tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199901182024-03-08T03:08:25.511-07:00Random Geek Girl ThoughtsSelf-Proclaimed 'Geek Chick' with Multimedia/Web Talents. Social media enthusiast, with social-sponge skills in regards to all things GEEKY. I love photography, food, taking pictures of food. if anything is techie, geeky, high profile, or current and viral... I will be blogging about it. Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-48751667398839397412018-05-06T21:03:00.000-06:002018-05-06T21:03:02.170-06:00Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-86749572271850346462011-12-06T12:31:00.001-07:002011-12-06T16:29:43.217-07:00Do You Think This Cop Was Wrong?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Aggression, Abuse, Power-Trip, and Un-Necessary Actions. A cop spraying innocent protesters.</b></div>
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I will be the first to admit that I get a chuckle from all of the photoshopped images of this cop spraying mace in random pictures. <br />
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But when it comes to the actual story, I am really upset that a lot of people saw that initial picture and instantly created a judgement against the officer, or cops in general. I'm not saying all cops are good cops, sure... there are cops who abuse their power and break the law. However, it seems that when ONE cop does something wrong, suddenly ALL cops are bad.<br />
But this isn't even an instance where this is a bad cop or a cop abusing his power. People think this cop just walked up and maced some demonstrators just for the heck of it. Watch the video below to make your own judgement, and even then... still keep an open mind, because this is not 'un-cut' footage. How would you handle a crowd like that? What if that many people were on your lawn chanting, and ignoring you? What if the minute you cleared them off of your property, they kept coming back in full force... huge crowds, not listening to any of your warnings? What would you do? Walk back into your house and pretend no one was there? Use critical thinking people! Think for yourself. Get the facts, THEN form an opinion. But to judge an action and/or a GROUP by one photo alone, or one snip-it of video and calling something EXTREME or ABUSIVE without all of the facts... well, that is just ignorance at its finest. Here is a video of events that led up to the macing of those demonstrators. <br />
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What if you saw a picture of a mother with an angry look on her face, slapping her child or beating his butt, and the small child's face is stained in tears... with the caption <b>"Abusive mother, hurts small child for no reason"</b>. <br />
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Instantly, everyone is riled up and picking sides and protesting. But what people maybe didn't see, is the transgression from the child. Maybe you missed the snide comments or back-talk from the child to his mother, maybe you missed seeing the child cut all of the hair off his baby sister's head or play with a hot stove. You can never get the full story from one picture, one source... one ANYTHING. <br />
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The funny thing is, it doesn't stop there. After the picture of the macing was posted, people who I know, and respect, posted the macing picture side-by-side with a picture of a cop from Canada having a water fight with civillians. The caption said something along the lines of "Cops from America - Cops from Canada", and then a side note was added, "I wish I lived in Canada". <br />
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Now, I won't name-names, because I'm going to give my friends the benefit of the doubt. I'm going to assume they got caught up in the hype, and made a snap-judgement. Because if we are going to compair pictures of <b>Canadian Cops</b> to <b>American Cops</b>... well then, let us compare. <br />
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I could yammer on more and more about what police offers do, even what I have seen them do first-hand to help their communities and the families that live in them. But I think Glenn Beck and Paul Harvey summed it up the best... and I'm not even a fan of Glenn Beck and Paul Harvey.</div>
