<?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-29322046</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:30:22.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RED RANGER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-5577551853367405793</id><published>2006-10-09T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:49:25.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I GRADUATED !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I was ordained as a deacon at our church. Anyway, I was given a framed certificate and a plaque. Well, my older son walks through the room and sees it on the table and says, "Dad, congratulations...I am so glad you graduated!" Now that really cracked me up. We asked them if they knew what a deacon was. They answered, "you are one of Pastor Deans helpers." That will work for me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Michelle asked me to ask Parker (4 year old) what country in Africa he is "studying" about...I asked, and he answered "Zambia." Ok, first I would like to say how funny it is just to hear the word Zimbabwe from a four year old! Very funny. Next he proceeds to draw a map of what he called America....He next said Zambia is "JUST NEXT TO Georgia." Hmmmmmmmmmm? I told him they are a little further away...There is an ocean between the two to which he replied, "NO there isn't." There was NO changing of his mind. This little, red headed man was determined that Zimbabwe and Georgia are "right next door." Is that totally wrong? Hey, for now we will just have to think that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok this takes the cake...................Aubrey just yells out from his room (he's in bed) "GET 'ER DONE!" He is learning so much from school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-5577551853367405793?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/5577551853367405793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=5577551853367405793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/5577551853367405793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/5577551853367405793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-graduated.html' title='I GRADUATED !'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-6875613155477641327</id><published>2006-10-07T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T17:42:40.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mapquest Has To Be Wrong !</title><content type='html'>I had an appointment yesterday with someone who wanted to get a insurance policy. Simple enough, right? Well, it started off a "little" interesting.....Here is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the man is from Cambodia, and he was a little hard to understand. I got his address while talking to him on the phone, and I was going to meet him at his place of employment. He owned some kind of business.....Again, I really had a hard time understanding him so I didn't know what type of place I was going to be walking into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed in the address into map quest, printed it off, and off I went! It was on Tara Blvd....I am looking at the numbers on the buildings...I am getting closer....I see the number I am looking for on a building....I pull into the parking lot...This CAN NOT be the place! Well, how should I say this? I was in front of one of those "shady" spas. You know the one you see on the news from time to time....Where not so legal activities go on and they make busts and arrest people?? What do I do? I want to write this guy, but I don't actually want to be seen walking into this place...(right on the main road where everyone drives up and down....of course with my luck I would be seen) I thought a minute, and decided to call Mr. Cambodian. (his real name is Mr. Hung Ho....that is a story in itself, right? ) Well, he answers. I say, "I am here." Are you working at "the spa?" He says no. Behind, behind, behind. ????? He said, "be right there." Right away this man appears and escorts me to the back of the building where the was another business! He owned a body shop. That was close! Anyway, I had a good appointment. I was a little freaked out for a minute at first! I told Michelle about it, and her only response was, "just don't get a massage if anyone offers you one!" Thanks honey! Yeah, it would have been funny if after arriving at the auto/body shop some dude offered my a massage! HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see THE OFFICE on Thursday? I DIDN'T ! Something happened to the satellite while this show was on! I was SO mad! If anyone taped it please let me know..I did buy the season one DVD. I will have to go and buy season 2 also! I was mad all night! I will get over it though!&lt;br /&gt;LATER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-6875613155477641327?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/6875613155477641327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=6875613155477641327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/6875613155477641327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/6875613155477641327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-mapquest-has-to-be-wrong.html' title='My Mapquest Has To Be Wrong !'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-8141161867458351362</id><published>2006-09-25T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:55:55.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO DOME OR NOT TO DOME...</title><content type='html'>Well, as I type this the New Orleans Saints are hosting the Atlanta Falcons in the Superdome. This is the first game played there since Katrina.  Close to 185 million was spent on the dome.  I know there is the whole argument "this will bring tourism to town" and that it gives locals jobs....&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know about this.  I am sure there is truth to that, but what about the people that don't have running water or their lights aren't turned on yet? HMMM&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the mayor of Louisiana. Don't even get me started on that freak.  Well,  at least he didn't try and take credit for rebuilding the dome.  Maybe he can rebuild the city....&lt;br /&gt;Well, this has been my political commentary on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;LATER&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Can't we all just get along?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-8141161867458351362?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/8141161867458351362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=8141161867458351362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/8141161867458351362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/8141161867458351362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-dome-or-not-to-dome.html' title='TO DOME OR NOT TO DOME...'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-6176068823938397023</id><published>2006-09-20T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:05:45.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MORE DAY, PEOPLE !</title><content type='html'>Ok people....One more day till 2 great shows start back ........This is some "good tv."