355445988999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-era.html' title='the end of an era.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SmRkdKjqdcI/AAAAAAAACu8/kizCUhetMkY/s72-c/IMG_5758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-3965457771020194010</id><published>2009-07-17T06:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:43:18.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>like, whoa, dude.....</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;"&gt;KING-TV (Seattle) - 6/10/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestor Waddell had to rush his 11-year-old Labrador mix, Jack, to the vet in May when he started acting strange during a walk, which had taken him into some bushes. The vet concluded that Jack had discovered and devoured some dry, harvested marijuana. According to Waddell, "(Jack's) eyes were kind of glossed over. ... When he was trying to walk, he was looking at his paw, and then looking at the ground and then trying to get his paw to reach the ground, but was unsuccessful." &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/7269668-3965457771020194010?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3965457771020194010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3965457771020194010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3965457771020194010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3965457771020194010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-whoa-dude.html' title='like, whoa, dude.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-4262035100082295501</id><published>2009-07-16T06:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:35:00.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>even i can appreciate this.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sl3e1mrUWFI/AAAAAAAACu0/GnLc8Yg-xC8/s1600-h/Jamaica_sunrise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sl3e1mrUWFI/AAAAAAAACu0/GnLc8Yg-xC8/s200/Jamaica_sunrise.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358684144137427026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a left-brain person.  But for a few minutes every sunny morning I get all artsy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turn out of the neighborhood I begin driving east towards I-65.  And when it's not raining, I get to witness the sunrise.  Something happens to me when I see those colors - I become immediately thankful.  It's almost as if what I'm seeing is something that God painted just for me to see at just that particular moment.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can believe what you want to believe, but it's hard for a left-brainer like me to understand how anyone could believe that all we see around us was brought about accidentally.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4262035100082295501?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4262035100082295501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4262035100082295501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4262035100082295501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4262035100082295501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/even-i-can-appreciate-this.html' title='even i can appreciate this.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sl3e1mrUWFI/AAAAAAAACu0/GnLc8Yg-xC8/s72-c/Jamaica_sunrise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-1956277119990769611</id><published>2009-07-15T06:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:37:00.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>they get paid to do this.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Slyi3C-xbQI/AAAAAAAACus/cfu8AU7VBT0/s1600-h/bond-girls-calendar-b-06-o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Slyi3C-xbQI/AAAAAAAACus/cfu8AU7VBT0/s200/bond-girls-calendar-b-06-o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358336723240709378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Daily Telegraph (London) - 6/7/09&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers from Cleveland State University, for a recent journal article, assessed the physical traits of 195 female characters from the first 20 James Bond films, revealing that more were brunette than blond and that at least 90 percent were young, slim and of above-average looks. &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/7269668-1956277119990769611?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/1956277119990769611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=1956277119990769611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1956277119990769611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1956277119990769611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-get-paid-to-do-this.html' title='they get paid to do this.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Slyi3C-xbQI/AAAAAAAACus/cfu8AU7VBT0/s72-c/bond-girls-calendar-b-06-o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-2131207547152490894</id><published>2009-07-14T06:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:49:00.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>working on titles.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bride and I are considering co-authoring a book on home renovation.  Here are the two titles we're mulling over:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Renovating on a Budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Home Remodeling: Divorce Might Be Simpler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish I was different, I really do.  I don't have a lot of patience when it comes to doing some things.  I want to do things right the first time, check them off my list, then move on to the next thing.  When I "allow" myself an hour to do a project and it ends up taking 4 hours, I'm not the most pleasant person to be around.  (I know, I know, you find that hard to believe, but it's true!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll have to admit that the bride has done all the scheduling for the renovation, from the wood floor installation to the cabinet refinishing and everything in between.  And she's also done almost all the painting. We spent this past weekend getting ready for the flooring guys to come on Monday.  By the time Sunday evening came around, I think she was ready for me to go back to work.  We took out countertops, painted, switched out electrical outlets and switches, moved things into the master bedroom and upstairs hallway, and had a couple of light fixtures installed.  An hour or so of silence was observed at one point during the afternoon on Sunday.  I think the bride was meditating.  Or plotting my demise.  One of the two.   I'm still not sure, and I don't think I really want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We keep telling ourselves it'll all be worth it when it's over.  Talk to us when it actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; over, and we'll let you know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-2131207547152490894?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2131207547152490894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2131207547152490894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2131207547152490894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2131207547152490894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-on-titles.html' title='working on titles.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-6155776400855203521</id><published>2009-07-13T06:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:51:00.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>air hockey, suicides and couples skates.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sldh4oveO6I/AAAAAAAACuk/WSQ45CxVIpY/s1600-h/Neverbeenmellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sldh4oveO6I/AAAAAAAACuk/WSQ45CxVIpY/s200/Neverbeenmellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857907417594786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Friday morning, I was sitting at my desk working on a quarterly report.  My regular internet radio station was having connection issues, so I was listening to an iTunes radio station that played hits from the 70's.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the flutes from the opening notes of Oliva Newton John's "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have You Never Been Mellow&lt;/span&gt;", and I was no longer at my desk.  Or in 2009 for that matter.  In my mind, just as vivid as could be, I was in Kingsport at Skate Inn, 1975.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually had three things I wanted to accomplish whenever I went to Skate Inn:  I wanted to play air hockey; I wanted a suicide (all their Pepsi products mixed into one cup); and I wanted to have a couples skate with a cute girl.  I was usually 2 out of 3, with the third one being left undone.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song ended and I was back in 2009 staring at a computer screen.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-6155776400855203521?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/6155776400855203521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=6155776400855203521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6155776400855203521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6155776400855203521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/air-hockey-suicides-and-couples-skates.html' title='air hockey, suicides and couples skates.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sldh4oveO6I/AAAAAAAACuk/WSQ45CxVIpY/s72-c/Neverbeenmellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-2413828834096840783</id><published>2009-07-10T06:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:03:59.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a prototype.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We usually use a picture from summer vacation for our Christmas card.  Here's one we're considering for this year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SlcuEhaAIdI/AAAAAAAACuc/dKqX7aqKO6M/s1600-h/christmas+card+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SlcuEhaAIdI/AAAAAAAACuc/dKqX7aqKO6M/s320/christmas+card+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356800937002279378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-2413828834096840783?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2413828834096840783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2413828834096840783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2413828834096840783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2413828834096840783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-just-prototype.html' title='it&apos;s just a prototype.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SlcuEhaAIdI/AAAAAAAACuc/dKqX7aqKO6M/s72-c/christmas+card+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-8033962651259243005</id><published>2009-07-08T06:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:44:00.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there's stress, and then there's stress.....</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;"&gt;KCTV Kansas City - 5/20/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcella Rivera said the last she heard was that her soldier-husband, William Rivera, would try to reconcile with her and their five children when he got back from Iraq, but then her mother saw a TV program on returning soldiers that showed William being married to another woman. Marcella pressed a bigamy charge in Independence, Mo., but prosecutors dropped it in May after William convinced them that "post-traumatic stress disorder" suffered in Iraq had made him forget that he was married. &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/7269668-8033962651259243005?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/8033962651259243005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=8033962651259243005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8033962651259243005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8033962651259243005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-stress-and-then-theres-stress.html' title='there&apos;s stress, and then there&apos;s stress.