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I'm impressed with the new features Blogger has added. Wordpress has been fun, but I tend to bend toward the Google side. So I plan to get back to posting here and talking about all things geek and then some. I am somewhat random when it comes to blogging content. I am slowly building my personal website, which will have more streamlined content... whereas my blog will be a mix of business and ridiculousness. Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-49196562025732191442010-11-17T10:16:00.001-07:002010-11-17T10:17:59.186-07:00GLEE: "Singing in the Rain" & "Umbrella" Mash-UpDancing atop a stage covered in water never looked so fun... check it out!<div><br /></div><br><center><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI5MDAxNDA4NzI*NiZwdD*xMjkwMDE*MDkwNjMxJnA9MTA2MzY2MiZkPSZuPWZhY2Vib29rJmc9MiZvPTVhYWFlZDE5NWRl/MzQ1OWM5ZDk4NGM5MTIxZDY*MmE1Jm9mPTA=.gif" /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" data="http://vids.perezhilton.com/plugins/player.swf?v=85d11a5553bc5&p=vega4-without-ads-transparent-flp&autoplay=false" height="308" id="embedded_player"><param name="movie" value="http://vids.perezhilton.com/plugins/player.swf?v=85d11a5553bc5&p=vega4-without-ads-transparent-flp&autoplay=false"/><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/><param name="base" value="http://vids.perezhilton.com"/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/></object></center>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-84991667062524530892010-10-25T22:25:00.000-06:002010-10-25T22:25:48.287-06:00What I Indulge In<center><object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/4NtyX2chQ4A/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NtyX2chQ4A?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NtyX2chQ4A?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></center>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-23376012902024009682010-10-19T10:37:00.001-06:002018-05-06T21:02:34.603-06:00I Made A Monster!!!! MwahahahahahaMe and my boyfriend Bryan<br />
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Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-89501760682808228092010-08-23T16:43:00.002-06:002010-08-23T17:11:48.780-06:00iPhone Fun<center><iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?set_id=72157624792899840" width="400" height="400" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe></center><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/geekgirl/sets/72157624792899840/">Pictures I have taken with my iPhone</a><br /><br /><br /></center>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-41678100580660439012010-07-02T19:10:00.009-06:002010-07-02T19:42:45.041-06:00Why it made me cry...I was asked recently to put together a patriotic playlist for the parade this weekend. A lot of songs were requested. But out of all of the songs I found, only ONE reduced me to tears. It is amazing how places, songs and smells can stir up old memories so close to our hearts, so much so, that we have a physical reaction. Only those who TRULY know me, will know why this is the song that is beautiful and heartbreaking all at the same time.<br /><br />Happy 4th of July. May we remember freedom, may we remember who fought, may we remember the past, and .... may my whole family remember the cops who showed up on our doorstep every 4th of July to find a grown man with a mischievous grin on his face... asking the officers to kindly forgive him for his pyromaniac show in our backyard. The pinwheels, the illegals, the fuse racing, the roman candle battles... and the explosions. Live on in our hearts... may we always remember his laughter on his favorite holiday. Here is the song:<br /><br /><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzgxMTkzODAxMjYmcHQ9MTI3ODExOTM4NzAzNyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWFlZWU3N2JiZGQyMDQwY2Y5MTg2/OGU5MmUxNGIxM2Qx.gif" /><center><p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"><param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="scale" value="noscale"><param name="salign" value="TL"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="myid=59268428&path=2010/07/02&mycolor=26AFC7&mycolor2=FFFFFF&mycolor3=151C45&autoplay=false&rand=0&f=4&vol=100&pat=0&grad=false"></object><br /></p></center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/TC6TNGWKdSI/AAAAAAAAE08/AS3mctpAms4/s1600/Tony%2Bfor%2Bwebsite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/TC6TNGWKdSI/AAAAAAAAE08/AS3mctpAms4/s400/Tony%2Bfor%2Bwebsite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489486849062368546" /></a>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-52441563413450825182010-07-01T20:01:00.016-06:002011-09-21T15:26:23.128-06:00BAZINGA BUTTON!!!