<?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-12950022</id><updated>2011-12-13T22:59:45.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Soccer Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>I was instructed by my therapist to write in this journal so that it would help me better understand my problems, and because it was one of the requirements of the settlement.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112200364764624270</id><published>2005-07-21T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:43:08.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog has Ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/320/beth_mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/200/beth_mary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Beth &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all of your input/posts/jokes - I think we should do well on our research paper. Love Ya Beth + Mary &lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112200364764624270?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112200364764624270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112200364764624270' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112200364764624270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112200364764624270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-blog-has-ended_21.html' title='This Blog has Ended'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112200334173522343</id><published>2005-07-21T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:35:41.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog Has Ended</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all of your input/posts/jokes - I think we  should do well on our research paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya&lt;br /&gt;Beth + Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112200334173522343?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/' title='This Blog Has Ended'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112200334173522343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112200334173522343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112200334173522343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112200334173522343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-blog-has-ended.html' title='This Blog Has Ended'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112178516361569333</id><published>2005-07-19T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:59:23.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why do you all do this? &lt;strong&gt;Now you say my mother is fake?&lt;/strong&gt; I set this blog up for her. I did all of the work and my name is never even mentioned. My so-called “sister” is fucking all over this blog and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t even have a sister&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  She saw this girl on the web and one day she started talking about my “sister”.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to set things straight I'm 19 not 6. All this shit, these stories, they are all made up – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my moms sick head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was the one who played soccer and I was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was the one who told her it would be funny to put “speed” in some cookies for MY team because they are all slow… It was a joke. The kicking the wood shit is true – my coach did use that technique to practice fakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fathers name is &lt;strong&gt;Mario Crowley&lt;/strong&gt; and my mother maiden name is &lt;strong&gt;Beth Young&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do the math all you techno geeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  My mom lives in this dream world and all of you are egging her on… She doesn’t have a Dr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She IS the Doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you all love it… You just suck it all up….&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Stop typing and get a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112178516361569333?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112178516361569333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112178516361569333' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112178516361569333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112178516361569333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-people.html' title='You People'/><author><name>Jay Crowley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383370181462140079</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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112169112416670176</id><published>2005-07-18T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T08:52:04.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, sad news to report</title><content type='html'>To all of Beth's faithful readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Beth has been on a tough journey through this life.  She never had it easy; she struggled and struggled to be the best mom, and the best person she could be. She was willing to take chances, to explore, to see. I put her up to this public (e)flogging, in the hopes that it would help her journey. She was willing to bare her soul, and gave it a real try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I have very sad news to report. Beth, as you know, recently took up with a guru who was leading her down another path. And, while she was following that path, she did some exotic things -- giving away material possessions, physical suplications, and "exotic" travel. Beth still loved to eat, and while in Pakistan, visiting an ice cream factory, Beth was one of the only foreigners killed in the factory explosion. (for details, see &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/world/2005-05-03-pakistan-building_x.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/news/world/2005-05-03-pakistan-building_x.htm&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her children will remain with me for at least a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112169112416670176?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.usatoday.com/news/world/2005-05-03-pakistan-building_x.htm' title='Sad, sad news to report'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112169112416670176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112169112416670176' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112169112416670176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112169112416670176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/sad-sad-news-to-report.html' title='Sad, sad news to report'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112140127586923668</id><published>2005-07-15T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:21:15.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Podu</title><content type='html'>I have found my new guru his name is Podu. He is wise and spiritual. I have broken up with my boyfriend and gave my ex-husband full custody of my children – Podu said this is the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that a person should not be too pure. Straight trees are cut first and pure people are first to be cast out I should never make associates with beings who are above or below my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such friendships will by no means give you any contentment – this is the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my offering of my car, Podu taught me that material things are just the material that binds us back – holding us back. I have drunk, but I am not sorry. This is the way that Podu showed me – how to drink life but in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I with 3 others will go on a pilgrimage to New Bedford Massachusetts to see the whaling port and meditate to the sounds of the whales. Podu thinks of this as his home, so we must visit. I am still apprehensive of cutting my hair “shedding my old self” as Podu puts it still is not comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth-Podu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112140127586923668?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112140127586923668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112140127586923668' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112140127586923668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112140127586923668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/podu.html' title='Podu'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112084705928280726</id><published>2005-07-08T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:24:19.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life is too important"</title><content type='html'>"Life is too important to be taken seriously."&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112084705928280726?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112084705928280726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112084705928280726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112084705928280726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112084705928280726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-is-too-important.html' title='&quot;Life is too important&quot;'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112084692831633341</id><published>2005-07-08T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:22:08.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>There have been some comments recently questioning this "blog" form of therapy.  Beth is a suffering patient; I am trying many forms of therapy to help all my patients. Remember they are suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "How People Change," by Allen Wheelis, is the following: "...yet we suffer too. Wealth and intelligence and good fortune are no protection. Haveing had good parents helps but guarantees nothing; miser comes equally to high born and low, comes with the gold spoon, to prince and princess and ladies-in-waiting, to groom and gamekeeper, to the might and the humble. We feel our suffering as alien, desperately unwanted, yet nothing imposes it. We eat, often exceedingly well..." (pp. 3-4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope many of this blog's readers see Beth all over that description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112084692831633341?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112084692831633341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112084692831633341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112084692831633341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112084692831633341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112083175430373803</id><published>2005-07-08T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T10:09:14.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, sad day</title><content type='html'>London blasted. More than 50 dead, too too many wounded. Beth, you were quite sad this morning. You understand, at least in theory, why this is okay. You're allowed to mourn and pray for people you don't know. Please make a few new posts here on how you are feeling. Maybe about Prince Charles and Camilla, two of your favorite people. I know that will make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The two days of heavy rain in Providence isn't helping your mood, either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112083175430373803?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/fc/world/london_bombings' title='Sad, sad day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112083175430373803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112083175430373803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112083175430373803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112083175430373803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/sad-sad-day.html' title='Sad, sad day'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112068188553224561</id><published>2005-07-06T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:31:25.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonya Thomas</title><content type='html'>A lot of my life is done outside of this blog. I need to live in order to write. I write in bursts. Marion instructed me to find an inspirational person I can model myself after. A mentor. I have found her. Her name is Sonya Thomas and I accidentally came across this incredible woman while watching TV.   She weighs less than 100 pounds but can eat more food in one sitting than just about any other human on the planet. Sonya Thomas has broken more than a dozen &lt;a href="http://www.kidzworld.com/site/p2063.htm" target="_top"&gt;World Eating Records&lt;/a&gt; and is considered one of the world's greatest competitive eaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she may be a strange role model but I wanted to find a person that was the “best” at something – that people couldn’t believe. She is a Burger King Manager and I recently e-mailed her to ask her how she found out about her abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find my true abilities too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112068188553224561?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112068188553224561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112068188553224561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112068188553224561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112068188553224561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/sonya-thomas.html' title='Sonya Thomas'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112067160747806653</id><published>2005-07-06T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:33:20.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What If?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Questions to get people thinking, and talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if all of a sudden all the glue on Sticky Notes became super sticky, like Super Glue, instead of barely sticky like the notes are now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if videoconferencing were free, and available for every room in your house?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if Woody Allen had been female?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if your TV could transmit appropriate smells into your living room during a broadcast?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if everyone named Robert in your home town was given one million dollars today?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if pigs actually could fly?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if car exhaust got you high, with no negative effects?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if every kiss took a day off your life? (What if every kiss added a day to your life?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if nobody (zero people) went to their job one day?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if all bees suddenly became extinct? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if all the N's were somehow erased from all files on all computers?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if all the lights in your town only shown at ten percent of their current illumination?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if cars could only have three tires?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;    &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if pizza could be delivered right through your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if you were to develop an allergy to water?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- End #comments --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if concrete started decaying after 50 years, crumbling and turning to dust?