&lt;br /&gt;There should be some good laugh'n.....&lt;br /&gt;LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.coxnewsweb.com/B/02/86/66/image_2366862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.coxnewsweb.com/B/02/86/66/image_2366862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://emergingpilgrim.blogspirit.com/images/medium_office_xmas_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://emergingpilgrim.blogspirit.com/images/medium_office_xmas_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/tvcomedies/1/0/e/-/-/-/my_name_is_earl_cast_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/tvcomedies/1/0/e/-/-/-/my_name_is_earl_cast_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-6176068823938397023?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/6176068823938397023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=6176068823938397023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/6176068823938397023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/6176068823938397023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-more-day-people.html' title='ONE MORE DAY, PEOPLE !'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-3739836803278240335</id><published>2006-09-18T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:10:14.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO MORE DAYS  !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.nbc.com/office/images/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blogs.nbc.com/office/images/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bagofnothing.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2006/04/theoffice.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.bagofnothing.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2006/04/theoffice.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very excited about the new season of THE OFFICE. This is the best show on TV. If you did not watch last season you need to buy the 1st and 2nd season on DVD.... ( I don't have it, but will gladly take that from anyone who wants to buy that for me for Christmas!! HA )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-3739836803278240335?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/3739836803278240335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=3739836803278240335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/3739836803278240335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/3739836803278240335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-more-days.html' title='TWO MORE DAYS  !'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115845422691856683</id><published>2006-09-16T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:50:29.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSTON,  WE HAVE TILE</title><content type='html'>A friend from church came over today, and we tiled the bathroom ourselves. One bathroom done...One to go. At this rate maybe next spring we will be done?? HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice and lazy day today. Waking up I noticed Parker had slid into our bed early this AM. Well, about 7:30 I was getting up, because Matt was coming over to help me tile. Parker was awake too, and he said he was sick. Shortly after that he started the wonderful act of throwing up.............IN OUR BED. "How special!" It was quite nice how "the droppings" of throw up led to our bathroom. You gotta love parenthood!&lt;br /&gt;Well, did I mention we washed ALL the bedding on our bed????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never left the house today. It was great. Parker had a slight fever most of the day, so we kept a low profile. We "just hung around" the house. Several episodes of Curious George and Tom and Jerry always makes a sick child better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some home made vegetable soup and corn bread, and it was yummy. Michelle made a yummy dessert that we had at my sisters in KY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids our really into knock knock jokes. (Aubrey's teacher does knock knock jokes in her class just for fun) Anyway, we were kind'a like a "high tech" Clever household tonight...We were all sitting on the sofa as I surfed the net looking for knock knock jokes. After finding them I would say them to the boys (and Chelle)....they laughed from their toes. Fun was had by all. It was a fun time for the fam. (speaking of fam..it has been a while since I've watched What about Bob)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't "DO" a lot...but had a great time today with Michelle and the kids. I guess these type of days are needed.&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115845422691856683?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115845422691856683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115845422691856683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115845422691856683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115845422691856683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/09/houston-we-have-tile.html' title='HOUSTON,  WE HAVE TILE'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115783140455644306</id><published>2006-09-09T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:50:04.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammatically Correct</title><content type='html'>A mind is a terrible thing to waste........or should I say a waste is a terrible thing to mind...HA&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I often find myself correcting my children when it comes to incorrect words in a sentence. I just want them to be prepared to be productive citizens for the world! Whatever, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess my urging of them using correct English has paid off. Please allow me to explain. The other day at school, Parker's (the 4 year old) teacher was going over some "rules" she has for class when she asked them "what is Ms. Eileen's # 6 rule?" She told them &lt;strong&gt;"Ms. Eileen don't put up with no junk."&lt;/strong&gt; At this time Parker raised his hand and said, &lt;strong&gt;"Ms. Eileen it is ANY JUNK." &lt;/strong&gt;She was so humored that she told us the story. She said, "he was right." We were just all very surprised that even said that.&lt;br /&gt;With a four and a soon to be six year old....why should we ever be surprised with anything that comes out of their mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we stopped by Tim and Connie's house. Tim has a interesting hobby. He recovers old books and Bibles. He is recovering my Bible for me. It has seen better days, and who wants to break in a new Bible, right? Connie had some chocolate cake just out of the oven for the boys. They were happy with the milk and cake. Who wouldn't be?? The &lt;strong&gt;creme  de la creme&lt;/strong&gt;  was they have a new addition to their house and they have an elevator in their home...The boys thought this was the best! They were able to go up and down WITHOUT ANY adults on the elevator. They KNEW they were hot stuff... You gotta love free entertainment, right? Anyway, thanks for the fun time at your house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are "siesta ING" right now...Doesn't sound half bad. I might have to do the same. ..