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tjy0nxJRF0/TnpWeZ6adjI/AAAAAAAAFh8/SqjP2N5pBkw/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tjy0nxJRF0/TnpWeZ6adjI/AAAAAAAAFh8/SqjP2N5pBkw/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654927362469033522" /></a><br /><center><object width="100" height="100"><param name="movie" value="http://myinstants.com/media/bt/genericInstant_event.swf"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashVars" value="color=ffff00&sound=http://myinstants.com/media/sounds/bazinga.swf.mp3"><embed src="http://myinstants.com/media/bt/genericInstant_event.swf" flashvars="color=ffff00&sound=http://myinstants.com/media/sounds/bazinga.swf.mp3" wmode="transparent" width="100" height="100"></embed></object><br /></center><center><br /></center><center><br /></center>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-19235277919208071582010-07-01T15:58:00.008-06:002010-07-01T19:45:22.805-06:00Your Drug Problem... EXPOSED<center>This Is Your Television<br /><object width="400" height="319"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10857606&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=ffffff&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10857606&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=ffffff&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="319"></embed></object></center><br />Annoying right? Were you even able to finish the whole video? Sadly, your television assaults you with the same kind of annoyances, and you sit idly by... flipping through channel after channel of NOISE. Because that's all it ever really is. NOISE! I will be forever grateful for my mother and father pulling the plug on us kids back in the day. They dared us to go off of TV for a whole year when we were kids. In that year, we imagined, played outside, read books and truly <b>lived</b>. It was such a successful experiment, that my mother and father challenged us children to give up TV completely until after we graduated from high school and they would, in turn, award all 7 of us children $1000 dollars each. We did, and our grades went up, our social lives grew, we joined sports, none of us were obese and we actually lived life to the fullest. I did it with my children as well, and there has NEVER been one negative side effect to taking a TV out of a home. <div><br /></div><div>To quote one of my all time favorite movies, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0051383/">Auntie Mame</a>:<br /><br /></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">"Life is a banquet.... and most poor suckers are STARVING to death!"</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></b></i></div>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-76061764382868931532010-06-07T10:18:00.002-06:002010-06-07T10:20:27.931-06:00Bret Michaels Pre-Sale! In Idaho!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/TA0cDtbZaII/AAAAAAAAEzo/-ljt-U8G3O4/s1600/bret_michaels_poster_sm+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/TA0cDtbZaII/AAAAAAAAEzo/-ljt-U8G3O4/s400/bret_michaels_poster_sm+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480067171639453826" /></a><br /><a href="http://z103.fm/pages/7407562.php">Bret Michaels Pre-Sale! - He's Coming To East Idaho! And The Tickets Are A Steal!</a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-80326759191884000262010-05-29T11:15:00.002-06:002010-05-29T11:17:45.794-06:00I dreamed a dream too...I had to share.... this was powerful. Sometimes your dreams don't come true.<br /><br /><center><div><object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"><param name="flashVars" value="id=19902586&vid=7511574&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/14734/107670625.jpeg&embed=1"><embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=19902586&vid=7511574&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/14734/107670625.jpeg&embed=1"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/7511574/19902586">dream 2</a> @ <a href="http://video.yahoo.com/">Yahoo! 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YOU make make me stronger! Thank You for inspiring me!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Father Son Duo</span><br /><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUQeUsqQuVc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUQeUsqQuVc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>"Dad,'' he typed, when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''</span></div></span><br />And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.<br /><br />"No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year." <a href="http://www.teamhoyt.com/about/index.html">Read More HERE</a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Another Father Son Duo</b></span></div><center><br /><object width="400" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qTiYA1WiY8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qTiYA1WiY8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object><br /></center><br />Patrick Hughes is a young man at Univ. of Louisville who was born blind and crippled and yet now plays the piano beautifully as well as "marches" in the Louisville marching band.