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What if all the pictures in your house were upside down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112067160747806653?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112067160747806653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112067160747806653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112067160747806653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112067160747806653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-if.html' title='What If?'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112058919547757967</id><published>2005-07-05T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:46:35.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Message Therapy is Warranted</title><content type='html'>I have prescribed message therapy for Beth, and she has an appointment next week with the best in Rhode Island. I have offered similar therapy with other patients exhibiting addictive behavior, with great success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.amtamassage.org"&gt;American Message Therapy Association (AMTA)&lt;/a&gt; web site, there are mental as well as physical benefits to message:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;Massage               Therapy and Well-Being: Mental Benefits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fosters peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Promotes a relaxed state of mental alertness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Helps relieve mental stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Improves ability to monitor stress signals and respond appropriately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enhances capacity for calm thinking and creativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Satisfies needs for caring — nurturing touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fosters a feeling of well-being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reduces levels of anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Increases awareness of mind-body connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; -Marion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112058919547757967?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amtamassage.org' title='Message Therapy is Warranted'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112058919547757967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112058919547757967' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112058919547757967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112058919547757967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/message-therapy-is-warranted.html' title='Message Therapy is Warranted'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112058602879470223</id><published>2005-07-05T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:53:48.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha is Hideous</title><content type='html'>martha, martha, martha, where did your parents go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world can Martha Stewart call house arrest "&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050705/ap_on_re_us/people_martha_stewart"&gt;Hideous&lt;/a&gt;"? She isn't even  in the same universe as hideous! There are many of my patients, like Beth, fighting real fights, against real demons. When they tell it like it is, it is more than just a little chafing of the ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be blunt -- I was a fan, but now, I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Martha &lt;/span&gt;is hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112058602879470223?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050705/ap_on_re_us/people_martha_stewart' title='Martha is Hideous'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112058602879470223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112058602879470223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112058602879470223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112058602879470223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/martha-is-hideous.html' title='Martha is Hideous'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112057346292321447</id><published>2005-07-05T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:24:33.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Sues NASA for $300 Million</title><content type='html'>I don't usually complain about other professions, but the legal system is nuts! NASA is being sued for $300 million by a Russian, because they blew up that comet. For deforming her horoscope, and moral sufferings -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORAL SUFFERINGS!&lt;/span&gt; How crazy is that? What about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; real suffering&lt;/span&gt;, like the patients I see every day! Like the emotional sharing going on here on this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legal system is broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112057346292321447?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050705/ap_on_fe_st/russia_comet_case' title='Russian Sues NASA for $300 Million'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112057346292321447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112057346292321447' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112057346292321447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112057346292321447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/russian-sues-nasa-for-300-million.html' title='Russian Sues NASA for $300 Million'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112052952498315384</id><published>2005-07-04T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:12:04.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawtucket Red Sox - Best Value in Baseball!</title><content type='html'>The best family value in sports has to be the Pawtucket Red Sox. Ben Mondor has done a wonderful job, over many years, in creating a family friendly, wonderful place (McCoy Stadium) to take in a baseball game.  Today they even had &lt;span class="medium"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curt Schilling &lt;/b&gt;play, trying to rehabilitate, but he didn't do too well. How often do you get to see an all star, up close, for $5.00?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, every July 4 weekend they have a great fireworks display. There was an unfortunate accident yesterday, but fortunately &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/news/local/new_hampshire/articles/2005/07/04/pawtucket_red_sox_cancel_july_4th_fireworks_after_burns_injuries/"&gt;nobody got too hurt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to meet Beth there with the kids sometime in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Sox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112052952498315384?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112052952498315384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112052952498315384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112052952498315384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112052952498315384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/pawtucket-red-sox-best-value-in.html' title='Pawtucket Red Sox - Best Value in Baseball!'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112048527642538653</id><published>2005-07-04T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:54:36.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David Maslanka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;David Maslanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't post here anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112048527642538653?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112048527642538653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112048527642538653' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112048527642538653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112048527642538653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/david-maslanka.html' title='David Maslanka'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112048288953986393</id><published>2005-07-04T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:17:03.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I did it. &lt;strong&gt;I started walking.&lt;/strong&gt; Today is my day of independence. I felt great all the way up until I banged my god damn foot on the corner of my bed. I woke up Mr. E. and he started to yell at me in Spanish or Portuguese – I was never good at languages. He had on those little boy shorts, the kind that has the mean face on them. I bought those new Nike shoes that make you feel like you are running bare foot, why did I buy them?!?! $79 for something I have already? I have bare feet – &lt;strong&gt;I know what it feels like to run with bare feet.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah painful!!! I have big feet for a woman. My arches are a bit high and they are falling rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Nike! Go make some shoes that feels like you’re not exercising! &lt;strong&gt;Barefoot shoes, yeah they work…I got blisters.&lt;/strong&gt; I was surprised the shoe box didn’t just contain a “Nike Stamp of a swoosh” with some “ink” that Michel Jordan endorses. Barfoot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked from my house to the stop sign – that is about a ¼ mile, I was out of breath, but it felt great! (not my feet, I am soaking them in Palmolive) It’s the generic Stop &amp;amp; Shop brand but works just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. E had breakfast waiting for me when I got back. We had delicious makeup sex too. He loves doggie and having the TV on, it is a European thing. &lt;strong&gt;I am glad he moved in&lt;/strong&gt;. I feel safer. He cleans too, so Maria does not have to come in the whole week. I think I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be able to see my son and Lauren today at Marion’s BBQ. She didn’t call me back yet. &lt;strong&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sweating like a pig. Who knew that walking and sex can make me this wet. I am drenched. I don’t glisten like those “Britney” with an “i” gals, I sweat…then &lt;strong&gt;I stink&lt;/strong&gt;. I don’t know what it is, but Mr. E tells me I smell like clothes that were left in the washer that’s in my basement over night without drying them. That wet rug smell. The way he says it sound much cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried those metal electronic pads that you place under your arm pits to stop you from sweating. They worked but my pits got all dry and crusty. They turned red and the skin flaked off. Do you know what large amounts dead arm pit skin smells like? &lt;strong&gt;Well, wet rug that a dog urinated on smells better.&lt;/strong&gt; The Dr told me what the metal plates do is close your pores. He used a cheese grater type device to open them back up. He wrapped me so tight my arms couldn’t fall to their sides. I looked like Frankenstein. (And I didn’t smell that great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried crystals that you rub on places you sweat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well the tour is on OLN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112048288953986393?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112048288953986393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112048288953986393' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112048288953986393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112048288953986393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112040261694419812</id><published>2005-07-03T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:56:56.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Post to beachcomber50</title><content type='html'>There has been a commenter on my blog that &lt;strong&gt;took the time&lt;/strong&gt; to really read my entries and provides thoughtful &lt;strong&gt;inspirational comments&lt;/strong&gt;. Not the silly one-liners like “beth, what is wrong with your kids”  “beth you are a terrible mother” - I don’t know if people are just poking me with a stick to get a reaction or really feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to &lt;strong&gt;beachcomber50&lt;/strong&gt; wherever and whoever you are &lt;strong&gt;I thank you&lt;/strong&gt;. I write what I think and I think what I write – NO editing NO censorship – All comments bad or good will stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need help, we all can see that. I am bitter, we all can see that. I am hurt, we all can see that. &lt;/div&gt;BUT I am still a single mother trying just to livestrong like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lance&lt;/span&gt; – he is demonstrating this in &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt; right as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. I can’t believe that Thomas Voeckler just got “king of the mountain” – the polkadots suit the little boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also thanks to Mar M. for showing me how to &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;color text!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112040261694419812?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112040261694419812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112040261694419812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112040261694419812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112040261694419812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/public-post-to-beachcomber50.html' title='Public Post to beachcomber50'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112040151639149180</id><published>2005-07-03T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:38:36.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lance Armstrong 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I support the &lt;strong&gt;Lance Armstrong &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – I have a yellow band and all that. I think everyone should. But why the 7 tours?  Why not let someone else win? You know you can do it - you dominated for 6 record years - &lt;strong&gt;You beat cancer&lt;/strong&gt; - you are an inspiration to all (even those without cancer). I find it strange the saying “beat cancer” – I thought cancer was caused by the person themselves and not by any virus or bacteria.  Perhaps it’s a metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily beat my daughter Lauren at soccer, and &lt;strong&gt;I’m not even that good&lt;/strong&gt;. But I let her win to build her up. Lance should do the same. Keep the race close. Then stop right before the final stage finish line and let all other riders pass giving them, I don’t know, high fives when they pass his final goodbye to the sport – so they [the riders] could say &lt;strong&gt;"I beat Lance"&lt;/strong&gt; But that would be an empty unearned win if they didn’t suffer for it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;With that said I hope that Lance Kicks all of their asses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. Especially that Thomas Voeckler kid – he smiles way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112040151639149180?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.livestrong.org/' title='Lance Armstrong 7'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112040151639149180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112040151639149180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112040151639149180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112040151639149180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/lance-armstrong-7.html' title='Lance Armstrong 7'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112031566865331184</id><published>2005-07-02T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:47:48.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey I see you dropped by….