&lt;br /&gt;Later people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115783140455644306?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115783140455644306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115783140455644306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115783140455644306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115783140455644306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/09/grammatically-correct.html' title='Grammatically Correct'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115774818510749023</id><published>2006-09-08T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:43:06.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares who Jessica Simpson is dating...or should I call it Don't hurt the midgets</title><content type='html'>Just chill'n here watching a little TIA (that is what Aubrey used to call the T.V.)&lt;br /&gt;I turn the channel and have now heard SEVERAL times within a few minutes numerous stories about Jessica Simpson her EX and who she is dating etc.   Do American viewers have a life?  I guess I don't, because I was actually watching some of it...Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of sad I am sitting hear on the computer not paying attention to what's on TV AND I look up and see Jerry Springer on TV. Now that is sad people.  Just in case you are wandering todays topic..."Don't hurt the midget."  Apparently the man (the short person) is arguing with his  ex (regular size person -they had a child together..)  Now he is with a new skank ( I mean girl) and he is trying to propose to her, but EX is upset and keeps attacking them while he tries to propose to #2 girl.  This is very entertaining.  Sad, but funny.  This makes my  life very Beaver and Wally "ish." &lt;br /&gt;Well, the house is QUIET.........Chelle took the boys up to her parents for the evening.  We are meeing some friends for dinner at Carabba's (my favorite!!!!)  We will have to pick up the little darlings after dinner, but I KNOW they will be WAY tired! (I am counting on that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS FLASH..............Mr. Midget is not arguing with his EX. It is his sister. She is mad, because new girl is taking advantage of short man 'cause he "gots" tons of money.   I normally don't watch this show, so don't think I am too bad of a person. HA HA (like you know you've all taken a peek at this intellectual TV viewing....HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a funny thing.  While working at Delta I had Jerry Springer on a flight to Rome several times.  (he told me he had a home there) Anyway,   we used to board  the peeps in business class first..then the main cabin.  Jerry was sitting right next to the counter in the gate, and I was talking to the other agents as well as him...We decided we wanted to change the boarding announcement for that  day only to be heard as "ladies and gentlemen at this time we would like to begin boarding for Delta flight 70 nonstop service to Rome.  Before boarding business class...we would like to board JERRY JERRY JERRY!"  He laughed, and thought that was funny. He replied, but I don't have any bouncers here to stop the fools from fighting...HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope this blog has been inspiring and uplifting.  HA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115774818510749023?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115774818510749023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115774818510749023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115774818510749023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115774818510749023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-cares-who-jessica-simpson-is.html' title='Who cares who Jessica Simpson is dating...or should I call it Don&apos;t hurt the midgets'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115766718768070820</id><published>2006-09-07T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:13:07.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day...here and gone!!</title><content type='html'>Hello people.  Long time no blog!  All is going well. We drove up to Louisville, KY for the holiday weekend.  My sister and her family live there.  It wasn't too bad a drive.  On the way back we stopped at a McDonalds in Chattanooga to see an old friend!  JLUx2 (one of our blog buddies) I hadn't seen her in about 11 years! Michelle did fly up to see her in PA about 5 years ago.  She did this when I worked at Delta, and we did the whole stand by flying thing......&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got me a new toy.  I bought me a new laptop which I will be able to use a lot for work.  I just got hooked up with the wireless internet for the house.  This is a good thing as Martha Stewart would say!  I am just chill'n on the sofa with the boys as they watch Tom and Jerry.  You can't get any better than that people!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know most people probably already have this capability, but we are happy to finally get with the times.&lt;br /&gt;Tracey in Montgomery................Happy belated 40th B-day!!!  I so meant to wish you a happy B-day on the actual day. Sorry for the delay. &lt;br /&gt;Later People.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115766718768070820?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115766718768070820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115766718768070820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115766718768070820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115766718768070820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/09/labor-dayhere-and-gone_07.html' title='Labor Day...here and gone!!'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115766717954801941</id><published>2006-09-07T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:13:01.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day...here and gone!!</title><content type='html'>Hello people.  Long time no blog!  All is going well. We drove up to Louisville, KY for the holiday weekend.  My sister and her family live there.  It wasn't too bad a drive.  On the way back we stopped at a McDonalds in Chattanooga to see an old friend!  JLUx2 (one of our blog buddies) I hadn't seen her in about 11 years! Michelle did fly up to see her in PA about 5 years ago.  She did this when I worked at Delta, and we did the whole stand by flying thing......&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got me a new toy.  I bought me a new laptop which I will be able to use a lot for work.  I just got hooked up with the wireless internet for the house.  This is a good thing as Martha Stewart would say!  I am just chill'n on the sofa with the boys as they watch Tom and Jerry.  You can't get any better than that people!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know most people probably already have this capability, but we are happy to finally get with the times.&lt;br /&gt;Tracey in Montgomery................Happy belated 40th B-day!!!  