<br /><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Don't Laugh At Him, Sing With Him<br /><br /></b></span></div><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhcZRFcjbhw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhcZRFcjbhw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br />It was Disability Awareness day and the folks at Fenway did a lot of great things for kids with challenges..here is one who sang and when he got nervous the <b>Fenway Faithful helped him out</b></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">No Arms To Hug, But A Heart To Love<br /><br /></span></b></div><center><object width="400" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vem_bHsxL40&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vem_bHsxL40&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object></center><br />A mother's love, knows no boundaries. An amazing story of a wife and mother who didn't let anything stop her from having the life she so desperately wanted.<div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><b>Jason's Shot<br /><br /></b></span></div><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1fw1CcxCUgg&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1fw1CcxCUgg&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br />Autistic basketball player Jason McElwain has the game of his life. This one always makes me cry. <div><br /></div><div>Move forward... and smile. The only time life is hard... is when you give up trying.<br /><div><br /></div></div>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-91934851394339172202010-05-13T22:47:00.006-06:002010-05-13T23:11:12.030-06:00I Caught A Troll<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-zWCs0HdJI/AAAAAAAAEws/MqPJZyu42Zc/s1600/GaGoDH_ClosetDoorHandle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-zWCs0HdJI/AAAAAAAAEws/MqPJZyu42Zc/s400/GaGoDH_ClosetDoorHandle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470982989226144914" /></a>Sometimes the truth is funnier than fiction. Who needs urban legends when you have experienced this first hand? Rebecca, a sales girl who I work with in radio came into my office and told me the funniest thing I have EVER heard. She was out to lunch with her girlfriend recently at one of my favorite restaurants in town. While they were talking, her friend's phone started to go off repeatedly with calls and text messages from one of her "clients". <div><br /></div><div>(Rebecca's friend works with adults who are mentally ill or are mentally unstable... hence, her "clients")</div><div><br /></div><div>When Rebecca questioned her... she said, "Oh, it's one of my clients... he keeps texting me saying he 'caught a Troll'". They laughed and continued to visit. More Texts came in saying the same thing, "I caught a Troll... you have to see it! I caught a Troll!"... soon her phone was ringing off the hook.</div><div>"Hello?"</div><div>"Quick.. come over... I CAUGHT A TROLL!"</div><div><br /></div><div>So, her friend decided to leave and check in on her client because he was REALLY getting out of hand with this whole, "I caught a Troll" lunacy. So her friend left and headed over to this guy's house. She had to make sure he is ok because her client was really worked up and excited over catching this 'fictitious Troll'. When she showed up, she was met at the door by her wide eyed client who repeatedly told her the same thing he had been saying all along, "I caught a Troll, I caught a Troll". </div><div>She asked, "Ok... well... where is this Troll?"</div><div>"It's in the closet!"</div><div>He pointed to the coat closet.. and she walked over to it and unlocked it... that's when she saw him. He wasn't lying... he had caught something alright.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>wait for it</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>It was a midget 2010 Census Taker. He had showed up at this mentally unstable guy's house to take a census and the guy thought he was a Troll, grabbed the midget and locked him in his closet... proud to have caught a Troll for the day. </div><div>True Story</div><div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-zWBxbUafI/AAAAAAAAEwk/bieJBhRsJLo/s1600/census.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-zWBxbUafI/AAAAAAAAEwk/bieJBhRsJLo/s400/census.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470982973284444658" /></a>The poor guy was in there for 2 hours. He called 911, but didn't know where he was or what address to give the police. </div><div><br /></div><div>PRICELESS!