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-29726251359099702</id><published>2009-07-07T06:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:43:01.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still not acclimated.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was tough.  Stacks of mail.  Voice mails.  Having to wear pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We had a great week in East Tennessee.  We stayed at the L &amp;amp; G Bed 'n Breakfast, and it was wonderful as always.  Here are some take-aways from the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg continue to grow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I still can't ride roller coasters without feeling like I need to puke for several hours afterward.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My golf game goes from brilliant to terrible from one hole to the next.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I brought back some of the wonderful food I ate in the form of a larger waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The bride and the girls could never live where they went on Friday.  Too quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cousins are good people to have around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time to have the house torn apart by people who say they know what they're doing.  Better them than me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-29726251359099702?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/29726251359099702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=29726251359099702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/29726251359099702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/29726251359099702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-not-acclimated.html' title='still not acclimated.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-7568568128117857573</id><published>2009-06-26T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:54:30.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day tripping.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time for a little vacation.  We're looking forward to spending a week in East Tennessee with my family and doing some day trips next week.  We'll visit some friends and family, spend a day in Pigeon Forge and Dollywood, hopefully get in a little golf, and eat Mom's/Gramma's cooking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Good times.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-7568568128117857573?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7568568128117857573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7568568128117857573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7568568128117857573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7568568128117857573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-tripping.html' title='day tripping.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-5605011192215148895</id><published>2009-06-25T06:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:39:01.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shocking.....</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;"&gt;St. Petersburg Times - 5/16/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of Florida's Department of Corrections admitted in May that at least 43 children (including a 5-year-old), who observed their parents' prison jobs as part of "Take Your Sons and Daughters to Work Day" in April, were playfully zapped by 50,000-volt stun guns. DOC Secretary Walt McNeil said the demonstrations (in three of the state's 55 prisons) even included one warden's kid, but that only 14 children were individually shot (with the rest part of hand-holding circles feeling a passing current). Twenty-one employees were disciplined.&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/7269668-5605011192215148895?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5605011192215148895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5605011192215148895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5605011192215148895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5605011192215148895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/shocking.html' title='shocking.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-2974557101429485167</id><published>2009-06-24T06:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:48:27.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tiger math.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been reported that Tiger Woods made $110 million last year.  Let's see how that breaks down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SkISPdSvvKI/AAAAAAAACuQ/CPYTFBqUyzI/s1600-h/tiger_woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SkISPdSvvKI/AAAAAAAACuQ/CPYTFBqUyzI/s320/tiger_woods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350859364040162466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$310,370 per day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$12,557 per hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$209.28 per minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$3.49 per second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's assume Tiger sleeps 8 hours each night.  While he sleeps, he makes $100,456.  If we assume he takes 20 minutes to eat a meal, he makes a little less than $4,200 while he eats.  In the time it takes him to brush his teeth, he's made about $420.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tiger, if you're reading this, the bride and I are doing some renovations at our house.  If you could spare a couple of hours, we'd really appreciate it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-2974557101429485167?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2974557101429485167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2974557101429485167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2974557101429485167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2974557101429485167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiger-math.html' title='tiger math.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SkISPdSvvKI/AAAAAAAACuQ/CPYTFBqUyzI/s72-c/tiger_woods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-4774086756492370297</id><published>2009-06-23T06:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:44:02.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously, they exist.....</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;"&gt;Anchorage Daily News - 5/24/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sj_bIsBWiYI/AAAAAAAACuA/urMmhE5twQM/s1600-h/beard+champion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sj_bIsBWiYI/AAAAAAAACuA/urMmhE5twQM/s200/beard+champion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350235824641706370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:VERDANA,HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the biennial World Beard and Moustache Championships in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:VERDANA,HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; May in Anchorage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:VERDANA,HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Alaska, four local heroes "defeated" the usually dominant German contingent in the 18-category pageant, including overall champ David Traver of Girdwood, Alaska, whose woven chin hair suggests a long potholder. Said Traver, of the Germans, "They were humble, and you have to respect that." One defending champ, Jack Passion of Los Angeles, fell short with his navel-length red hair, despite having authored "The Facial Hair Handbook" after his 2007 victory. Traver acknowledged that no money was at stake (only trophies and "bragging rights"), but added that there are "a lot of ladies" who fawn over men's facial hair. "Seriously, they exist."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4774086756492370297?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4774086756492370297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4774086756492370297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4774086756492370297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4774086756492370297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/seriously-they-exist.html' title='seriously, they exist.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sj_bIsBWiYI/AAAAAAAACuA/urMmhE5twQM/s72-c/beard+champion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-2031596116518178367</id><published>2009-06-22T07:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:43:02.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>they're out to get me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My wife and daughters are trying to kill me.  No, not in an "in your face" kind of way, but in a very subtle way.  With food.  Here's what they fixed me for breakfast yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sj97Dbqk1YI/AAAAAAAACt4/LJOLKmthIO0/s1600-h/IMG_4881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sj97Dbqk1YI/AAAAAAAACt4/LJOLKmthIO0/s320/IMG_4881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350130181235594626" 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;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Croissant French toast with fresh strawberries, HOMEMADE whipped cream and bacon.  Delicious?  Of course!  But I have a history of high triglycerides!  Oh, and the girls gave me 5 different flavors of Famous Dave's barbecue sauce, encouraging me to eat more pork!  The doctor will have to double my dosage of Crestor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll be lucky to make it to my 45th birthday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS - thank you, ladies, for making my Father's Day special!&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/7269668-2031596116518178367?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2031596116518178367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2031596116518178367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2031596116518178367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2031596116518178367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/theyre-out-to-get-me.html' title='they&apos;re out to get me.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sj97Dbqk1YI/AAAAAAAACt4/LJOLKmthIO0/s72-c/IMG_4881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-1446445464771411133</id><published>2009-06-18T07:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:27:00.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how to drive your wife crazy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, this isn't a commercial for any kind of medication you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SjlTxPdCRgI/AAAAAAAACts/WSwNqPipqrU/s1600-h/hardwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SjlTxPdCRgI/AAAAAAAACts/WSwNqPipqrU/s200/hardwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348398137906185730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; see advertised during PGA events.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the old joke about how you can drive someone crazy by putting them in a round room and telling them to pee in the corner?  I've got a new one - just have your wife pick out hardwood flooring.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works at our house.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-1446445464771411133?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/1446445464771411133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=1446445464771411133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1446445464771411133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1446445464771411133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-drive-your-wife-crazy.html' title='how to drive your wife crazy.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SjlTxPdCRgI/AAAAAAAACts/WSwNqPipqrU/s72-c/hardwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-4804489556682345249</id><published>2009-06-17T06:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:59:19.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>might want to plan a little better next time.....