I so meant to wish you a happy B-day on the actual day. Sorry for the delay. &lt;br /&gt;Later People.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115766717954801941?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115766717954801941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115766717954801941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115766717954801941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115766717954801941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/09/labor-dayhere-and-gone.html' title='Labor Day...here and gone!!'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115663848075352466</id><published>2006-08-26T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T17:28:00.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criss Cross Applesauce</title><content type='html'>As my boys have learned in their different classes (church and school) sometimes you need to just sit (Indian style) with your arms and legs crossed and be quiet....hence the "criss cross applesauce"&lt;br /&gt;Where the applesauce comes from I do not know. I guess it just gives it a nice ring? Anyway, I've been just criss crossing and meditating on what to blog this week ..I haven't had any winner of ideas. I hope my blog powers weren't taken away from me when I left "THE OFFICE." Surely not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did start my new job this week, and I really like it a lot. I have been keeping busy with that. Also, if you will read the blog of "SHOW ME STATE OF MIND"...You will see how she thought that Red Ranger was busy this week polishing his Red Ranger Boots. (or as she put it busy polishing his Red Ranger / Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader Boots! Thanks for that missy!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did find it humorous.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Parkers 4th B-day today at a new local park. Pizza, Cake and non alcoholic libations were enjoyed by all! About 15 kids were there to help celebrate the festivities!&lt;br /&gt;I came home and made about 7lbs of potato salad. I made the 7 layer salad for a get together I "THOUGHT" was last week....it wasn't. It is tomorrow, and I AM sure of it this time! That really was a pain.&lt;br /&gt;Well, peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115663848075352466?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115663848075352466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115663848075352466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115663848075352466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115663848075352466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/criss-cross-applesauce.html' title='Criss Cross Applesauce'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115602958528415644</id><published>2006-08-19T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T16:19:45.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manana Time</title><content type='html'>Manana Time...the meaning you ask? Well, back when I was working at Delta we had passengers, friends and co-workers (from Mexico, south and central America etc) who would often be on, lets just say, "their own time schedule." The time schedule was....there wasn't one. With that being said let me explain my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke at 730AM to be ready for the young, Mexican guy laying the tile in our bathrooms who was suppose to come at 8:00AM. Well, at least I thought he was coming at 8:00AM. Let's fast forward to 11:00AM.  He is still not here. HELLO! Or should I say HOLA!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he finally showed up at 1120AM. I was not too happy. Also, his price was figured on the 100 sq ft they had measured last week, and this was for the total of both bathrooms. This seemed not right to me, and I had done a little measuring of my own. With some "prompting" I asked them to remeasure. Now we were at 60 sq feet. I mentioned about the price that had originally been figured on 100 sq feet. Their unique response was, "we added a few feet so you could have a few extra tiles in case some broke." HMMMMM Well, that is good, but I don't think you will need as many tiles for 40 sq feet. I HOPE you don't plan on breaking THAT many. Also, labor costs should be figured on the 60 sq feet not the 100sq ft, right? Plus 5 to 10 extra tiles tops would only be needed, right? Give me a break! They also thought my tile was too thin. Later, they said, "No problem with the tile senior." HMM, I am not feeling too confident here.. Well, there were many more events that didn't leave us too warm and fuzzy. We chose to say Thanks but NO THANKS. Being 31/2 hours late, being off on measurements by 40 sq feet, and all the other guacamole.....Just could not handle it. I said thanks, but not going to need their services. Oh, by the way the GREAT .50 cent tile is not too thin. I found that out later in the day. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sunday school class is having a big get together tomorrow. We are bringing a salad. So, while Michelle and the boys were out I made the 7 layer salad. You know the one with cheese, mayo, eggs, red onion, peas? Well, some friends of our added some dried cranberries in the salad. It sounds weird, but it tastes really good. Anyway, it took forever cutting and prepping and getting all the junk together.... I finished making the salad when we found out the Sunday school get together is NOT tomorrow. It is NEXT week. When will the day get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing I would like to ask everyone one question. Do you think the freak they picked up in Bangkok is the actual killer of JonBenet? I don't think he is. I do know he is a total freak of nature. When I saw him on TV he had his pants pulled up so far he looked like Pee Wee Hermon or Steve Urkel.  Well, anyway I didn' t know if there were others that thought the same as me.&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow will have to be better than today.&lt;br /&gt;LATER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115602958528415644?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115602958528415644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115602958528415644&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115602958528415644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115602958528415644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/manana-time.html' title='Manana Time'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115558759465767447</id><published>2006-08-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:04:17.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HASTA LA VISTA, BABY!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is true. I am no longer employed at "THE OFFICE" / The Asian version........&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was my last day there.  I am truly blessed and happy. Queen had continued to be very snobbish and hadn't said anything about my new job. NADA! On the final day my boss took us all to lunch as a "goodbye gesture" to me. We all went to a restaurant that is close to THE OFFICE, Anne and Bills. This is a restaurant in Forest Park that serves your basic southern/home cook'n.  