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-82571078299546475582010-05-08T23:07:00.022-06:002010-05-09T01:13:58.110-06:00True LoveSingle motherhood... it's a hard life. You don't fit in with the single crowd, and you don't fit in with the married crowd. If your ex-husband chooses not to be a part of their children's lives (my scenario) then the title takes on a whole new meaning. Now you have to be the mother AND the father. It is stressful, and it is painful and you never feel like you have truly fulfilled the measure of either title. I feel like I constantly let my kids down. Either because of work, or because I am too tired or because I try to socialize with other adults on occasion. Not to mention how crazy it gets trying to date someone whilst being a single mother. The life is hard, I wont lie to you. If you can make your marriage work... stick with it.... work it out... because single motherhood is not a flashy new life for you. I never wanted to be one, but it happened. That being said, I have accepted my role as both a father and a mother. My mom has taken it upon herself to help me as well. She has taken up the mothering, nurturing role, whilst I have taken the father role. She watches the kids after they get out of school, helps them with their homework and even feeds them dinner most nights. I go to work, come home tired, ask how the kids are, sign school papers that she has laid out on the counter for me. Then I take my children home, make them dinner occasionally, and have them brush their teeth and head to bed... because school is currently in session, and being up past 8pm is not an option. (We struggle to get up and get to school on time if we have stayed up too late). So as you can see, my life is ALL work.. and a two to three hour window with me being an actual "mom" to my children. Hence why my guilt builds and builds... and I feel like I am constantly disappointing my children. I feel like I have never been good enough or strong enough to be a mother to them. I feel like a failure most nights after I tuck them in for the night and look back on how much time I had to spend with them... quality time. It is never enough.<br />But....<br />All my fears and insecurities were put to rest after tonight. My children surprised me with the coolest mother's Day EVER!!!<br />My youngest son Jude presented me with a homemade paper flower vase that he colored orange (my favorite color) and blue (his favorite color) and then filled it with paper flowers that he made and colored. And on each stem of the flowers is a service that he is willing to do to help me around the house. It was soooo sweet. Calvin, my second to oldest, made be a beautiful book cover with his picture on it, and inside housed the most precious two page letter EVER. It was a letter from him, telling me why he loved me and why I was the best mom in the world. I started to cry reading it out-loud... heck, I'm crying now typing about this. Then Riley... my oldest... pulls out a DVD and asks me to play it. She has taken it upon herself to learn how to edit pictures and movies in Windows Movie Maker on the computer, and made me a FULL DVD of old home videos and pictures of our lives together... me and my kids. From start to end. The music that plays in the background is "You Raise Me Up" from the Celtic Woman's CD... a very beautiful version... and a song from the Broadway play Wicked, that I love called "I Knew You"... with lyrics like this:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';">So much of me<br />Is made of what I learned from you<br />You'll be with me<br />Like a handprint on my heart<br />And now whatever way our stories end<br />I know you have re-written mine<br />By being my friend...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';">Because I knew you...<br />I have been changed for good...<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></div><div><div>This is when the crocodile tears of happiness began to flow. Watching my life unfold on the TV... my early years. My daughter who is 13 years old now... a baby, in my arms on the screen. Followed by the boys... telling the story of our lives. The moments that were captured. The first steps, the birthdays, the tears and the laughter... all on this beautifully made DVD by my daughter who has grown to be such a warm hearted, sweet soul. I truly don't know where I would be without her. Or my boys for that matter. It was such a display of love, that I was so overwhelmed that I was choking on my tears trying to keep it together. </div><div><i>"They did this for me?"</i></div><div>What have I done for them? </div><div>I am so undeserving of these children. They have loved me unconditionally, and infinitely... regardless of my faults, my lack of time, or my inability to fill both father and mother roll. They have loved me through the good times and the bad, the happy and the sad... the hard and the easy... for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health.... well, you get the idea. To them, I am Super Mom. Which blows my mind... because in my eyes I am a big fat FAILURE! But my three children tonight... showed me differently. They lifted me up, brushed me off... and let me know that I was loved. It was the most amazing experience EVER. I have never felt so loved or so complete. </div><div><br /></div><div> <b>True Love</b>.... <b>it is raising a child</b>. </div><div><br /></div><div> I love you kids! Thank you for such a special evening. You make me PROUD of my title.... "MOM". </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-ZEdkHQr9I/AAAAAAAAEwc/_ChUy5msiJM/s1600/6730_135399084084_757584084_3328854_2734869_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-ZEdkHQr9I/AAAAAAAAEwc/_ChUy5msiJM/s400/6730_135399084084_757584084_3328854_2734869_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469134072189071314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-ZEdEr_kNI/AAAAAAAAEwU/12iZHkPrUTg/s1600/Photo0510.