</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;Indianapolis Star - 5/12/09&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police in Indianapolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SjjafQFQduI/AAAAAAAACtk/MeZaJedvDvk/s1600-h/bank_vault.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SjjafQFQduI/AAAAAAAACtk/MeZaJedvDvk/s200/bank_vault.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348264787930281698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:VERDANA,HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; charged Fifth Third Bank manager Dwayne Roberts, 31, with arson and theft after the failure of his scheme to cover up embezzlement. Police said that Roberts elaborately staged a fire inside a locked vault so that an undeterminable amount of money would burn up, thus perhaps covering his cash shortage. However, after Roberts had set the fire and locked the vault, he realized he had left his keys inside and could not re-open the vault or lock the bank's doors or drive home. &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/7269668-4804489556682345249?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4804489556682345249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4804489556682345249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4804489556682345249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4804489556682345249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/might-want-to-plan-little-better-next.html' title='might want to plan a little better next time.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SjjafQFQduI/AAAAAAAACtk/MeZaJedvDvk/s72-c/bank_vault.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-9116440487873190922</id><published>2009-06-16T06:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:33:01.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lipstick in schools.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SjZcsH1mIgI/AAAAAAAACtc/WlWKxssUcDQ/s1600-h/lipstick_mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SjZcsH1mIgI/AAAAAAAACtc/WlWKxssUcDQ/s200/lipstick_mirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347563520636887554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"   &gt;According to a news report, a certain private school in Brisbane (Australia) was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses). To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are teachers, and then there are educators.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-9116440487873190922?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/9116440487873190922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=9116440487873190922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/9116440487873190922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/9116440487873190922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/lipstick-in-schools.html' title='lipstick in schools.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SjZcsH1mIgI/AAAAAAAACtc/WlWKxssUcDQ/s72-c/lipstick_mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5036400120731018148</id><published>2009-06-15T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:53:43.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the worstest dad ever.....</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;Plain Dealer (Cleveland) - 5/17/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When a son, angry that his father had ordered him to clean up his room, screamed at Dad and threw a plate of food across the dinner table, Dad called 911. The son is 28-year-old Andrew Mizsak, who lives rent-free with his parents in the Cleveland suburb of Bedford, Ohio, and is a member of the Bedford School Board (and whose mom is a city councilwoman). After police arrived, the habitually untidy son apologized and, according to their report, "was sent to his room to clean it. He was crying uncontrollably." Subsequently, the school board punished Andrew by removing two of his duties. &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/7269668-5036400120731018148?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5036400120731018148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5036400120731018148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5036400120731018148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5036400120731018148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-worstest-dad-ever.html' title='you&apos;re the worstest dad ever.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-3319875392456854885</id><published>2009-06-12T07:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:01:08.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mission accomplished.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/01/jackie-gleason-may-be-my-hero.html"&gt;Six months ago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I set a goal weight for myself.  No definite time range, just a goal weight.  I stepped on the scales yesterday morning and saw the number I've been looking for.  I'm now wearing clothes from the skinny side of the closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was a relief.  I've eaten differently, I've run more consistently.  It's not always been fun, but it's been tolerable knowing that the weight was coming off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After my run yesterday we had dinner.  After dinner, Sara looked so pitiful when she couldn't find any chocolate to eat for dessert.  I offered to take her to get a milkshake.  The bride saw through my "generosity" when I said I'd get one for myself, too.  I hadn't told her, but I'd long ago decided that when I did hit my target weight I was going to go get a milkshake.  Sara later decided she didn't want a milkshake but rather sugar cookies from the grocery store, so I picked up some Edy's ice cream that had waffle cone bits, chocolate chunks and caramel swirls.  It was so good that I wept as I ate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Good stuff.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-3319875392456854885?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3319875392456854885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3319875392456854885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3319875392456854885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3319875392456854885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/mission-accomplished.html' title='mission accomplished.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-8876047994246737885</id><published>2009-06-11T06:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:38:01.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a few tips for those attending this week's cma music festival.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.fanfair.com/2009/"&gt;Fan Fair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; week is here.  The week Nashville businesses love.  The week those of us who work downtown dread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Si-sUQBNLhI/AAAAAAAACtU/mMOxIbJ1h_4/s1600-h/fanfair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Si-sUQBNLhI/AAAAAAAACtU/mMOxIbJ1h_4/s200/fanfair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345680746609454610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are a few tips for those Fan Fair guests who are visiting Nashville:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a map so you know how to get downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  We have residents from Maury and Lawrence counties who already clog up the interstates with their poor driving skills.  Don't add to the problem.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we don't see country music stars walking up and down the streets all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  If you do see them outside the exhibit hall, let them be.  One of the reasons they live in this area is because most people let them live their lives in peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;That Red Roof Inn you're paying $119 a night to stay in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  It was $47.99 on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enjoy your stay.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-8876047994246737885?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/8876047994246737885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=8876047994246737885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8876047994246737885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8876047994246737885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-tips-for-those-attending-this-weeks.html' title='a few tips for those attending this week&apos;s cma music festival.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Si-sUQBNLhI/AAAAAAAACtU/mMOxIbJ1h_4/s72-c/fanfair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5148518255797837378</id><published>2009-06-10T06:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:42:00.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>someone you might want to avoid on the interstate.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Si6DEEp3tZI/AAAAAAAACtM/26xsGed20bs/s1600-h/licenseplate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Si6DEEp3tZI/AAAAAAAACtM/26xsGed20bs/s400/licenseplate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345353913727432082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-5148518255797837378?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5148518255797837378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5148518255797837378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5148518255797837378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5148518255797837378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/someone-you-might-want-to-avoid-on.html' title='someone you might want to avoid on the interstate.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Si6DEEp3tZI/AAAAAAAACtM/26xsGed20bs/s72-c/licenseplate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-8766594902402173162</id><published>2009-06-09T07:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:49:02.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dry spell.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Si5aLuAHugI/AAAAAAAACtE/uZb2RcWqUFk/s1600-h/desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Si5aLuAHugI/AAAAAAAACtE/uZb2RcWqUFk/s200/desert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345308965108955650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hit one of those dry spells in my blogging.  No creativity.  I got nothing.  At all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-8766594902402173162?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/8766594902402173162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=8766594902402173162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8766594902402173162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8766594902402173162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/dry-spell.html' title='dry spell.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Si5aLuAHugI/AAAAAAAACtE/uZb2RcWqUFk/s72-c/desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-3451652218255567388</id><published>2009-06-08T06:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:46:55.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>they must remember cars, too.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Siz6F7XqA8I/AAAAAAAACs8/gIb-yaKMT3U/s1600-h/Mockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Siz6F7XqA8I/AAAAAAAACs8/gIb-yaKMT3U/s200/Mockingbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344921837525140418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA Today - 5/19/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A University of Florida researcher found, for a recent journal article, that mockingbirds, among all animals, are skilled at identifying particular humans who have displeased them and whom they wish to attack. &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/7269668-3451652218255567388?