During dinner someone asked about my job, and she surprisingly joined the conversation by asking "where will your new office be located?" This was quite humorous to me, because for the 2 weeks I worked out my notice she had not said one word to me much less say ANYTHING about me leaving THE OFFICE as well as my new job. Very strange... Well, maybe they can replace my position with a therapist. They ALL could really use one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to lunch.....this restaurant serves those large green onions that have the huge white bulb part on the end. My coworker from THE OFFICE was very intrigued by this unique, southern tradition. People actually pick them up and eat them as is? Yes, I answered. I asked our server to bring some for all THE ASIANS at the table. They wanted to try THE ONION. They all kept referring to it as "THE ONION." Well, THE ONIONS were brought, and they all were holding it up and nibbling on it as if they were eating a piece of fried chicken/drumstick from KFC. Their faces were fun to watch. What I really enjoyed was seeing the family sitting at the table next to us. I could only imagine what they were thinking......They were probably thinking "look at all those foreigners with that one American, and he is feeding them all green onions, and letting them have a taste of southern culture." Anyway, that family was fun to watch as they were laughing at our table. Fortunately, none of my coworkers from THE OFFICE saw them at the other table.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after lunch I was able to finish up the short day and leave at 2pm! This was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday through Friday I will be "getting stuff done" around the house. NO, this is not a honey do list! This is a self made/self do list! I feel very happy so far at all I've gotten done. I don't know why I am not always this into getting stuff done. I've cut grass, cleaned the garage, clean the siding on the house, gone shopping for some new work clothes and purchased new tiles for our bathrooms. We will be putting the tile down in the bathrooms this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;This is the best part. I had looked at several places, and was going to be able to buy the 12" tile for $1.20 ish each....We were looking at different places trying to decide which we wanted...This was not going too well. Well, just for the heck of it we went to Lowes (knowing they wouldn't have any better choice OR PRICES) WE WERE WRONG. We saw tile for the same price as we had seen before, but we didn't like any of them...... We finally found one we both liked, but this stupid tile was double the price! (about $2.25 per tile) We had both of the little darlings with us, and were tired and yada yada yada...You know the rest, right? The next words out of our mouths were "let's just get this even though it costs more. We like it right???" We both were at peace with this some what stupid and non-frugal decision.&lt;br /&gt;The Griffin clan made its way up to the cashier (with the boys riding on the cart with the tiles which added for some great, free entertainment) It was almost like a feature film shown in slow motion. The cashier picked up the scanning gun. She looked at us and smiled. She scanned the bar code on the boxes of the tiles. The total price appeared on the register. It couldn't be. This had to be a mistake. She said, "no it isn't, they are on sale. Each tile cost 55 CENTS !!! We were very excited, and I know the cashier thought we were freaks.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is.............well, there isn't one! It is just fun that these simple, simple and simple things can be free entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be able to BLOG about THE OFFICE, but selling insurance won't be too boring either.  A friend of mine was talking to some clients in their home about insurance, and this couple started kissing and one thing lead to another. Yes, my friend was still there  sitting right in front of them.  Needless to say, they were somewhat frisky in front of him, and gave him a show.  So, I am sure I will be able to share fun blogs regarding the fun world of insurance.  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115558759465767447?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115558759465767447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115558759465767447&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115558759465767447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115558759465767447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/hasta-la-vista-baby.html' title='HASTA LA VISTA, BABY!!'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115558659293172331</id><published>2006-08-14T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:16:32.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive-Thru  Fun......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/drive%20thru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/drive%20thru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drive through the drive thru in reverse and let your passenger order.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask prices of everything on the menu then order something that you did not ask the price for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretend like your window is broken. Tell the employee this. Order with your door open, pay with your door open. Roll down window and take food through the window.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to McDonalds and demand a big breakfast at 11:30 at night. Put up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pay for a large order in pennies and nickels unwrapped.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order in another language. Be careful what neighborhood you are in. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When asked if they can take your order, tell them you are just window shopping and drive on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh sadistically when asked if you would like ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask how they fit into that little box.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they make you wait, make them wait when they come back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demand to speak to the manager. When he comes on, complain that you did not like the way the employee said "May I take your order?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if they can take your order say "No, why can't I take yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If they ask you to wait, order anyway and keep doing it till they yell at you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend like your car broke down. Ask for assistance in moving it. When they come out, drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them you have to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order a cup of water and two napkins. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't order when they come on. Just sit there. If a line forms behind you, get out of the car and cause a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they hand you your food, hand them a bag back with all the trash from your car in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stare at them when you pay and get your food. Don't break your stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk your horn the whole way through the line.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/support.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/support.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY, THIS IS NOT YOUR NORMAL DRIVE THRU.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115558659293172331?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115558659293172331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115558659293172331&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115558659293172331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115558659293172331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/drive-thru-fun.html' title='Drive-Thru  Fun......'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115551721451093777</id><published>2006-08-13T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:00:14.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Bangs.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/william%20hung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/william%20hung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/william20hung.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/william20hung.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This blog has NO meaning or purpose...........I just thought it would be fun to go back in time and see the great pictures of the famous, American Idol...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. William Hung. I so miss hearing him sing "She Bangs."    That was some great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/hung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/hung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/w%20hung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/w%20hung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115551721451093777?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115551721451093777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115551721451093777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115551721451093777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115551721451093777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/she-bangs.html' title='She Bangs.............'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115531761450647512</id><published>2006-08-11T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:33:34.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priests On Vacation</title><content type='html'>Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation. They were determined to make this a real vacation escape by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the plane landed they headed for a store and bought some outrageous shorts, shirts and sandals. The next morning they went to the beach dressed in their tourist garb.They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, the sunshine and the scenery when a drop dead gorgeous blonde wearing a string bikini came walking straight towards them.&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't help but stare. As the blonde passed them she smiled and said, "Good Morning, Father. Good Morning, Father," nodding and addressing each of them individually; then she passed on by. They were both stunned. How in the world did she know they were priests?&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, they went back to the store and bought even more outrageous outfits. These were so loud you could hear them before you saw them. Once again, in their new attire, they settled on the beach in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine. After a while, the same gorgeous blonde,this time topless with just a thong bikini, taking her sweet time, came walking toward them. Again she nodded at each of them, she said, "Good morning, Father.Good morning, Father," and started to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;One of the Priests couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Just a minute young lady." "Yes, Father?", she said. "We are priests and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world did you know we are priests, dressed as we are?"&lt;br /&gt;"Father, it's me, Sister Margaret."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115531761450647512?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115531761450647512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115531761450647512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115531761450647512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115531761450647512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/priests-on-vacation.html' title='Priests On Vacation'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115513218382933282</id><published>2006-08-09T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:07:14.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the many faces and hairdos will be missed.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/cyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/cyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/mcki.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/mcki.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/cyn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/cm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/cm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know our beloved Congresswoman Cynthia Mckinney - Georgia 4th Congressional District... she did not win re-election last night. I am just fine with this! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/get.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/get.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss her many faces, hairdos and all the controversy that followed her. She was great for talk radio. Let us now take a moment to reflect..... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/cnythia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/cnythia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115513218382933282?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115513218382933282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115513218382933282&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115513218382933282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115513218382933282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/many-faces-and-hairdos-will-be-missed.html' title='the many faces and hairdos will be missed.....'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115497553272440788</id><published>2006-08-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:20:20.