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-ZEdEr_kNI/AAAAAAAAEwU/12iZHkPrUTg/s400/Photo0510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469134063753203922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-ZEciAjmOI/AAAAAAAAEwM/_1w22Xl6UGM/s1600/photo+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-ZEciAjmOI/AAAAAAAAEwM/_1w22Xl6UGM/s400/photo+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469134054444210402" /></a><br /></div></div>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-57437533583132694282010-05-07T10:19:00.001-06:002010-05-07T10:20:52.309-06:00SAD!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-Q91GkTTbI/AAAAAAAAEwE/4TctjovlLzk/s1600/brokenworld.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-Q91GkTTbI/AAAAAAAAEwE/4TctjovlLzk/s400/brokenworld.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468563830039858610" /></a><br /><b>30,000 New Cheaters</b>: AshleyMadison, the online dating site for married people, says the day after Mother's Day is their second biggest day of the year for new female clients. 3,000 women sign up for their services on an average Monday, but last year, 24,000 signed up the day after Mother's Day. This year, Ashley Madison is expecting 30,000 new female enrollments. Company reps say the <b>top reason married women decide to cheat are inattentive spouses, who make them feel unloved, unappreciated and take them for granted.</b>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-6605000441185262582010-05-06T19:02:00.002-06:002010-05-06T19:18:35.876-06:00And so it goes... These are the days of my lifeLoss... Such an empty word. Does it sound empty to you because of the hissing S's on the end... Or because you too have experienced the full meaning of this word? I choose the latter. I have lost a lot of things in my life. I lost a beautiful necklace that I inherited from my grandmother when someone stole it at a church event in NY (even though my mother had warned me not to take it). I lost my father to cancer at age 18 and have never thought I could feel such pain again... Until I lost my husband and my children lost their father. Over the years that followed, I lost mundane things... my keys, my purse, even my sanity. But my most recent loss haunts me. It is a forbiden fruit that torments me with it's sweetness... Only to sour in my stomach moments later. Am I allergic to it? Has it not ripened? Why would it taste so good when it brings so much pain to eat it? These things I ponder in a small town in Idaho tonight... and so it goes.... and so it goesPatricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-20821669110191894732010-05-04T11:16:00.006-06:002010-05-04T11:32:07.136-06:00HAPPY STAR WARS DAY!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BYle0PUZI/AAAAAAAAEvk/RUtfDujIr28/s1600/mayfourth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BYle0PUZI/AAAAAAAAEvk/RUtfDujIr28/s400/mayfourth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467467348578357650" /></a>Taken from <a href="http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/May_4">Wookieepedia</a>:<br /><i>"Typical festivities consist of inviting fellow Star Wars-obsessed friends to stay over, and then watching the series in succession. Lots of snacks, bring lightsabers and Star Wars-themed toys. Lightsaber fights in the early morning hours optional."</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>In honor of National Star Wars Day... here are a few of my favorite Star Wars Bits of humor. (Vader of the Opera being my FAVORITE!)</div><div><br /></div><center><object width="400" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n97ztLmxH8A&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n97ztLmxH8A&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BX63lcezI/AAAAAAAAEvU/5kQ2W3tN1kA/s1600/110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BX63lcezI/AAAAAAAAEvU/5kQ2W3tN1kA/s400/110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467466616492817202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BYF-ABqSI/AAAAAAAAEvc/Jwt61jRiNQw/s1600/luke-skywalker.jpg"></a></center><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BYF-ABqSI/AAAAAAAAEvc/Jwt61jRiNQw/s1600/luke-skywalker.jpg"><img style="text-align: -webkit-center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BYF-ABqSI/AAAAAAAAEvc/Jwt61jRiNQw/s400/luke-skywalker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467466807193479458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BZv37kNlI/AAAAAAAAEv8/_9mUBI3THIE/s1600/Funny_Pictures_Star-Wars_New_Bulb_Vader.