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take it down to something we all can relate to, unless you don’t have a job. OK, we have this big grid at work to monitor client projects we are working on or have completed. Some are TV ads some are print ads. There would be a “check” or an “X” or an “O” for things that were completed (there was much debate, about 35 minutes, on how the chart was to be filled in and how it should look) “I like the color blue” “but I like the color orange” “My chart should fit on my screen” &lt;strong&gt;It was like I was watching Goldie Locks and the three bears make a spread sheet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to make it look like there was more done they assigned various symbols to represent completion. Now the chart would look more filled in even though only 3 things were really done. And even those ads were not really completely done. Some spots had to be reedited. The best part was they put an “X” for entire project timelines they thought “could be done” if they “had to” do them. Key word “had to”. &lt;strong&gt;The chart looked amazing&lt;/strong&gt; – and that was the point, to look amazing. It didn’t really matter if the ads were done or not. People on the office just thought our division was efficient and cranking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why &lt;strong&gt;marketing is politics&lt;/strong&gt; and politics is not a science.  So don’t blame people for the political decisions they make with out knowing all of the “X”s and “O”s. If you are confused now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;             &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112031566865331184?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/' title='Public Opinion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112031566865331184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112031566865331184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112031566865331184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112031566865331184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/public-opinion.html' title='Public Opinion'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112026699525923095</id><published>2005-07-01T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:16:35.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>I talked to my son today and he told me a really funny story how he tried out for the RI After School Night Basketball League. Well, he had to take some basketball test. He did terrible, it was hard not for me to laugh, if you know my son, he tests horribly. He once was tested for this quiz show “Math Minds” and he couldn’t even divide by tens. It’s not that he didn’t know the answers, just getting to the show was good enough for him – like that’s all he wanted. He did make a girl stop crying during rehearsals, because she was scared to go on TV. He gave her some stupid pep talk. She ended up winning the whole thing. She never called him back. I even think she gave him some wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my son had been practicing with some kids at the YMCA. He even got the kids in wheelchairs involved, he felt just because they are disabled doesn’t mean they can’t take part – I guess he just doesn’t like to win. Why would you want a guy with a handicap on your team? I would never let Lauren play with those people. He made one cripple a really good three point shooter. My son got a sponsor for just the practice team – who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was funny, when everyone got picked for the Night League the handicapped kids got taken before my son. He didn’t even get picked. He couldn’t dribble the ball for some reason he told me. It serves him right. What gets me is He wasn’t even mad….that would have drove me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say my son could make a good crip coach someday - I think I’ll buy him a whistle on a string to cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112026699525923095?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/' title='Basketball'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112026699525923095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112026699525923095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112026699525923095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112026699525923095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112024854728601473</id><published>2005-07-01T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:10:12.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Guardian</title><content type='html'>To clear things up: Beth has two children. I have currently been assigned as their temporary guardian because of my relationship with Beth and the fact their father is currently on business in Thailand – which, right now is not the best place especially for children. I would hate to see what would happen to Beth if her children were that far away. Beth is legally separated from her husband and he has won custody. Visitation is only permitted with supervision and with the consent by their father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to have this cleared up in a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112024854728601473?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112024854728601473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112024854728601473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112024854728601473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112024854728601473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/07/temporary-guardian.html' title='Temporary Guardian'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112027317931684797</id><published>2005-06-30T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:44:59.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers on CBS</title><content type='html'>I watched this very good show tonight, Numbers, on CBS. This one brother is in the FBI, the other is a mathematician who helps the FBI solve crimes. Very well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Morrow is one of the stars. I heard he named his new kid Tu. That will certainly cause her problems when she gets to school age. What was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112027317931684797?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112027317931684797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112027317931684797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112027317931684797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112027317931684797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/numbers-on-cbs.html' title='Numbers on CBS'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112016839681896703</id><published>2005-06-30T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:30:36.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Penis</title><content type='html'>I was spreading my wings a bit and checking out new blogs. I have found one that is real funny. &lt;a href="http://weblog.herald.com/column/davebarry/archives/015950.html"&gt;http://weblog.herald.com/column/davebarry/archives/015950.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are strange and somewhat mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the topic today was about this man who stretched his penis. People were saying how big or small they were so I chimed in – I said I had a rather large vagina based on the fact I had three children. They test for this by using a tube and slowly fill the vagina with saline. I said In my case I like “bigger” men… Any man will do. So I thought this was funny. They pounced on me. One commenter Brad even talked about watching car parts and thinking about my vagina. He likes to stick fruit in tubes too. Targetgirl said she couldn’t eat. And some person “Too Scared to ID Myself” listed my profile on the blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is private information!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it off Aunt Nancy made fun of my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112016839681896703?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://weblog.herald.com/column/davebarry/archives/015950.html' title='Penis'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112016839681896703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112016839681896703' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112016839681896703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112016839681896703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/penis.html' title='Penis'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112015339143692417</id><published>2005-06-30T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:43:11.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Daphne is not a reflection on you!</title><content type='html'>Beth -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about your boss, Daphne, this week.  She may be, as we say in the profession, "certifiable." (Grin) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making everyone sing the Star Spangled Banner solo on the conference room table (all the verses) -- why? Counting all the half-used Post-It pads on everyone's desks -- huh? Recording all the keystrokes on everyone's computer -- so Nixon-esque. Having the whole company come in last Saturday, just so she could announce  the company's new electricity usage policy -- control issues, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're living in a Dilbert (well, Dilbertina) reality. You should write a comic book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112015339143692417?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112015339143692417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112015339143692417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112015339143692417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112015339143692417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/crazy-daphne-is-not-reflection-on-you.html' title='Crazy Daphne is not a reflection on you!'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112010369569235581</id><published>2005-06-29T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:23:45.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>Took my son and his pal to War of the Worlds tonight. Eye popping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"across the gulf of space, intellects vast, and cool, and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special effects were overall fantastic. The world of blood, what horror. I didn't like the alien worm, though. Kind of looked like a TV &amp;amp; flashlight hooked to a vacuum cleaner hose. Come on, Mr. Spielberg, you can do better then that! My daughter can do better then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microbes save mankind. Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112010369569235581?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112010369569235581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112010369569235581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112010369569235581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112010369569235581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/war-of-worlds.html' title='War of the Worlds'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-112001172426573223</id><published>2005-06-28T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:24:21.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Draft -  Andrew Bogut - 7 foot dream</title><content type='html'>My son was watching the NBA draft tonight. Andrew Bogut was the first pick. He's just a 7 foot dream! What a smile, what a beautiful Australian accent! From what I saw on TV, I have to agree with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-112001172426573223?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/112001172426573223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=112001172426573223' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112001172426573223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/112001172426573223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/nba-draft-andrew-bogut-7-foot-dream.html' title='NBA Draft -  Andrew Bogut - 7 foot dream'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111998808502445195</id><published>2005-06-28T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:48:05.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines</title><content type='html'>Have you tried Philippine food it is awesome. I had this pun-sit dish and lumpia (thier version of egg rolls). I also had this drink but I forgot the name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111998808502445195?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111998808502445195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111998808502445195' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111998808502445195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111998808502445195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/philippines.html' title='Philippines'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111996508525077916</id><published>2005-06-28T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T09:24:45.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At First Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/twinkies.html"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/twinkies.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to explain it, maybe I’m different, maybe I am crazy, but it all just made sense at that moment. Imagine David, a beautiful woman (or man whatever way you go) that you have never met gives you a few smiles. You are not sure they are directed at you but then you notice her looking at you. At you David! That in itself was unbelievable to me. For so long I was unnoticed. That feeling you get inside…what would you call that? The electricity? chemistry? It made me pretty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a shy person David. That awkward and somewhat gross situation made me confident. It showed me that others are as dim-witted as me or as all the movies I love say “human”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I loved the fact that you used “Kleenex” that is like saying Band-Aid, Xerox, DVD (which most people think is a format)… I work with “brand imprint” all of the time. Why did you write Kleenex? Why not tissue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111996508525077916?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/twinkies.html' title='At First Sight'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111996508525077916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111996508525077916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111996508525077916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111996508525077916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-first-sight.html' title='At First Sight'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111996347294222791</id><published>2005-06-28T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T08:57:52.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scented Candle</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried to see what a scented candle tasted like? They smell so good. I mean not eat the whole thing but just a taste? I was taking my Monday long tub and I had the candles going and I tried this new bath oil. I wish I had my Monday drink but say lee vee. The room smelled great until my son “had to use it”.  