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3451652218255567388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3451652218255567388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3451652218255567388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3451652218255567388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-must-remember-cars-too.html' title='they must remember cars, too.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Siz6F7XqA8I/AAAAAAAACs8/gIb-yaKMT3U/s72-c/Mockingbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-9084701790580743775</id><published>2009-06-04T06:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:07:29.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 magic words for husbands to memorize.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After much deliberation, we're getting ready to do some renovations at home.  Kitchen and floors.  Simple, right?  That's what I thought.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bride has jumped into the project with both feet.  We have another family on the street doing similar projects, so she's teamed up with the wife/mom and they're doing research like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a simple person.  I'm decisive, straight-forward.  I know what I like.  When most people a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sie4yeBdYLI/AAAAAAAACs0/wxvdoZChN2M/s1600-h/kitchenremodeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sie4yeBdYLI/AAAAAAAACs0/wxvdoZChN2M/s200/kitchenremodeling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343442660090536114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sk me for my opinion, I give it to them without a filter.  You can't do that when it's your wife.  I forgot that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride had several hardwood samples down on the floor for me to look at.  She asked for my opinion.  I didn't remember that I was talking to her, so I gave her my honest opinion.  Her response was something like, "What are you, crazy?  That's the worst choice EVER MADE by a human being!  That's horrible!  I can't even stand to look at you right now!"  OK, I may not have that exactly word for word, but that's the gist of what I heard.  And to be fair, she was taking the color of the furniture and window treatments into consideration.  But she just asked my opinion on which floor sample I liked best.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're a husband, I'd like to share 8 magic words for you to use whenever you're considering any home improvement projects.  Whenever your wife asks your opinion, simply say, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What would you like my answer to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"  You'll save yourself a lot of grief.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing - when you say those 8 magic words, say it like you mean it.  Even if you don't.  Again, you'll save yourself a lot of grief.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-9084701790580743775?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/9084701790580743775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=9084701790580743775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/9084701790580743775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/9084701790580743775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-magic-words-for-husbands-to-memorize.html' title='8 magic words for husbands to memorize.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sie4yeBdYLI/AAAAAAAACs0/wxvdoZChN2M/s72-c/kitchenremodeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5566421804098679690</id><published>2009-06-03T06:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:40:00.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>talk about your literal interpretations.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wisconsin State Journal - 4/13/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In April, a manager at a Dean Health System clinic in Madison, Wis., received corporate instructions to "immediately" lay off 50 listed employees, and the manager (a 30-year nursing veteran) decided that that included pulling one RN out of a room in which she was assisting with surgery, leaving just a physician and lower-level staff members present. A clinic executive later called the manager's timing an error, but said there were no adverse consequences to the patient.&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/7269668-5566421804098679690?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5566421804098679690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5566421804098679690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5566421804098679690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5566421804098679690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-about-your-literal-interpretations.html' title='talk about your literal interpretations.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-3149904910878202392</id><published>2009-06-02T07:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:27:28.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bruce kicks shia's butt every time.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meg had her wisdom teeth extracted last week.  She's done really well, not a lot of swelling.  While she was recovering, she watched quite a few movies.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday night, the bride and I watched the original "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Die Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" with Meg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SiUaWerpkwI/AAAAAAAACsk/rrTupLWhM9I/s1600-h/die+hard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SiUaWerpkwI/AAAAAAAACsk/rrTupLWhM9I/s320/die+hard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342705506440549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  It had been a long time since I'd sat down and watched the entire movie, but I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; thoroughly enjoyed it.  The action, the bravado of Officer John McClane and the way he took down the terrorists had the bride and me on the edge of our seats the whole time.  And we knew how it turned out!  After it was over, I asked Meg how she liked it.  She said it was "kinda' slow".  My jaw hit t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he floor.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, the bride and I watched "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Disturbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;".  Very good movie, lots of suspense, based on Hitchcock's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SiUaWtqX1AI/AAAAAAAACss/T3ue9U3EbP8/s1600-h/disturbia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SiUaWtqX1AI/AAAAAAAACss/T3ue9U3EbP8/s320/disturbia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342705510461723650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rear Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;".  Meg and Kyle came in and watched the last 30 minutes with us.  After the movie, Meg commented on how much better "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Disturbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" was than "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Die Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;".  Once again, my jaw hit the floor.  I now have a significant bruise on my chin.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to head, Office John McClane puts Kale Brecht to shame.  McClane had, what, 8-10 terrorists with C4 explosives and missiles?  Kale had to fight the curly-headed guy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;St. Elsewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-3149904910878202392?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3149904910878202392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3149904910878202392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3149904910878202392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3149904910878202392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/06/bruce-kicks-shias-butt-every-time.html' title='bruce kicks shia&apos;s butt every time.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SiUaWerpkwI/AAAAAAAACsk/rrTupLWhM9I/s72-c/die+hard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-3681576067377025803</id><published>2009-05-28T07:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:25:44.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the receiving end of a swirlee in high school? this job's for you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:VERDANA,HELVETICA;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USA Today - 4/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, the district attorney in Vilas County, Wis., announced that he was seeking volunteers for a forensic test to help his case against Douglas Plude, 42, who is scheduled to stand trial soon for the second time in the death of his wife. The volunteers must be female, about 5-feet-8 and 140 pounds, and will have to stick their heads into a toilet bowl and flush. Plude is charged with drowning his wife in a commode, but his version (which the prosecutor will try to show is improbable) is that his wife committed suicide by flushing herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-3681576067377025803?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3681576067377025803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3681576067377025803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3681576067377025803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3681576067377025803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-receiving-end-of-swirlee-in-high.html' title='on the receiving end of a swirlee in high school? this job&apos;s for you.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-4870647668489927936</id><published>2009-05-27T06:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:51:35.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>overheard at the driving range.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm playing in a golf tournament on Friday.  Since I haven't swung a club in almost two months, I thought it might be a good idea to go hit a bucket of balls before the tournament.  I believe if they let me tee up my ball in the fairway, I may be OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The range was pretty full yesterday.  There were a few guys working on their swings, acting like they knew what they were doing.  Then the rest of us appeared to be plowing up the dirt to plant potatoes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To my right was a guy with two younger boys who looked to be about 3 or 4.  Dad was there with his clubs, and his sons had their on set of junior-sized clubs.  But the boys were doing more talking than hitting.  At one point, the comments went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Good shot, Dad!  Wow, that was reeeeeally high!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dad smiled and said "thanks."  Then he started duffing the ball, and the comments went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Whoa, that was a bad one, Dad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well, there's another bad one, Dad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"That one didn't go very high, did it, Dad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Dad, I need to go pee."  They left pretty soon after this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Even if these boys don't grow up to be professional golfers, it seems that they may one day give Johnny Miller a run for his money as commentators.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4870647668489927936?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4870647668489927936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4870647668489927936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4870647668489927936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4870647668489927936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/overheard-at-driving-range.html' title='overheard at the driving range.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-463217418371129156</id><published>2009-05-22T07:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:31:14.