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found some of the old "Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy" that use to appear on Saturday Night Live. I hope you enjoy them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don'tjust go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever press charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better not take a dog on the space shuttle, because if he sticks his headout when you're coming home his face might burn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke." But to me, that's what her dinner tasted like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one way the cops could make money would be to hold a murder weapons sale. Many people could really use used ice picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don't think I'd call it Trampo-Land, because you might think it was a store for tramps, which is not the impression we are trying to convey with our store. On the other hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing, or testing the trampolines, unless a tramp's gyrations seemed to be getting out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing to do is, if you're out hiking and your friend gets bitten by a poisonous snake, tell him you're going to go for help, then go about ten feet and pretend that *you* got bit by a snake. Then start an argument with him about who's going to go get help. A lot of guys will start crying. That's why it makes you feel good when you tell them it was just a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115497553272440788?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115497553272440788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115497553272440788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115497553272440788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115497553272440788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/deep-thoughts-by-jack-handy.html' title='Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115496660071114552</id><published>2006-08-07T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:46:52.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO RICKY BOBBY !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/rickybobby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/rickybobby3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/rickybobby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/rickybobby4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have not seen this movie I am sure it will be hilarious...The plot you ask? I am sure there really is not one. Do they ever have plots in these movies by former SNL cast members turned movie stars? Remember Molly Shannon's "SUPERSTAR?" Now that was a true, American classic. HA&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sure that Talladega Nights is no exception! I am sure this will be a movie that our kids will study in literature class someday... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/superstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/superstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115496660071114552?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115496660071114552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115496660071114552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115496660071114552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115496660071114552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-ricky-bobby.html' title='GO RICKY BOBBY !!'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115490551416671062</id><published>2006-08-06T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:04:00.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the ER.....Again !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/hospital%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/hospital%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a pretty normal day, so I thought. Michelle and I went out to eat Saturday night, and while finishing up my tasty steak IT HAPPENED AGAIN! Yes, meat was stuck in my esophogas. I could breath and I could talk, but I could not swallow anything...not even a drop of water. Knowing what was going to happen I drove just up Tara Blvd to Southern Regional Hospital, and I walked into the ER. Yes, this has become too common of a ritual for me. (I think the 5th time) The normal stuff happens: they get copies of license and drivers license and take your temperature yada yada yada....(Good thing I really am not dying, because we really know we have to get all that paper work...never mind me I am just choking, people!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally taken back to my room which I shared with another patient on the other side of the little curtain. She was pregnant, and they were trying to hear the baby's heart beat and had the machined WAY turned up. It kind'a sounded like a loud, bad, garage, rock band....It was very annoying. It finally stopped. (No, not the heart beat which they heard but the loud noise I kept hearing from the machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually have to call the G.I. doctor and they come in and open up the G.I. lab and down my throat they go. (pushing down or retrieving the meat stuck in my throat) Don't worry they always give me GOOD STUFF, so you really wouldn't care if they wanted to drive a school bus down your throat. My "dinner" while at the ER started with some Ativan. This was for "anxiety"... Like you wouldn't be anxious if you couldn't swallow a drop of water without it coming up !!!! Let's just say it makes you kind'a get cozy and start to enjoy the lack of comfort from the cold, metal gurney. I hear the awaited news I longed for, "The doctor has been mobilized." What is this a SCI-FI movie?? (which meant the doctor, that was on call and enjoying his expensive dinner downtown, is on his way to yank this piece of steak out of the idiots throat..that would be me.)   He finally gets there and they are basically gonna go down with some tube (that has a camera on the end of it to take pictures which I can show you..HA) and yank the meat out or push it down into my stomach. What a pleasant visual.   Anyway, before doing this the good stuff is administered. Demerol is added to my IV. What joys this added to my soul. No, I am not a junkie, but I do enjoy an occasional dose of demerol. (of course under a physicians care only) This makes you happy and not care that they about to come down your throat with a rota-rooter!! Anyway, I was not being still and wouldn't stop talking even with all that medicine. Imagine that?? Well, after some versed, I was officially in LA-LA Land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got home around 1:00AM....This is a real fun way to spend your Saturday evenings, you know? Anyway, I guess I will have to go the doctor and have them stretch my esophogas again. That is just too wrong. It's a hereditary thing. Maybe they can replace my "innards" with stretch-rubber stuff....I am over the late ER visits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE PICTURES MY SICK WIFE TOOK OF ME IN MY TIME OF NEED AND SICKNESS...SHE CLAIMS THAT I BEGGED HER TO TAKE THEM..WHO WOULD YOU BELIEVE??? WE KNOW SHE IS PICTURE-TAKING HAPPY.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND REMEMBER.....CHEW YOUR FOOD THOROUGHLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/hospital%201.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/hospital%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115490551416671062?