My two downstairs bathrooms are being redone and my master bath is the only one you can do number 2 in so I regrettably said yes. I encourage the children to go outside in the back yard when they can. Lauren likes to kill ants. My son is embarrassed because he is endowed like his real father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now the room smells like lavender and ass and the smell of fresh poo always wins over any floral combination. So I get out prematurely. My finger tips are not even starting to look like prunes but my neck still does. I need to get that fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how bath oils make my skin feel but not what it does to my tub. You see all of the dirt that you left behind clinging to the sides. Even if I wipe it down, there is still a bit left over. By the end of the week the kids play with the ring that is formed. Lauren likes to stick her bath time playing cards to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the grey ring, the tub becomes a bobsled track and I have to slide out over the side to the bathroom floor. The day I tried to get out just by standing up to grab the phone, I slipped and got a mouth full of candle. I am so glad my hair did not catch fire with all of the oil I had in it. My friend Marry got a candle stuck “you know where” and had to go to the hospital to get it out. They had to drill a whole right through the thing to release the vacuum it caused. You never see those episodes on ER. She used the “I slipped on bath oil” excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me the story.  When a few of us were over her house for a dinner party, she pointed out the candle on the table was the one that got stuck. It had a whole straight through it….  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it tastes ok; lemon candles have the strongest flavor. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to grate it on my pasta, but if I was stranded on an island with scented candles I would try the other thing.&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111996347294222791?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.chocolatefantasies.com/peniscandles.htm' title='Scented Candle'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111996347294222791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111996347294222791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111996347294222791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111996347294222791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/scented-candle.html' title='Scented Candle'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111991969725893324</id><published>2005-06-27T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:48:17.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkies</title><content type='html'>I know that they are bad for her but I let Lauren now and again have the perfect little food, I call heaven, but others call them Twinkies. I love them frozen, deep fired, and straight from the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you know I have a new man in my life Mr. Espinola. He is drop dead fine. I met him at Hemenway's restaurant; it’s located right in the middle of Providence. They have the best sea food in the state. People from NY and Connecticut drive all that way just for some excellent oysters. Even when the place is pack, the service is fast fast fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having my normal lunch, get the lobster club, it’s to die for! …and this young handsome man walked by and I knew I had to talk to him. So I waited for him to go on break to make my move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t smoke anywhere in RI now, so you have to sneak out back in the loading dock to have a puff. It is funny how we met, but when I stepped out the back doors through the lobby, Mr. E was doing that thing, where you hold down one side of your nose, and blow real hard to clear out you sinuses. The pollen has been really bad in the city these past few weeks people getting sick around my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of his, you know, got on my dress and our eyes locked and we both started laughing. He handed me a balled up paper napkin and was trying to say he was sorry in some cute broken English. As I was wiping the gunk off my dress, I didn’t notice I was spreading an old ball of mint gum that was in the napkin (he forgot to tell me) on my now sticky leg.  He then said something like oh pretty lady I so sorry” or something like that and he picked the gum off my dress rubbing my thigh very close to my you know what… two words “drip” and  “ping”. The only thing keeping me from jumping on this man was the fact he was picking the gum off my dress and putting it directly into his mouth. He looked like a sexy monkey grooming me. My very own Antonio Hendarass!!!&lt;br /&gt; I gave him my business card and told him to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://providence.citysearch.com/profile/9071753/"&gt;http://providence.citysearch.com/profile/9071753/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemenway's Seafood Grill &amp; Oyster Bar&lt;br /&gt;1 Providence Washington Plz&lt;br /&gt;Providence, RI 02903-7104 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://providence.citysearch.com/map?mode=geo&amp;id=9071753&amp;amp;map_lat=418268&amp;map_lon=-714088&amp;amp;fid=2&amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(401) 351-8570&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111991969725893324?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://providence.citysearch.com/profile/9071753/' title='Twinkies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111991969725893324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111991969725893324' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111991969725893324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111991969725893324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/twinkies.html' title='Twinkies'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111984061065001081</id><published>2005-06-26T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:50:10.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau, Beth?</title><content type='html'>Beth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been telling me about the relationship you are currently working on. Without revealing his name, could you share some of your stories here? A couple of sad ones, but some really funny situations, too!  Especially the one about him, Lauren, the garden hose, and the twinkies -- makes me laugh just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111984061065001081?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111984061065001081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111984061065001081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111984061065001081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111984061065001081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/beau-beth.html' title='Beau, Beth?'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111971057643432354</id><published>2005-06-25T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:42:56.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>haiku 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my eyes are clear now&lt;br /&gt;blind not to see the pain caused&lt;br /&gt;please come back to me&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted the knife moves&lt;br /&gt;I bleed rivers of remorse&lt;br /&gt;soft sound of ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glass breaks on marble&lt;br /&gt;The once sweet smell is sour&lt;br /&gt;I sip from the floor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111971057643432354?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.metanoia.org/suicide/' title='haiku 2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111971057643432354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111971057643432354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111971057643432354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111971057643432354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/haiku-2.html' title='haiku 2'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111958019729632723</id><published>2005-06-23T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:29:57.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Klansman's Sentence</title><content type='html'>Just read about Ku Klux Klansman Edgar Ray Killen, 80 years old, getting a 60 year prison sentence.   The guy has expressed no remorse over the three murders he committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got off easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111958019729632723?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111958019729632723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111958019729632723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111958019729632723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111958019729632723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/klansmans-sentence.html' title='Klansman&apos;s Sentence'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111947026861349385</id><published>2005-06-22T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T15:57:48.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Tournament</title><content type='html'>I missed Lauren's soccer tournament in western Massachusetts last week. I haven't told her the whole story why, but I think she understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played four games in 99 degree heat, and horrible humidity. I sent Lauren with my good friend Kathy (Meeghan's mom), and I also sent along Lauren's brother to act as chaperone. The girls won all their games (yeah!). I understand the highlight of the weekend was the big pool at the Holiday Inn on Saturday night. There was also a boys team staying at the same hotel, and they were all cooling off together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kathy told me that my son disappeared, my face when white, but she reassured me that he showed the next morning safe and sound, and in a happy mood. I was relieved! Especially what I have been going through these past 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111947026861349385?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111947026861349385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111947026861349385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111947026861349385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111947026861349385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/soccer-tournament.html' title='Soccer Tournament'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111938230355100110</id><published>2005-06-21T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:31:43.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="FAQ" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;Beth &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="FAQ" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;Congratulations! You must feel a million times better, coming out like that. All your hard work is paying off! I am very, very proud of you.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="FAQ" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;Blog on!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;-M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111938230355100110?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111938230355100110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111938230355100110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111938230355100110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111938230355100110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/coming-out.html' title='Coming Out'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111935775386150998</id><published>2005-06-21T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:42:33.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rehab</title><content type='html'>I have been away for a while in a rehab and treatment center. Lauren and my son are with their father right now. I don't like what he’s telling them but I don't want to hurt them anymore. You can’t understand what it is like to hear your daughter tell you that she would prefer to live with her father to pull away when you are hugging her… to see pictures in her diary of a family with the “mommy” x’ed out. I needed to get back on my feet. I know that I am an alcoholic. I admit that I am powerless over drugs and my life is going out of control. They say that a long trip starts with a single one footstep, but I believe there is more planning involved before that step or trip is taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when my first child tom died. It feels good to write that - to get it out - to tell. This blog is a daily inventory of my life. I know now why Dr. Y made me write it – publicly. I left tom on the swings to get a “quick drink” from the car. I fell asleep. tom was in an old yellow swing. The swing was the kind that had a small chain that attaches from the seat to a metal cross bar that slides up and down to hold you in the rubber seat. They say tom tried to get down and got caught in the foot holes. I left him there for I don’t know how long swinging lifeless while I sobered up enough to call 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral I was taken into custody. I was gone a long time. I got pregnant while I was away with a doctor who was no treating me directly, but treated me kindly.  I had my son taken away from me right after he was born. I didn’t even get to hold him. He was a year old when I was “introduced” to him for the first time. I didn’t cry. That’s sad and funny all at the same time. He was just another kid that I abandoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made damn sure that Lauren would never be without a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a long time ago and I have still been hanging on to it. That is why I push my daughter to be the best she can be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111935775386150998?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111935775386150998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111935775386150998' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111935775386150998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111935775386150998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/rehab.html' title='rehab'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111869708328333953</id><published>2005-06-13T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T17:11:23.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Trial</title><content type='html'>Poor guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111869708328333953?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111869708328333953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111869708328333953' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111869708328333953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111869708328333953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/michael-jackson-trial.html' title='Michael Jackson Trial'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111863457778299129</id><published>2005-06-12T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:49:37.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Shopping - Lingerie</title><content type='html'>Beth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've given me a great idea. We've talked a few times in session about what a fantasy shopping trip would be for you. You've talked about your dream of a having $10,000 to spend on anything you want from Victoria's Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while you're at the Providence Place Mall with Lauren, why not do some "fantasy shopping" with her? Take her to Victoria's Secret, and share your fantasy! Show her what you would do on such a shopping trip - heck, she probably has some of her own opinions that would be great for you to hear about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;-Marion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111863457778299129?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.victoriassecret.com/' title='Fantasy Shopping - Lingerie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111863457778299129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111863457778299129' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111863457778299129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111863457778299129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/fantasy-shopping-lingerie.html' title='Fantasy Shopping - Lingerie'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111858104238344501</id><published>2005-06-12T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T08:57:22.