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my girls, showin' the love.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And there ain't a middle schooler in the bunch any more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Shaa1XVgyKI/AAAAAAAACsc/62dRjLj4Cco/s1600-h/IMG_4276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Shaa1XVgyKI/AAAAAAAACsc/62dRjLj4Cco/s320/IMG_4276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338624649882290338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-463217418371129156?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/463217418371129156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=463217418371129156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/463217418371129156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/463217418371129156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-girls-showin-love.html' title='my girls, showin&apos; the love.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Shaa1XVgyKI/AAAAAAAACsc/62dRjLj4Cco/s72-c/IMG_4276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-450961768611809015</id><published>2009-05-21T08:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:08:44.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good job, your fired.....</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;St. Louis Post-Dispatch - 4/15/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;East St. Louis, Ill., policeman Kristopher Weston apprehended a murder suspect about 20 minutes after the crime in April, which was such a nice piece of police work that the mayor called Weston before the city council to commend him. Five minutes after Weston left the room, the council got down to regular business, the first order of which was to approve a list of police and firefighter layoffs due to budget shortfalls, and on the list because of low seniority was Officer Kristopher Weston. &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/7269668-450961768611809015?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/450961768611809015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=450961768611809015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/450961768611809015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/450961768611809015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-job-your-fired.html' title='good job, your fired.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-4407231137268372253</id><published>2009-05-20T06:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:03:59.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>he just doesn't want to record that crappy coronation song.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Did you watch American Idol last night?  I was a little surprised that it was an Adam/Kris showdown.  For weeks I, like most other people, figured it would be Adam and Danny.  But Kris came on strong and deserved to be there.  In fact, he might just win it all tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I actually thought Kris won both of the first two rounds.  Adam's songs were boring, and Kris's songs were more relevant.  Don't get me wrong, Adam is an incredible singer with unbelievable range.  Plus, he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/ShPxawtTZAI/AAAAAAAACsU/XlDjJWjJp1E/s1600-h/american-idol624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/ShPxawtTZAI/AAAAAAAACsU/XlDjJWjJp1E/s200/american-idol624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337875425417978882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; an outstanding performer.  But I keep thinking about how both singers' talents will translate in the current marketplace, and I see Kris doing better.  To me, he's more current.  A little bit of John Mayer, with some Jason Mraz thrown in for good measure.  Kris just sounds more like what's on the radio today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then came the third round.  I wonder if Kris was sitting backstage listening to Adam sing that terrible song written by Kara and he started thinking, "Oh, crap!  If I win this thing, my recording of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;No Boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  will be on iTunes for everyone to make fun of and laugh at.  I'd better forget some of the words and give a sub-par performance."  Oh, like that couldn't happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If Kris wins tonight, it will be considered the biggest upset in Idol history.  The judges have been crowning Adam the winner for weeks now.  Even their comments to both singers after the last song were a bit lopsided - it was as if they were congratulating Adam for winning and thanking Kris for just showing up.  I hope Kris pulls off the win.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4407231137268372253?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4407231137268372253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4407231137268372253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4407231137268372253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4407231137268372253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-just-doesnt-want-to-record-that.html' title='he just doesn&apos;t want to record that crappy coronation song.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/ShPxawtTZAI/AAAAAAAACsU/XlDjJWjJp1E/s72-c/american-idol624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-4903447819971240890</id><published>2009-05-19T07:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:41:54.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new ordinance.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/ShKo-ihzOaI/AAAAAAAACsM/TFkahdtQfio/s1600-h/trooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/ShKo-ihzOaI/AAAAAAAACsM/TFkahdtQfio/s200/trooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337514300761389474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Henceforth, all police and state troopers are to cease patrolling the interstates during the morning commute.  Studies show that drive-times are drastically reduced when said officers are not present.  Also, driving the speed limit has proven to make some motorists lose their minds.  It's a win-win.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4903447819971240890?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4903447819971240890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4903447819971240890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4903447819971240890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4903447819971240890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-ordinance.html' title='new ordinance.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/ShKo-ihzOaI/AAAAAAAACsM/TFkahdtQfio/s72-c/trooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-139871801009255316</id><published>2009-05-18T07:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:43:12.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>y es! a new pimple.....</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;Daily Telegraph (London) - 4/13/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;New York artist Ariana Page Russell has a dermatological disorder that makes her skin puff up immediately at the slightest scratch (which renders her, she says, the "human Etch A Sketch"). She now scratches herself in deliberate patterns, to create artistic designs, which she photographs and offers for sale. Russell says she must work quickly, for her skin usually returns to normal after about an hour.&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/7269668-139871801009255316?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/139871801009255316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=139871801009255316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/139871801009255316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/139871801009255316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-es-new-pimple.html' title='y es! a new pimple.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-1663143261806580058</id><published>2009-05-14T06:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:33:01.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody ought to have one of these.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever have a friend who knew you every which way?  They know your good stuff, your bad stuff and everything in between.  They're the kind of friend you could call at 2:30 in the morning from jail and they would be there without a trace of judgment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jeff and I met when we were both 14 when his dad came to pastor our church.  He didn't want to come to Kingsport.  At all.  He hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgrdTSL6rEI/AAAAAAAACsE/6iauXfZKjYk/s1600-h/IMG_4446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgrdTSL6rEI/AAAAAAAACsE/6iauXfZKjYk/s200/IMG_4446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335320031942847554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the thought of moving right before he was to start high school. During the next 4 years we became each other's closest friends and sounding boards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over the years life took us in different directions and we lost touch.  Then Facebook came along, I found his little sister, and she gave me his contact information.  Jeff came up this past weekend and we went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unwigged.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Unwigged &amp;amp; Unplugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; concert at the Ryman.  As much fun as we had at the concert, the best part of the weekend was our conversation.  We stayed up talking until about 3:00 Monday morning, then picked it right back up a few hours later.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that the older I get, the harder it is to find good friends.  I've also found that the best friends in life are the ones I made as a teenager.  Good times.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-1663143261806580058?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/1663143261806580058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=1663143261806580058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1663143261806580058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1663143261806580058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/everybody-ought-to-have-one-of-these.html' title='everybody ought to have one of these.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgrdTSL6rEI/AAAAAAAACsE/6iauXfZKjYk/s72-c/IMG_4446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-4638043975101809232</id><published>2009-05-13T06:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:57:02.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sibling facebook chatter.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sgq05XnNdRI/AAAAAAAACr8/EuUMvTOEVBo/s1600-h/shortcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sgq05XnNdRI/AAAAAAAACr8/EuUMvTOEVBo/s200/shortcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335275606257792274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1400267981"&gt;Julie Stapleton Cathey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="comment_meta_data"&gt; at 9:37pm May 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="comment_credits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_4a0ab4688a72b5759065263" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm going to have major surgery so I can have strawberry shortcake too!!  Either that or come in Memorial Day weekend.