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BZv37kNlI/AAAAAAAAEv8/_9mUBI3THIE/s400/Funny_Pictures_Star-Wars_New_Bulb_Vader.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467468626630293074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BZvbveecI/AAAAAAAAEv0/1cOEGdJaNdg/s1600/depressed-stormtrooper-20080528-084411.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BZvbveecI/AAAAAAAAEv0/1cOEGdJaNdg/s400/depressed-stormtrooper-20080528-084411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467468619063392706" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BZvKljYpI/AAAAAAAAEvs/bMPr1sISqJA/s1600/chewie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S-BZvKljYpI/AAAAAAAAEvs/bMPr1sISqJA/s400/chewie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467468614458368658" /></a><br /></center>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-46362374205565265702010-05-04T00:16:00.008-06:002010-05-04T11:32:52.841-06:00Confessions Suck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9-7-unLrhI/AAAAAAAAEus/t_0GfHa5Lxo/s1600/blacksquare-9+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9-7-unLrhI/AAAAAAAAEus/t_0GfHa5Lxo/s400/blacksquare-9+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467295158989729298" /></a>My sad reality. I'm scared of the dark. Why? Maybe because I snuck out of bed and sat on the stairs as a little girl and watched in horror as a tree ate a little boy (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084516/">Poltergeist</a>) before my mom found me and sent me back to bed. Maybe it was because I remember seeing silhouettes outside of my window late at night and was too paralyzed by fear to move and tell mom & dad. Maybe it was because of the urban legends and spooky stories my friends and I would tell each other trying to see who would wet their pants 1st or get scared enough to have to go home from the slumber party. Who knows when and why it started, but I do know that it has stuck with me through my 34 years of life. Sad to admit. In fact, after staying up late tonight and watching a scary movie with a friend... we spoke a little about insomnia and I admitted that I still fear the dark... and even have rituals to help me sleep at night. I truly think my most recent rituals stem from my divorce 7 years ago... as does my insomnia.<div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ritual #1:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9_DeyaIffI/AAAAAAAAEu0/cYPAe8JgmpI/s1600/4342905142_1a069c1a0c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9_DeyaIffI/AAAAAAAAEu0/cYPAe8JgmpI/s400/4342905142_1a069c1a0c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467303406345944562" /></a><div>I have to put something in front of the door at night (back door and front door). It is not anything big, and it is not meant to blockade the door. Sometimes it is a carpet, a pair of shoes or if the garbage is by the back door... the garbage. Again, it is never anything that would stop an intruder, but it makes me feel safer knowing that there is something there. (This started after my husband left me. He had moved us all into a house out in the woods, away from everything and everyone. And the night he left... I realized our front door didn't lock. So I pulled my big ceramic statue in front of the door to keep in closed/locked at night. It made me feel safe. Well, I have since moved, and I have very sturdy set front and back doors that lock just fine... but I still feel the need to put something in front of them at night). <i>Last week a pizza box saved my life.<br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ritual #2:</span></b></div><div><b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9_DyvXwUdI/AAAAAAAAEu8/xlBmBsAQaeU/s1600/scary+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9_DyvXwUdI/AAAAAAAAEu8/xlBmBsAQaeU/s400/scary+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467303749128049106" /></a> </b>I tuck my feet under my covers at night, right before I go to sleep. Why? So nothing will grab them. (Has anything ever grabbed them before? No. But for some strange reason, I think some psychotic man/creature will crawl across my bedroom floor whilst I am sleeping, and he will stretch his long bony fingers out and tug on my toes.. maybe even pull me under the bed. But if my feet are tucked, I am magically safe.)</div><div><br /></div><b><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ritual #3:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9_E4-Ps6QI/AAAAAAAAEvM/eMGtR6V8Jq8/s1600/bean-body-pillow-adult-actual.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9_E4-Ps6QI/AAAAAAAAEvM/eMGtR6V8Jq8/s400/bean-body-pillow-adult-actual.