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady of Presentation School</title><content type='html'>Our Lady of Presentation School was closed a few days ago. Good! They had a tough soccer team that we may have had to go up against in "mini nats con". Parents picnicked, I mean protested in a park across from the school. Over 45 people "just waited" like fools in only 10 tents across from Our Lady of Presentation School.  The Boston archdiocese closed the school a few days ago. Sweet! I know that I do it, but I hate watching parents in “groups” protest especially when the protest is done poorly. A little rain would have made them scatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see how small those tents were? Never mind that they were all richy rich, North Face, GAP, Eddie Bauer tents, it was 4 people to a tent – and it was warm last night. Nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those tents were nice. My son says the tents come with this cover for the rain and it make extra storage for your shoes because you would want to leave those dirty things outside. I’ll be taking Lauren to the providence place mall today to see if I can find me a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111858104238344501?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/06/12/AR2005061200473.html' title='Our Lady of Presentation School'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111858104238344501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111858104238344501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111858104238344501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111858104238344501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/our-lady-of-presentation-school.html' title='Our Lady of Presentation School'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111849083104962073</id><published>2005-06-11T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T07:53:51.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars III</title><content type='html'>Star Wars III was not very good, and I know - why marketing. A few of my co-workers downloaded it from the internet a few weeks ago. It had strange lettering for the title and the yellow words that scroll into infinity like a trapezoid or rhombus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear people say it ties everything up at the end – really? wow!?! I didn’t know you had to do that in a series/prequel.&lt;br /&gt;I also guess tie-up means kill off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep and even I like old Japanese movies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111849083104962073?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111849083104962073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111849083104962073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111849083104962073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111849083104962073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/star-wars-iii.html' title='Star Wars III'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111843274403857684</id><published>2005-06-10T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:45:44.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>This is the best site for gifts for yourself not for dear old dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/pagead/iclk?adurl=http://www.uncommongoods.com/&amp;sa=l&amp;amp;ai=Bs2D0EO2pQpe5KKToaJH1zNYJ-_K8CPWdh6wBtKLwBJC_BRAEGAQg18ycAygJSIQ5oAG1pbv_A6oBBDJOUlPIAQHoAQE&amp;num=4"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if you want somthing more fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/pagead/iclk?adurl=http://www.uncommongoods.com/&amp;amp;sa=l&amp;ai=Bs2D0EO2pQpe5KKToaJH1zNYJ-_K8CPWdh6wBtKLwBJC_BRAEGAQg18ycAygJSIQ5oAG1pbv_A6oBBDJOUlPIAQHoAQE&amp;amp;num=4"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111843274403857684?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.com/pagead/iclk?adurl=http://www.uncommongoods.com/&amp;sa=l&amp;ai=Bs2D0EO2pQpe5KKToaJH1zNYJ-_K8CPWdh6wBtKLwBJC_BRAEGAQg18ycAygJSIQ5oAG1pbv_A6oBBDJOUlPIAQHoAQE&amp;num=4' title='Gifts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111843274403857684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111843274403857684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111843274403857684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111843274403857684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111842958492405763</id><published>2005-06-10T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:17:02.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked by the pool</title><content type='html'>Beth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had told me you stopped using Visine some time ago. I know you were addicted at one time, but there were complications when breast feeding Lauren. Sounds like you have "fallen off the wagon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we definitely have some destructive behavior going on here. Your son should not be finding you naked by the pool, passed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's set up an extra session next week. Blog on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111842958492405763?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111842958492405763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111842958492405763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111842958492405763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111842958492405763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/naked-by-pool.html' title='Naked by the pool'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111842713878776693</id><published>2005-06-10T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:14:54.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>Still all red and patchy...my son asked me what I was buying for Fathers Day. My face dropped. In my mind I was screaming!!! Why would I get that lazy ass anything? What did he do? Oh yeah "oops, don't worry it was only a little, is there any chicken left over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said he is your dad not mine. You get him something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111842713878776693?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://moneycentral.msn.com/content/SavingandDebt/P43221.asp' title='Fathers Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111842713878776693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111842713878776693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111842713878776693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111842713878776693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111841910383734644</id><published>2005-06-10T11:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:18:00.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Dipping</title><content type='html'>Last night I went skinny dipping. It was so hot, and I needed something to cool me off. I have central air, a top of the line brand. But I needed a jolt - so I stripped down to my view and jumped in my big pool. Then my eyes started to burn and then my skin. I got out right away. I have large red patched on my underarm and the back if my neck. My eyes looked like last year when I sneezed too hard and broke a blood vessel. I put Visine in my eyes, but I think squirted the bottle too hard and shot a stream of it onto my mouth and gulped it down. I thought if it can go in your eye. No bigge. Anyway Maria shocked the pool that morning. I was so mad I could have fired her right then and there but it was 2:00 am so I couldn't - but I would have!!! Then I got real cold, my eyes got all blurry and I passed out like I drank my favorite Vodka "the goose" My son found me this morning naked on a lounge chair and ask "why was he punished?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids! &lt;a href="http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/caught-and-embarrassed.html"&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/caught-and-embarrassed.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111841910383734644?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pfizer.com/pfizer/do/counter/eye/mn_visine_original.jsp' title='Skinny Dipping'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111841910383734644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111841910383734644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111841910383734644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111841910383734644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/skinny-dipping.html' title='Skinny Dipping'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111834979232226825</id><published>2005-06-09T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:43:12.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My beautiful daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/640/lauren3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/lauren3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another photo of my beautiful daughter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111834979232226825?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/' title='My beautiful daughter'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111834979232226825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111834979232226825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111834979232226825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111834979232226825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-beautiful-daughter_09.html' title='My beautiful daughter'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111834956950904695</id><published>2005-06-09T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:39:29.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a great picture of Lauren - to bad my son had to be in it though. This could have gone in her book. We should have won that pageant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/640/lauren2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/lauren2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111834956950904695?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/' title='Photo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111834956950904695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111834956950904695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111834956950904695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111834956950904695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111834251438271370</id><published>2005-06-09T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:41:54.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel to Australia</title><content type='html'>That's great news, Beth! What a wonderful opportunity -- it's so good of your company to let you visit customers and prospects again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep and post notes about your trip to Australia, as well: preparation, the actual journey, sight seeing, etc. There are great internet cafes in every major city these days, and it is very cheap to get online for an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Lauren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111834251438271370?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111834251438271370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111834251438271370' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111834251438271370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111834251438271370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/travel-to-australia.html' title='Travel to Australia'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111832462230622306</id><published>2005-06-09T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:43:42.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>Guess what I just found out…I’m going to Australia!!! My company is sending me there for a Marketing Tradeshow / Expo! This will be my first time, so any sightseeing suggestions would be greatly appreciated. I am officially off my DIET!!! WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe what they say in the Princes Bride that Australia is populated entirely with criminals – they have come a long way. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beth&lt;br /&gt;http://coasm.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111832462230622306?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/' title='Australia'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111832462230622306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111832462230622306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111832462230622306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111832462230622306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111828276234480476</id><published>2005-06-08T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:06:02.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I did great today!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Whole Milk&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Coffee black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;One doughnut&lt;br /&gt;Glass of Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Caesar Salad&lt;br /&gt;Hand full of M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;Glass of Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensure Protein Shake (1 pack of sugar)&lt;br /&gt;One can Yohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of green vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Glass of Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Small pieces of apple pie&lt;br /&gt;One scoop icecream (low fat)&lt;br /&gt;Small square of cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home made toffee&lt;br /&gt;brownie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111828276234480476?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111828276234480476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111828276234480476' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111828276234480476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111828276234480476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/food-for-today.html' title='Food for Today'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111828239852258973</id><published>2005-06-08T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:59:58.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara Walters</title><content type='html'>Barbara Walters had the nerve to remark negatively about public breast-feeding on her ABC talk show, "The View." To words for you Barb “Suck it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely do not see anything wrong with a mother breast feeding her child. It is pure and innocent. You are giving part of yourself to your child. It is basically a surrogate connection (mother to child) to ease postpartum blues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will watch Britney Spears or Paris Holton half naked on TV, but find it repulsive when a woman who may be slightly unattractive nourish her offspring. Shame I say! Shame on you Barbara Walters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breast fed Lauren until she was 4 years old. (Right on the soccer field when she was in U5 division) I would let her have a drink if she was thirsty. No one saw anything wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://nytimes.com/2005/06/07/nyregion/07nurse.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111828239852258973?