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=599653462"&gt;Devonna E. Stapleton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="comment_meta_data"&gt; at 10:12pm May 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="comment_credits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_4a0ab512b8e8e3e37262550" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'd go with Memorial Day weekend if I were you...but it's totally up to you, whatever you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;" id="comment_80845438462_80845438462_999031" class="ufi_section"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_80845438462_80845438462_999031"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;span class="comment_meta_data"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1038048072"&gt;Wade Stapleton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="comment_meta_data"&gt; at 6:55am May 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="comment_credits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_4a0ab53e196ca9382674415" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;I don't have to have major surgery to get this.  I just show up.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-4638043975101809232?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4638043975101809232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4638043975101809232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4638043975101809232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4638043975101809232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/sibling-facebook-chatter.html' title='sibling facebook chatter.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sgq05XnNdRI/AAAAAAAACr8/EuUMvTOEVBo/s72-c/shortcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-3880101160126895182</id><published>2009-05-12T06:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:41:12.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8th grade formal.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgjCRgZA8uI/AAAAAAAACrk/jOKi1orPj8o/s1600-h/IMG_4335-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgjCRgZA8uI/AAAAAAAACrk/jOKi1orPj8o/s200/IMG_4335-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334727364628771554" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgjCR9nmvFI/AAAAAAAACrs/Cddg15tzlMQ/s1600-h/IMG_4312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgjCR9nmvFI/AAAAAAAACrs/Cddg15tzlMQ/s200/IMG_4312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334727372474596434" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgjCRQWbezI/AAAAAAAACrc/cb0Boo4yZs4/s1600-h/IMG_4320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgjCRQWbezI/AAAAAAAACrc/cb0Boo4yZs4/s200/IMG_4320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334727360322960178" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgjCSHnzrcI/AAAAAAAACr0/guTkGts2OQA/s1600-h/IMG_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgjCSHnzrcI/AAAAAAAACr0/guTkGts2OQA/s200/IMG_4359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334727375159799234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-3880101160126895182?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3880101160126895182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3880101160126895182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3880101160126895182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3880101160126895182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/8th-grade-formal.html' title='8th grade formal.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgjCRgZA8uI/AAAAAAAACrk/jOKi1orPj8o/s72-c/IMG_4335-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5476354299117622401</id><published>2009-05-07T07:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:25:05.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gonna' move.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not me.  No, the bride hasn't kicked me out of the house.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet&lt;/span&gt;.  Tomorrow's the day Meg moves back home for the summer.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 years ago, right about this same time, I moved back home from my dorm room at ETSU after my stellar freshman year.  I made about 3, maybe 4, trips up and down the stairs in the dorm and I was finished.  I had a 13" television, some stereo equipment, a small refrigerator, and my clothes.  No books to take home, since I'd already sold them back for pennies on the dollar.  I stripped my bed and tried to fold my sheets, but they cracked and crumbled and I ended up throwing them out.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one told me I was supposed to wash them&lt;/span&gt;.  And of course, no computer equipment.  PC's back then took up the space of a small laboratory.  So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgLSXhNKGDI/AAAAAAAACqU/d8YtxACE35k/s1600-h/farrah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgLSXhNKGDI/AAAAAAAACqU/d8YtxACE35k/s200/farrah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333056210252470322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; instead of a computer, I had my slide rule and my abacus.  It was that long ago.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's move will be more like the move I made when the bride and I moved into our first house.  There's a recliner involved.  A couple of televisions.  More clothes than I've owned in my entire life.  And nick nacks.  Tons of nick nacks.  (I don't think I ever had either a nick or a nack in my dorm room.  Decorations, other than posters, were never even considered.  I wonder what happened to that Farrah Fawcett poster?  I'll bet Ray still has it.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be good to have Meg back home.  Yes, it will be an adjustment for all of us, but that's normal.  Besides, it'll be good to hear the girls fighting again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-5476354299117622401?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5476354299117622401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5476354299117622401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5476354299117622401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5476354299117622401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/gonna-move.html' title='gonna&apos; move.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgLSXhNKGDI/AAAAAAAACqU/d8YtxACE35k/s72-c/farrah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-7914276899513304094</id><published>2009-05-06T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:01:35.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chris farley lives on.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgGYI0aDREI/AAAAAAAACqM/9A7KX3YSSdc/s1600-h/farleylives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgGYI0aDREI/AAAAAAAACqM/9A7KX3YSSdc/s400/farleylives.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332710711057663042" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks, devonna.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-7914276899513304094?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7914276899513304094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7914276899513304094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7914276899513304094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7914276899513304094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/chris-farley-lives-on.html' title='chris farley lives on.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SgGYI0aDREI/AAAAAAAACqM/9A7KX3YSSdc/s72-c/farleylives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-5506927351686932262</id><published>2009-05-05T06:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:36:01.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>designed for those too busy to pray.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sf80uTasoJI/AAAAAAAACp8/ufAGx4xaDXI/s1600-h/babypray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sf80uTasoJI/AAAAAAAACp8/ufAGx4xaDXI/s320/babypray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332038453920833682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiveScience.com - 3/25/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Web site InformationAgePrayer.com offers, for people too busy to speak to God themselves, a daily service of invocations (using voice-synthesizing software) for Catholics, Protestants, Jews or Muslims. Starting each day "reciting" the Lord's Prayer (or the Islamic Fajr) is $3.95 a month. Hail Marys are 70 cents a day for 10. A Complete Rosary Package is $49.95 a month. Each prayer is voiced individually, with the subscriber's name on the screen, and for Muslim prayers, the computer's speakers point toward Mecca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-5506927351686932262?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5506927351686932262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5506927351686932262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5506927351686932262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5506927351686932262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/designed-for-those-too-busy-to-pray.html' title='designed for those too busy to pray.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sf80uTasoJI/AAAAAAAACp8/ufAGx4xaDXI/s72-c/babypray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-3740137386333927260</id><published>2009-05-04T06:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:46:01.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this probably makes me a bad person.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sf4KJ66afUI/AAAAAAAACp0/cu0ebiFFDTM/s1600-h/marley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sf4KJ66afUI/AAAAAAAACp0/cu0ebiFFDTM/s320/marley1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331710174402608450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you tried to find a family-friendly movie lately?  One that both Dad and daughters can watch together without good ol' Dad getting embarrassed?  Just about impossible any more.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching through the Comcast pay-per-view lineup for about 20 minutes, we decided to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Saturday night.  The bride was afraid she would cry.  I thought it might be good because of the previews.  And who wouldn't want to watch Jennifer Anniston for 90+ minutes?  90+ minutes later, I guess the best way to describe my feeling was that I was mad.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty practical kind of person.  I see a problem and I attempt to fix it.  (Unless that problem is one presented by the bride.  I've long since learned that she doesn't always want things fixed, she sometimes just wants to tell me about a problem and then she expects me to not do anything but listen.  I think she's trying to drive me to an early grave.)  The whole time I was watching Marley &amp;amp; Me, I wanted to solve their problem.  I wanted to scream "JUST GET RID OF THE STUPID DOG!  IT'S NOT FUNNY ANY MORE!  OWEN, DUDE, JENNIFER ANNISTON IS ABOUT TO LEAVE YOU OVER THE DOG!  YOU HAVE THE MOST CROOKED NOSE ON THE PLANET, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DO ANY BETTER THAN HER!  JUST. GET. RID. OF. IT!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Grogan's autobiographical book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Long Trip Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  Very good book.  He talked about Marley in the book, but he never described him in any way close to how he was depicted in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, John Grogan and his dog had a special connection.  Especially when Marley was older.  But I sat there the whole time wondering just how any dog could be worth the problems he caused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride said she'd like to have a small house dog one day.  I've told her that she can either have a dog or me, because if she gets a dog I'll be gone the very next day.  She hasn't gotten back to me yet on that.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-3740137386333927260?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3740137386333927260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3740137386333927260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3740137386333927260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3740137386333927260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-probably-makes-me-bad-person.html' title='this probably makes me a bad person.