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467304955711645954" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The snuggle factor. I can't sleep without snuggling something/someone. Since I dont have the latter, I use body pillows. I have two pillows the length of my body that I place on either side of me. I sleep on the right side at first, in my famous "Flamingo Pose" (one leg is straight down, the other is lifted up like a flamingo and I lay it across my body pillow) in the middle of the night I toss and turn.. but no worries, for I have a body pillow on either side of me, so no matter where I turn, I can flop my leg over a pillow and then hug it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">So there you have it. I decided to share some of my weird quirks with you tonight. I hoped that maybe by sharing them with the world, I would see the hilarity in my actions and maybe stop... but instead, I have to sign off now... I need to put a dryer sheet in front of my back door to keep me safe tonight.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Goodnight</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></b></div><b></b></div>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-77636018552727508132010-04-30T15:11:00.001-06:002010-04-30T15:11:46.511-06:00My Kids<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/geekgirl/4566635660/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4566635660_7dba0b9eb2.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/geekgirl/4566635660/">My Kids</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/geekgirl/"><GEEK_GIRL></a>.</span></div><p>On a walk back from the hospital, the kids and I goofed off with the camera</p>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-15695941296552535272010-04-29T13:48:00.002-06:002010-04-29T13:51:59.454-06:00Chris Farley Reincarnation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9niv210ybI/AAAAAAAAEuI/e8gnMij623s/s1600/Chris-Farley-Has-Reincarnated.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9niv210ybI/AAAAAAAAEuI/e8gnMij623s/s400/Chris-Farley-Has-Reincarnated.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465648934593808818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I can't stop looking at this and laughing!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-71613124663514319172010-04-26T12:18:00.003-06:002010-04-26T12:26:21.209-06:00Addicted to the musicI can't stop thinking about this song after watching these two Glee cast members preform it. I love it!!!<br /><br /><br /><center><embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=19155711&vid=7330811&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/14264/105789702.jpeg&embed=1"></embed> </center>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-8884676634191953112010-04-25T16:10:00.002-06:002010-04-25T16:28:34.902-06:00Please Help Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9TCCDePnKI/AAAAAAAAEuA/lXdx7bHX98w/s1600/jenny.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1LShGdxhxQ/S9TCCDePnKI/AAAAAAAAEuA/lXdx7bHX98w/s400/jenny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464205588454939810" /></a><br />I am trying to exhaust all of my resources to help my sister's dream come true. I have taken to Facebook, Buzz and now my blog...<br />My sister wrote a book while homeschooling 5 children, and working towards her Master's Degree. She amazes me with her talent. I know I will automatically seem biased because she is my sister... but I am actually passionate about her talent. I was one of the lucky ones to be given a copy of the WHOLE book she has written, and it is a page turner!!! All she needs is the opportunity to showcase it.<br /><br />She entered the first chapter of her novel in an online-contest. The winner with the most votes <span style="font-weight:bold;">gets a free proofread by a famous author</span><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Think back to a time when someone did something amazing for you... a small gesture that changed your life for the better. THIS is an opportunity to help a complete stranger have her dreams come true... and all you had to do was click "VOTE". A simple gesture... but one that would be greatly appreciated. </span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div>Just click "Vote" in the top right corner of her story.</div><div><a href="http://www.radiantprose.com/entry/view/258">http://www.radiantprose.com/entry/view/258</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THANK YOU</div><div><br /></div>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990118.post-45895064855425898792010-04-23T12:17:00.000-06:002010-04-23T12:17:27.558-06:00New Eclipse Trailer<object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/Y11FBV7DU94/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y11FBV7DU94&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y11FBV7DU94&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Patricia L Eatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18186023932284478244noreply@blogger.com0