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://nytimes.com/2005/06/07/nyregion/07nurse.html' title='Barbara Walters'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111828239852258973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111828239852258973' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111828239852258973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111828239852258973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/barbara-walters.html' title='Barbara Walters'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111815943123273649</id><published>2005-06-07T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:50:31.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Diary</title><content type='html'>Beth,  please post your Daily Food Diary up to your blog. It will allow you (and us) to critically examine what your true caloric intake is.  It doesn't have to be fancy, but there are several examples out there for you to look at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://familydoctor.org/299.xml"&gt;Family Doctor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nutrawatch.com/"&gt;NutraWatch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="www.MyFoodDiary.com"&gt;MyFoodDiary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111815943123273649?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111815943123273649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111815943123273649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111815943123273649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111815943123273649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/food-diary.html' title='Food Diary'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111815315004640541</id><published>2005-06-07T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:05:50.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;That’s it I have had it! I am sick of the comments that I am getting about my appearance so I’m doing something about it. &lt;strong&gt;For the next 10 weeks&lt;/strong&gt; I will go on a diet and exercise program. I will cut my calorie intake and do things! I will so all of you how good I can get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will do it a healthy way and stick with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111815315004640541?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111815315004640541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111815315004640541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111815315004640541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111815315004640541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/weight-loss.html' title='Weight loss'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111809740665926311</id><published>2005-06-06T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:13:01.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught and Embarrassed</title><content type='html'>Well I went to my sons room to let him off punishment, and he was playing this volleyball video game without any pant on. OR UNDERPANTS!!! He was playing with himself while playing a video game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video game has scantily clad buxom women in bathing suites playing volleyball. They were bouncing all over the place. I thought it was an action fighting game like the other ones I got him. I am not sure if I was more embarrassed catching him masturbating or realizing that he was left handed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111809740665926311?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111809740665926311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111809740665926311' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111809740665926311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111809740665926311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/caught-and-embarrassed.html' title='Caught and Embarrassed'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111809682259810030</id><published>2005-06-06T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:27:02.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyra Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Keyra II: Electric Bootyloo Video - [Not Suitable For Work]&lt;br /&gt;She was formerly known as the &lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2666608"&gt;Mystery Booty&lt;/a&gt;, Keyra is back in this "homemade" college tape.  I could have done a better production....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2669018"&gt;http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2669018&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible for a small girl like her to have a bottom so big? My bottom is big, but so it everything else on me! I wonder if she is a ballet dancer? I had a friend in College who always said she had a dancers behind. Well, she could use that thing like a book shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I showed my daughter the video of Keyra she said that soccer players get the same way because they run side to side. Where does she learn these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I punished my son for showing me this – I am sure he has watched much more graphic images…but to show your mother. I feel a little responsible because I asked him about it – He told me that we watched it on Howard Stern a few months back. Then took me to the site. Ok Ok… I will take him off punishment. Not like being sent to his room is punishment - with his Xbox, Game Cube, DVD player, computer, and plasma screen TV it is far from punishment.&lt;br /&gt; To the ladies: the guys at work loved it when I took them to my office to show them. I like to be chummy with the guys, makes me feel young. I know 40 is not old, but it is nice for a man to look at you every now and again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111809682259810030?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2669018' title='Keyra Movie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111809682259810030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111809682259810030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111809682259810030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111809682259810030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/keyra-movie.html' title='Keyra Movie'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111807083209031544</id><published>2005-06-06T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:13:52.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyra II Electric Bootyloo</title><content type='html'>Apparently there is some sick person that connects to my site by way of "Keyra II: Electric Bootyloo". Please if you are looking for Keyra, or Electric Bootyloo – &lt;strong&gt;You can find them someplace else.&lt;/strong&gt; I believe it is because they used &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“soccer balls”&lt;/span&gt; on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111807083209031544?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111807083209031544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111807083209031544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111807083209031544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111807083209031544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/keyra-ii-electric-bootyloo.html' title='Keyra II Electric Bootyloo'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111800258055018556</id><published>2005-06-05T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:16:20.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OPEN LETTER TO "ANONYMOUS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not dumb!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two advanced degrees from an ivy league school in RI (Brown University) – so &lt;strong&gt;“dumb”&lt;/strong&gt; is not a correct word to describe me. Devious, underhanded, and sneaky would all be better terms for what I have done in the past. I am trying very hard to correct my behavior. You just do not understand. It’s not because I think you are unintelligent. &lt;strong&gt;You just can't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be furious to find out someone was cheating my Lauren especially. In the old days I would have put &lt;strong&gt;bugs or feces&lt;/strong&gt; in the cakes to destroy that couple’s precious reputation they have. They were misrepresenting themselves - I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am instructed to write in this blog. So if the content angers you - &lt;strong&gt;do not read it!&lt;/strong&gt; I am sorry for many things I have done. This “recovery” I am told is a long slow process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be absentminded at times, but I am never ever &lt;strong&gt;dumb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to my son for the bolding of words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111800258055018556?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111800258055018556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111800258055018556' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111800258055018556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111800258055018556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/dumb.html' title='Dumb'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111791618320764807</id><published>2005-06-04T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T16:16:23.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasp Trap</title><content type='html'>I have a very nice backyard. I like to enjoy my nice backyard. It’s sometimes hard when you have a bunch of flying wasps, hornets and yellow jackets around messing up your brunch or dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son made these things that kill the little bugger with juice. He is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a Poland Springs one gallon jug from a neighbors recycling bin (we only drink Fiji bottled water) and just cut a small hole in the bottom. Maria filled it up with some juice that she brought from home. The jug has a handle so he just tied it to a tree about 23 feet away (he says) from our brand new deck. The deck is made with this plastic/wood stuff, it’s just fabulous. I am not sure where he learns this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111791618320764807?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111791618320764807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111791618320764807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111791618320764807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111791618320764807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/wasp-trap.html' title='Wasp Trap'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111790593059983937</id><published>2005-06-04T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T13:25:30.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>Why do people insist on doing stupid things to get attention? 2 rock climbers got married on top of Mt. Everest? Why? Where was the family of these two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111790593059983937?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111790593059983937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111790593059983937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111790593059983937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111790593059983937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111790510035108811</id><published>2005-06-04T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T13:19:31.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUV</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My SUV Haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/1024/momscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/momscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My safe S U V&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fast goes she as the wind blows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gas, gas and more gas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is a 1999 Suburban &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111790510035108811?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111790510035108811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111790510035108811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111790510035108811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111790510035108811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/suv.html' title='SUV'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111784960635188865</id><published>2005-06-03T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:46:46.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>I’ve been working on this haiku for a the last few hours now. I’m pretty proud of it, if I don’t say so myself. I’ve got the beginnings of a couple more rattling around my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunlight off the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her great fake leads to a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her shirt needs washing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111784960635188865?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111784960635188865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111784960635188865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111784960635188865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111784960635188865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111782116168232743</id><published>2005-06-03T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:52:41.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>Please try to express yourself through poetry here on this blog. I'm sure others would be as fascinated as me! Perhaps haiku or simple couplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couplet is a poem made of two lines of rhyming poetry that usually have the same meter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Haiku-poems consist of respectively 5, 7 and 5 syllables in three units. In japanese, this convention is a must, but in english, which has variation in the length of syllables, this can sometimes be difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111782116168232743?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.poetry.com/' title='Poetry'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111782116168232743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111782116168232743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111782116168232743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111782116168232743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Marion F. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076415786616803813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111780363463054299</id><published>2005-06-03T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:05:00.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coral World</title><content type='html'>If you go to the the Virgin Islands St. Thomas this is a must see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coral World Ocean Park / Coki Beach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="254" src="http://www.coralworldvi.com/images/cokibeach.jpg" width="204" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjacent to Coral World and connected by a short boardwalk, Coki Beach is one of the most popular beaches on St. Thomas. Its crystal clear water, white sand and extensive reef make it ideal for snokeling, diving, or just sunbathing. Your admission to Coral World includes unlimited re-entry to the park, making it easy to visit the beach during your visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Coral World Ocean Park, we bring you up close and personal to the beauty and magic of Caribbean marine life. Here you will experience what may be a once in a lifetime opportunity to touch a shark, hand feed a stingray or watch newborn seahorses learn to swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(the text is from the web site)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111780363463054299?