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sf4KJ66afUI/AAAAAAAACp0/cu0ebiFFDTM/s72-c/marley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-8372430809843556339</id><published>2009-05-01T06:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:45:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes it takes growing up to appreciate things.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a strict rule at our house growing up - once your hair touched your ears, and if you were a male, it was time for a haircut.  (I say "we", but actually "we" had nothing to do with it.  This was more of a management mandate.)  When said hair did actually touch said ears, I would be driven to Ed Medlin's Barber Shop and promptly given a haircut.  The next day at school would be terrible because my hair would be so much shorter than everyone else who was my age, but I got used to it.  (You know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;your hair is short if the principal's butch cut is longer than your hair.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older, I was allowed to go other places besides Ed Medlin's for haircuts, but the rules remained the same - my hair had to be short.  Only when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;got to college did my hair touch my ears.  I thought I was a bigger rebel than James Dean.  These days, my hair never gets longer than about 2 inches.  (On my head, that is.  My back hair can reach lengths up to 6 or 7 inches if not properly maintained.  It's a gift.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I'm sort of glad Dad made me keep my hair short.  Not because of the ridicule I received from those with thick, flowing manes of hair, but because I was never tempted to grow a mullet.  When your hair is short both in the front &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; in the back, you don't have the luxury of "business in the front/ party in the back" kind of hair.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm grateful that Dad for never g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ave me the opportunity to look like any of these guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sfnxqa2ySbI/AAAAAAAACpk/pfLIqivBZds/s1600-h/mullets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sfnxqa2ySbI/AAAAAAAACpk/pfLIqivBZds/s320/mullets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330557345035602354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;PS - Kathy Moffitt said she used to date guys who looked like this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-8372430809843556339?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/8372430809843556339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=8372430809843556339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8372430809843556339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/8372430809843556339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-it-takes-growing-up-to.html' title='sometimes it takes growing up to appreciate things.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/Sfnxqa2ySbI/AAAAAAAACpk/pfLIqivBZds/s72-c/mullets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-7027395823725482865</id><published>2009-04-30T07:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:14:29.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two more ways to know you're getting old.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1.  Your oldest daughter finished her last day of classes for her freshman year in college earlier this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2.  Your youngest daughter will be a freshman in high school in about 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No wonder I like going to bed so early these days.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-7027395823725482865?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7027395823725482865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7027395823725482865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7027395823725482865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7027395823725482865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-more-ways-to-know-youre-getting-old.html' title='two more ways to know you&apos;re getting old.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-2201836859933793278</id><published>2009-04-29T06:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:39:01.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, y'all, watch this.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bloomington, Minnesota&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said a 23-year-old man is in stable condition after he pretended that he was falling off a bridge over the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1240621226_0"&gt;Minnesota River&lt;/span&gt;, then actually fell off the bridge. Police got a call just before 5 a.m. Sunday from a 21-year-old man who said his friend fell off the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1240621226_1"&gt;Highway 77&lt;/span&gt; bridge and into a marshy area about 30 feet below.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The caller said he was driving north when his friend, who he said had been drinking, told him to pull into the bridge's emergency lane so he could urinate.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The 23-year-old stood eventually climbed to the ledge of the bridge, then looked at his friend and pretended to fall. "He then in fact fell," reads a press release from the Bloomington Police Department.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Police from &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1240621226_2"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt; and Eagan responded, and the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1240621226_3"&gt;Eagan Fire Department&lt;/span&gt; used a chair lift to retrieve the man. He was transported to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1240621226_4"&gt;Hennepin County Medical Center&lt;/span&gt; where was treated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-2201836859933793278?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2201836859933793278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2201836859933793278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2201836859933793278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2201836859933793278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-yall-watch-this.html' title='hey, y&apos;all, watch this.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-574925637413727130</id><published>2009-04-28T06:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:45:30.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i know it was you fredo; you broke my heart.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SfbsUYFk5PI/AAAAAAAACpc/AsPNKOemR40/s1600-h/calzone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SfbsUYFk5PI/AAAAAAAACpc/AsPNKOemR40/s200/calzone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329707043846939890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York Daily News - 2/7/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:100%;"&gt;Joseph Milano, owner of Goomba's Pizza in Palm Coast, Fla., was in the federal witness protection program for squealing on Bonanno crime family members in New York but lost his anonymity in January when he was arrested for allegedly pistol-whipping a customer who had dared to criticize his calzone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-574925637413727130?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/574925637413727130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=574925637413727130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/574925637413727130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/574925637413727130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-it-was-you-fredo-you-broke-my.html' title='i know it was you fredo; you broke my heart.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SfbsUYFk5PI/AAAAAAAACpc/AsPNKOemR40/s72-c/calzone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-1026976570105718871</id><published>2009-04-27T08:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:07:18.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This past weekend was the very definition of perfect when it comes to weather.  Mid-80's, low humidity, very few clouds.  Perfect.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I did, however, hear a few people say that it was just too hot.  I felt like punching them in the face, but I held back.  These were probably the same people complaining about the cold weather two weeks ago.  I guess they have to have something to complain about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Spring is finally here.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-1026976570105718871?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/1026976570105718871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=1026976570105718871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1026976570105718871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/1026976570105718871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-5703805956582135086</id><published>2009-04-24T07:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:09:44.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliant.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SfGr_SzrlGI/AAAAAAAACpU/dvA8-fhkwck/s1600-h/house+on+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SfGr_SzrlGI/AAAAAAAACpU/dvA8-fhkwck/s200/house+on+fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328228938024719458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning Sentinel (Waterville) - 4/1/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two adults and three teenagers were arrested in Waterville, Maine, in March and charged with arson, with all the evidence needed consisting of a video the five made, describing their crime, crafted with theme music and cast-and-crew credits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-5703805956582135086?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/5703805956582135086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=5703805956582135086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5703805956582135086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/5703805956582135086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/brilliant.html' title='brilliant.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SfGr_SzrlGI/AAAAAAAACpU/dvA8-fhkwck/s72-c/house+on+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-7209860259417571232</id><published>2009-04-23T06:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:57:18.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the little things.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The bride and I are celebrating our 21st year of marriage today.  We've always tried to do something special for each other on anniversaries and birthdays.  On her 40th birthday, I surprised the bride with a trip to the doctor because I thought I was having a heart attack.  Thoughtful, that's what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The bride got a jump on the festivities a day early this year.  She woke up just before 4:00 Wednesday morning and couldn't get out of bed.  I heard all kinds of noises and thought she was having a bad dream.  Turns out she was just attempting to roll over and couldn't because of some severe back pain.  We went to the doctor, and she loaded her up with a muscle relaxant, a steroid pack, and 800 mg Ibuprofen pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, the things we do for love.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-7209860259417571232?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7209860259417571232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7209860259417571232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7209860259417571232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7209860259417571232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-little-things.html' title='it&apos;s the little things.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-609155762404873110</id><published>2009-04-21T06:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:51:00.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i-right, fake 21, bootleg hot pass on one....