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.coralworldvi.com/' title='Coral World'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111780363463054299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111780363463054299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111780363463054299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111780363463054299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/coral-world.html' title='Coral World'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111780313399884444</id><published>2005-06-03T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:08:06.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonnie's Tips on Traveling to the Virgin Islands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I copied this from an e-mail bonnie sent me before we left:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ship your clothes and food via UPS or FEXEX two weeks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not bring on any carryon bags or check luggage at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always ask for the “aisle seat” for more leg room or “middle seat” for 2 arm rests. If you are in the aisle seat put up the arm rest of the middle seat for more room. The person in the middle seat will not complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never ask for a “window seat” it is hard to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always ask for the “Exit Row” even if you can’t so any of the tasks required – if the plane goes down – you will most likely die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If traveling with others - have seats assigned away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Save “empty seats” by leaving items – so that you can move to a full row to lay down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you do not have clothes when you arrive, most good hotels will allow you to pick out items from the gift shop for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do bring your own tiny/small dog biscuits to feed fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take Safaris not Taxis – taxis are a rip off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do take advantage of complementary hotel lobby items like afternoon soft drinks and morning coffees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Run the shower with cold water if your bathrooms do not have blowers (for bad smells)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bring dark swim pants (like pajama bottoms), long knee socks, and light long sleeve shirt to snorkel (it prevents burning) at the end of the trip wearing these clothes will make you look like you’re a survivor that has been trapped in a deserted island. The looks are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not hang clothes outside – they will never dry because of the humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do learn local selling strategies / scams before you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do network with locals to see if you can get a cut of their scams by sending people their way. If the locals say no then under cut them by learning palm weaving, create an “American $2 Taxi”, rent umbrellas, or rent lounge chairs - its fun and you get to meet people this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wear old beat up clothes. Never wear loud Hawaiian shirts or fancy dresses, who are you trying to impress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wear clothing that can have multiple purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wring out wet clothes in hotel towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hide one or two hotel towel per day so that at the end of the week you will have extra towels to wring out clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ship, bring, or save plastic bags for wet clothes and sandy items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duty free does not mean cheap or a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kmart sells alcohol – Cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grocery stores sell alcohol even cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kmart also sells every cheesy souvenir you can imagine too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember restaurants deliver (sometimes for free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not take the “all inclusive packages” you spend more money than it is worth and you’re locked into one hotel for meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pace yourself. Do not try to do it all the first day. The activities that the hotels might provide are really not that great – unless they work on a point system where you win stuff at the end of the trip the more stuff you do (Sandals Resorts / Beaches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do go off of the property&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give a local kid/teenager coming out of school $20-$30 to take you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t take the soap and shampoo from the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111780313399884444?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111780313399884444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111780313399884444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111780313399884444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111780313399884444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/traveling-tips.html' title='Traveling Tips'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111776781481205840</id><published>2005-06-02T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:03:34.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did they have planes back then?</title><content type='html'>I didn’t catch her name so we’ll just call her “Marge”. She looked like a Marge, all salty and old, like a worn leather boot left out all winter.  We were a high numbered “Zone”; I think Zone 9 to be seated on the plane. Some airlines like US Airways have moved to Zone seating system because apparently people were complaining that their seat row didn’t get called. Basically people are stupid. They can’t figure out row 5 is between rows 1 – 15. Anyway Zone 9 is near the front of the plane, right behind an exit row which means the overhead compartments are filled with emergency gear. Bonnie politely asked the flight attendant “Marge” if there was any overhead space available. Bonnie wanted to determine if she should check the bag (it was my bag, I packed way too much) that she was bringing on the plane or take her chances walking up and down the aisle searching for space for my extra bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie ships all of her items 2 weeks before she arrives. I guess it’s good to have a corporate UPS and FEXEX accounts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marge without even looking at Bonnie said “you are going to have to check yourself, I don’t know, it looks like it maybe full”. Bonnie just gave me a little strained smile as she passed me by and had the bag checked at the door. I noticed Marge was more interested conversing with the 3 older men sitting in front of her station than helping my friend out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie has rules about traveling especially sitting next to people that she is traveling with even if it is an old friend. I was only 1 row behind her so we still could chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After take off, Bonnie pressed the call button on her seat to get Marge’s attention. Another of Bonnie’s rules is to always get a “new” pillow in a sealed bag not just one in a bin or on the seat next to you, this is because it could have been used by countless others who drool and pass gas on it. Marge stated that the pillows were perfectly sanitary and to use what Bonnie had. Bonnie looked over at me and sank back into her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 hour into the flight, 1 of the 3 men started up a conversation with Marge asking her where she goes for a vacation. Marge with a half grin told the men that she never has enough time for a vacation and how she losses the days if she doesn’t take them. She continued to tell them how she hasn’t had a raise in 5 years and that she has been in the industry for 32 years and on and on…. Bonnie who obviously overheard Marge’s comments started to laugh. Marge asked her if there was a problem. Bonnie said “wow, how did you catch on to that so quick?” Marge asked “excuse me?” Bonnie looked her straight in the face and said “I just find it strange that in 32 years you didn’t catch on to the fact you were in a dead end job…yet in 3 seconds you caught on that I was laughing at you? …because the fact is you are just an old, sour, past prime waitress in a really shity loud restaurant.  Now run and get me a can of cran-whatever, unopened please and find me a new pillow”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonnie doesn’t take any shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monster.com/"&gt;http://www.monster.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111776781481205840?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.monster.com/' title='Did they have planes back then?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111776781481205840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111776781481205840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111776781481205840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111776781481205840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/did-they-have-planes-back-then.html' title='Did they have planes back then?'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111776768187740566</id><published>2005-06-02T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:01:21.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie</title><content type='html'>Bonnie is a long time friend who was my next door neighbor while I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;When we were 18 she moved away to Rochester, New York to study packaging science at Rochester Institute of Technology. We kept in touch through the years. She is now a lead designer for a major snack food company in Connecticut. One of the perks of her job is that she gets to travel with an advance team that goes to scout different places for demonstrations / tradeshows / events that her company sponsors. She is the best tour guide you can ever have and knows how to have fun with little money even though she has a few bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111776768187740566?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111776768187740566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111776768187740566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111776768187740566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111776768187740566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/bonnie.html' title='Bonnie'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111771561936610133</id><published>2005-06-02T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:33:39.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Islands</title><content type='html'>My girl friend Bonnie and I just got back last night from the Wyndham Sugar Bay Resort &amp; Spa. We both needed a girls weekend away from the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Young MADE me keep a journal while I was there so I can keep up to date with this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111771561936610133?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.wyndham.com/' title='Virgin Islands'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111771561936610133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111771561936610133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111771561936610133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111771561936610133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/06/virgin-islands.html' title='Virgin Islands'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111714208970575433</id><published>2005-05-26T17:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:16:48.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lauren</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/640/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, from my &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; digital camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the few sunny days this spring. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't have done this without my son (he did it all, actually).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111714208970575433?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/74/5994/640/6.jpg' title='My Lauren'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111714208970575433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111714208970575433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111714208970575433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111714208970575433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-lauren.html' title='My Lauren'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111713699944746146</id><published>2005-05-26T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:49:59.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Equal" Partner</title><content type='html'>Do you think it's possible to be a stay-at-home mom and truly be an "equal" partner to your working husband? &lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.com/"&gt;http://www.ivillage.com/&lt;/a&gt; had to do a report on this - I guess this is because they want to keep people believing that we are inferior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111713699944746146?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ivillage.com/' title='&quot;Equal&quot; Partner'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111713699944746146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111713699944746146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111713699944746146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111713699944746146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/05/equal-partner.html' title='&quot;Equal&quot; Partner'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111711482637750778</id><published>2005-05-26T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T09:40:26.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes wide shut</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Ed and Melanie’s turn for snacks - They always try to schmooze the referees at the half with their “oh sooo great melt in your mouth” brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know the truth; they buy them at freaking Stop &amp; Shop. I saw them buy them first hand. But they tell everyone it is their own recipe that they created and baked them that morning. Mel with her cute pixie hair - makes me sick. Is it possible to be too in shape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know this is wrong, but this “fakeness” was going on for too long and the "Tigers" have girls that are way older than 11 - I know this for a fact. If they just submitted to bone tests like I asked for last year...but that, I know doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;So I bought the same brownies, the same frosting, but I added something special - Benadryl. Not too much I am not a whacko. I slid them on the table and I made sure our coach did not let them eat any sweets in the middle of the game – but for some reason he knew what I was up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Lauren ate four, but that was her own fault, she know what she needs to do - poor thing has to wear a boy's 14 year old jersey I had to buy her (in that awful color) – I still am mad at Suzi. I still think requesting, well demanding my daughter be goalie may be awful for her self esteem - I am not sure if I am doing the right thing. Ralph told me it is good strategy cover up more of the goal area, but she’s so slow. I will take her out to the mall this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit the brownies were good, I snuck one - but I paid the price not being able to keep my eyes open for the BBC show “The Office”. There is a US version my son said but I wasn’t quite listening because I was think of a title for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111711482637750778?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111711482637750778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111711482637750778' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111711482637750778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111711482637750778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/05/eyes-wide-shut.html' title='Eyes wide shut'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111694461044697238</id><published>2005-05-21T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:25:05.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica</title><content type='html'>I was running a little late getting Lauren to today's game – I do have a life. Being a full time mother, with a full time job, and going to school full time at night is extremely hard. She should understand what I go through everyday to provide her with the lifestyle we have. 15 minutes will not kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today of all days there was a freakin car wash going on behind the high school. The traffic jam went all the way out onto West Main Road. I read about this in a magazine or watched on discovery, I’m not sure which, but what I do know is traffic is like a slinky (the toy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this giganto SUV (way to big for a family person, never mind just one person) cut in front of me, missing my Suburban by inches. I was telling this to my friend as it happened. I am surprised that near miss didn’t make me drop my cel. By the way AT&amp;amp;T has the best deal going. You can talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the F was Father Mathers thinking? Jesus, does he think the extra 10 seconds he saved by almost killing me was going to win the game for his new team? He needs to pray more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got behind the high school to the parking lot, all of a sudden I couldn’t see anything. My car started shaking and people were punching on my widows. I told Jeannette I had to go and I slowly opened up my door to see what was happening. The softball team captain Jessica walked over and asked for $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right, $15 and she wasn’t kidding. Just to wave some soapy towels around, pretending to wash my car? Who were they kidding? I told them I only had a credit and no cash. They told me they couldn’t rinse my car off then. Touché Jessica, Touché…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I magically found $15 dollars in my purse we got to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if my son knows when the boy’s football team is doing a car wash? I hope it hot that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111694461044697238?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111694461044697238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111694461044697238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111694461044697238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111694461044697238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/05/jessica.html' title='Jessica'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111684499039013808</id><published>2005-05-20T06:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T06:43:10.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Problem</title><content type='html'>As you know my daughter Lauren has a slight weight problem. This was the reason we got out of the RI Little Miss pageant circuit part of Americas Perfict Miss. So we focused directly on soccer to get her in tip top shape if she wanted to pursue my dream of an acting career. She is a natural. I am setting her up with a small commercial / public service announcement. If that goes well I will be her full time manager, booking her jobs and perhaps getting some jobs of my own.  We can use each other as a gateway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111684499039013808?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111684499039013808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111684499039013808' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111684499039013808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111684499039013808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/05/weight-problem.html' title='Weight Problem'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111677513983981603</id><published>2005-05-15T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T11:22:37.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my game ball for 1979 - it's not the real ball. The real ball is defalted and yellow but I just wanted to prove that I too am a hard core fan and a player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/1024/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111677513983981603?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111677513983981603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111677513983981603' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111677513983981603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111677513983981603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/05/game-ball.html' title='Game Ball'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111785219651152065</id><published>2005-05-05T05:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:29:56.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollister</title><content type='html'>I liked it better when it was called panama jack. Cheap, semi-slutty, fad for people who don't even go to the beach - but watch the O.C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage tees = old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111785219651152065?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hollisterco.com/hol/homepage.html' title='Hollister'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111785219651152065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111785219651152065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111785219651152065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111785219651152065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/05/hollister.html' title='Hollister'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111677446533657948</id><published>2005-05-01T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T11:07:45.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniforms</title><content type='html'>The team uniforms arrived today. I EXPLICITLY put down "Youth Large" on the application. That equipment Nazi Suzi knows how big Lauren is, and could have gotten her a Youth Large. Even an adult small would have been better than that Youth Medium. Her arms look like bleached sausages coming out of those tiny sleeves. Poor girl, it’s a gland thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who picked those uniform colors??? We got this dark maroon, which looks like dried blood. What happened to red and white tops with the star gradation? We talked about this at the last team meeting. The worst thing is, I bought Lauren the X32Pro Adidas soccer cleats the ones with the cute red stripes, well they clash embarrassingly with the uniform socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to waste a Sunday to take her back to get a new pair of cleats. The real pity is my Ann Taylor kick-arounds I got because they matched Lauren's red stripes. Suzi should immediately be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that Maria has the same shoe size as me. If I haven't told you, Maria's our housekeeper. Now that we got over the early earring incident, I've freely started giving her all my old shoes, rather than just throwing them out. I only take out half the price from Maria’s pay, that’s right I said half, so everyone wins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111677446533657948?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111677446533657948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111677446533657948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111677446533657948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111677446533657948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/05/uniforms.html' title='Uniforms'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111671448744028189</id><published>2005-04-29T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:28:59.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“edit-me”</title><content type='html'>My sons says the “edit-me” on my new blog is lame. I thought it looked really cool. He said he will help me change it – he knows computer. I tried using the help page to do it myself, I’m not that stupid, but then I saw this “ ??hreef ? ???&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;+++???///”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know this new math – So I will wait for my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111671448744028189?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111671448744028189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111671448744028189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111671448744028189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111671448744028189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/04/edit-me.html' title='“edit-me”'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111670922065138733</id><published>2005-04-17T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T17:49:42.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know</title><content type='html'>I thought the title part of the page I fill out was the title of the whole thing. Sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kids are in bed or watching tv so I thought I would write and get my quota for this week. Saturday was the first day of Soccer pre practice. I am all for this pre practice. At first Ralph was as I thought a jackass. But he changed my mind late in the day when he started showing the girls these foot drills, where they had to kick short pieces of wood (the kind that you get at home depot) stuck in the ground. The object was to kick the wood without kicking the ball that was placed near the wood. They all had to do this without looking down. He wanted them to look at other players on the field.  He told the other parents that the drill was to help them practice faking while toughing up their feet at the same time. But I knew better. I was trying to teach this to Lauren last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see “Heart” is a big part of all sports, except figure skating, curling, and hockey --- pretty much all sports on ice. That is just silly. Ice? Heart is what makes the team win even if they are losing at the half. They dig deep and pull through. Anyhow the heart of the team can be easily broken – it sound cliché, but it’s true. The health of the team’s heart (like the Pawtucket Pandas) sometimes can rest on one girl.  In the Pandas case it’s Amy. She is sort of the team captain but there are no team captains in this Division 2 RI  Jr. Soccer League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if my Lauren were to be able to kick this girl Amy in the knee making her unable to play that would give us an extremely huge advantage. The reason why I like Ralph is because he is stepping it up by making them do it without looking at the person. Think about it, you’re a young girl on the field and your friend the star player gets ruthlessly kicked in the leg and the girl kicking her is looking directly and meanly at you --- like you’re next… Have to go Lauren wants juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111670922065138733?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111670922065138733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111670922065138733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111670922065138733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111670922065138733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-didnt-know.html' title='I didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111670661841530054</id><published>2005-04-15T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:40:07.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Soccer Mom</title><content type='html'>I don't know all the wiz bang things this bloger thing does and I don't care. I am just doing this as a part of my therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you nerds out there want to help me out, feel free to mind your own business. I'm doing this not to have that super cool world wide web intanet  - I'm doing this for my kids. If you don't have kids then you won't understand.   This is just a journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from Lauren's coach today. I don't know Ralph Paolino, I'm not sure how you spell the guy's name, but I'm a real bad speller...anyway he sounds like a real jackass. Did he have to call me at work??? He was all enthusiastic and everything, like he took happy pills. He was all about the "team building" and "character molding" all I know is that my daughter better f---ing get on first string.  (My therapist told me I can use harsh lanuguage to express how I feel I never ever use cures words in front of my daughter or son.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Ralph is better than last years coach, Father Mathers. He was such a wuss. No sliding tackles? Come on, I am glad they told him to pick up his skirt and get off the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I can't believe another season is starting so soon. Like my Saturdays aren't busy enough with tae bo and video editing class (we now can have movies). Another few months of trudging to the high school, why can't 13 year olds drive themselves? They can be drafted to fight in wars but not drive - this is what's wrong with this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do it, I sacrifice my own time for my children, because I know that they know that I know they love the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111670661841530054?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111670661841530054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111670661841530054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111670661841530054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111670661841530054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/04/confessions-of-soccer-mom.html' title='Confessions of a Soccer Mom'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12950022.post-111785166216512639</id><published>2005-04-10T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:21:02.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dunkin donuts</title><content type='html'>I'm loving the fact you can pay with visa!!! and you can now buy a cup right in Stop &amp; Shop&lt;br /&gt;1 Large Extra Extra Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12950022-111785166216512639?l=coasm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://www.dunkindonuts.com/' title='dunkin donuts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/feeds/111785166216512639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12950022&amp;postID=111785166216512639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111785166216512639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12950022/posts/default/111785166216512639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coasm.blogspot.com/2005/04/dunkin-donuts.html' title='dunkin donuts'/><author><name>Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17462756980727984016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/219/1131/400/Mom%20on%20porch%20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