</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;WFTS (Tampa) - 4/1/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In March, two men were seen on a backyard surveillance camera in St. Petersburg, Fla., attempting a home break-in during the day when no one was home. According to the police report, one of the men assumed a football stance, then ran the length of the yard and rammed the back door. However, the latch held, and the impact sent the man backward, leaving him on the ground, writhing in pain. The collision also triggered an alarm, and the men escaped before police arrived. &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/7269668-609155762404873110?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/609155762404873110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=609155762404873110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/609155762404873110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/609155762404873110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-right-fake-21-bootleg-hot-pass-on-one.html' title='i-right, fake 21, bootleg hot pass on one....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-3907857993796292844</id><published>2009-04-20T06:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:34:01.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>old friends are the best friends.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been able to  catch up with so many old friends because of Facebook.  About a month ago, I found some friends from my old church youth group.  Over the course of several emails, messages, and a few phone calls, we've decided to have a reunion this fall.  The committee met in Kingsport on Saturday and we had a great time seeing each other.  I hadn't seen ANY of them in about 27 years, but the conversation flowed like we'd just seen each other last week.  One of the main topics of discussion regarded how we used to get into so much trouble during youth outings.  Some of those times involved mooning.  (I never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we were necessarily the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; role models.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm really looking forward to the next committee meeting.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-3907857993796292844?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/3907857993796292844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=3907857993796292844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3907857993796292844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/3907857993796292844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-friends-are-best-friends.html' title='old friends are the best friends.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-834470940751233192</id><published>2009-04-17T06:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:39:01.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>he has no control.....</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;Metrowest Daily News - Framingham, 3/2/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christos Kokkalis, 19, allegedly doing 65 mph in a 30 mph zone, was charged with assault in Framingham, Mass., in March, for reacting badly to a pedestrian's hand gesture suggesting he slow down. According to a police report, Kokkalis swerved across a street into the man's path, drove by, turned around and did it again. The report said Kokkalis denied fault, claiming that his car "turns on its own" because of an "alignment" problem.&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/7269668-834470940751233192?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/834470940751233192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=834470940751233192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/834470940751233192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/834470940751233192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-has-no-control.html' title='he has no control.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-7858465302439420738</id><published>2009-04-15T06:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:38:01.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an old fart characteristic.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember how I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/yet-another-way-to-tell-i-must-be.html"&gt;the other day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that the M*A*S*H marathon I watched this weekend was obviously targeted for on audience older than me because of all the AARP and incontinency advertisements?  Evidently the mere fact that I watched these commercials caused me to act elderly yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I parked my car Tuesday morning where I normally park it.  I got out of my car and began to walk across the street toward my building.  We'd had some storms pass through on Monday night, and it was breezy.  But for some reason it felt breezier than it ought to, breezier than the force of the current wind.  I felt cooler than I should have felt.  I looked down.  The barn door was wide open.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Fortunately, no livestock escaped.)&lt;/span&gt; Ever discovered your zipper was open and try to calmly but quickly close it?  It never works.  What I thought would take less than 2 seconds ended up taking about 4 attempts.  Luckily it was before 6:30 and there were no other people around.  Or maybe the early birds could see me through their office windows and had a good laugh.  If so, I'm glad I could start their day off with a little comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For lunch on Tuesday, I had melba toast and cottage cheese.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-7858465302439420738?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/7858465302439420738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=7858465302439420738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7858465302439420738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/7858465302439420738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-fart-characteristic.html' title='an old fart characteristic.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</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-7269668.post-6723382429787167662</id><published>2009-04-14T07:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:20:49.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my girls, easter morning.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeR-wz_Lt7I/AAAAAAAACpE/mkHFNWtvCf4/s1600-h/IMG_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeR-wz_Lt7I/AAAAAAAACpE/mkHFNWtvCf4/s320/IMG_3911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324520036512806834" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeR-wn6HAgI/AAAAAAAACo8/EP7nGeCHjSA/s1600-h/IMG_3890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeR-wn6HAgI/AAAAAAAACo8/EP7nGeCHjSA/s320/IMG_3890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324520033270301186" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeR_by-AMEI/AAAAAAAACpM/RA6alCq94n0/s1600-h/IMG_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeR_by-AMEI/AAAAAAAACpM/RA6alCq94n0/s320/IMG_3924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324520774973796418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-6723382429787167662?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/6723382429787167662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=6723382429787167662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6723382429787167662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/6723382429787167662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-girls-easter-morning.html' title='my girls, easter morning.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeR-wz_Lt7I/AAAAAAAACpE/mkHFNWtvCf4/s72-c/IMG_3911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-2751670666188861977</id><published>2009-04-13T06:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:44:02.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another way to tell i must be getting old.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The bride and the girls watched the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; Saturday night.  I was invited to watch, but I have vowed to go to my grave without watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; or any of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High School Musical &lt;/span&gt;movies.  I believe it's important to have goals in life.  I decided to watch a M*A*S*H marathon instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeFKK-keS6I/AAAAAAAACo0/5l6TWIpdJY8/s1600-h/hdis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 54px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeFKK-keS6I/AAAAAAAACo0/5l6TWIpdJY8/s200/hdis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323617786983762850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the third episode, I figured out from the commercials that I must be a bit young for their target audience.  It was the commercials advertising AARP and home delivery of incontinent supplies that gave it away.  During the next commercial break, I watched the Loud 'n Clear hearing aid commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fourth episode, I drank a warm glass of milk and went to bed.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7269668-2751670666188861977?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/2751670666188861977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=2751670666188861977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2751670666188861977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/2751670666188861977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/yet-another-way-to-tell-i-must-be.html' title='yet another way to tell i must be getting old.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SeFKK-keS6I/AAAAAAAACo0/5l6TWIpdJY8/s72-c/hdis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7269668.post-4926650483294408891</id><published>2009-04-08T07:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:04:59.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new film-making method.....</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;Canadian Broadcasting Corp. - 3/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian filmmaker Rob Spence said recently that he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SdyS4scVY0I/AAAAAAAACos/-OgHgHRzNRU/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SdyS4scVY0I/AAAAAAAACos/-OgHgHRzNRU/s200/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322290362345415490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; would install a prosthetic eye with a camera and wireless transmitter (of the size now used for colonoscopies) into the socket from which one of his eyes had been removed as the result of a childhood accident. He hopes to control the prosthetic eye in the same way that his muscles control his good eye, to record what his eyes see, and his first project will be a documentary on people's attitudes about privacy in an "Orwellian society." "(T)he best way to make a connection (with an interviewee) is through eye contact," he said. "When you bring in a camera, people change."&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/7269668-4926650483294408891?l=wadestapleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/feeds/4926650483294408891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7269668&amp;postID=4926650483294408891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4926650483294408891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7269668/posts/default/4926650483294408891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadestapleton.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-film-making-method.html' title='new film-making method.....'/><author><name>wstaple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811673798822180428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhovtcLCIpg/SdyS4scVY0I/AAAAAAAACos/-OgHgHRzNRU/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