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115490551416671062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115490551416671062&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115490551416671062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115490551416671062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/visit-to-eragain.html' title='Visit to the ER.....Again !!!!'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115463968800532200</id><published>2006-08-03T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:09:42.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed my background check.........</title><content type='html'>Yes, I too can pass a background check!! This was just part of the process for my new job. I told this to my uncle (Tim C.) to which he replied, "Obviously the check wasn't thorough enough" Thanks for that word of ministry!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am excited to get going and MOVE'N ON! Life is too short. You gotta do what's good for you and what makes you happy, you know? Which makes me realize a few things I would like to do while I am alive....(No, the doctor hasn't given me any bad news....and NO probably most of these won't happen, but one can only wish, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to go to the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have my own cooking show on the Food Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be a guest on Jay Leno (I don't know the reason I would be on the show, but I guess there doesn't have to be a reason when you are dreaming, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Record a CD ( now that would finally be cool...now I know who I would work with ..where I would record etc ..now anyone wanting to donate $ to help this come true...you know where I am..HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Address The Senate &amp;amp; The Congress! (They would all have to be present, and YES, Hillary Clinton and Ted Kennedy would have to do what I say!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom and have full access to anywhere in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fly in Air Force One (I promise I won't take anything off the plane like the Clintons did!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hang out with Sean Hannity and be a regular on his show. He is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sing at Carnegie Hall AGAIN! (you heard me people! been there done that...ok, it was with a chorale...this time maybe solo?? HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be a Blue Angels pilot for the day (with the understanding that there would be NO WAY that I could crash....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115463968800532200?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115463968800532200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115463968800532200&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115463968800532200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115463968800532200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-passed-my-background-check.html' title='I passed my background check.........'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115455437046798507</id><published>2006-08-02T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:41:55.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Tow Truck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS JUST A LITTLE PIECE OF "MOVING ART" WE SAW THE OTHER DAY WHILE WE WERE DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD. I REALLY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN WITH THIS ONE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/truck%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/truck%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/truck%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/truck%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115455437046798507?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115455437046798507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115455437046798507&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115455437046798507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115455437046798507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-tow-truck.html' title='The Last Tow Truck...'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115447659569147071</id><published>2006-08-01T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:15:12.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts With Red Ranger..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/baby%20warp.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/baby%20warp.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you slam a revolving door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it say "shake well" on ketchup bottles, but not on ketchup packets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if every team in the NFL goes 8-8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Jewish person goes to court and is asked to put their right hand on the Bible, do they use a Torah instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who WAS in the kitchen with Dina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a school teacher give a homeless child homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the pope goes to the bathroom, is it considered holy crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a cross-eyed teacher control his pupils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is eating a mermaid considered cannibalism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "Fantasy Island" really granted wishes, why wasn't Tatto 6'6"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can bald people get a hair line fracture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ever hear about gruntled employees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can atheists get insurance for acts of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Barbie is so popular, then why do you have to buy her friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would Geronimo say if he jumped out of an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can fat people go skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need a silencer if you are going to shoot a mime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The above picture has nothing to do with these thoughts....I just liked it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115447659569147071?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115447659569147071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115447659569147071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115447659569147071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115447659569147071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/08/deep-thoughts-with-red-ranger.html' title='Deep Thoughts With Red Ranger..............'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115438188411118501</id><published>2006-07-31T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:01:01.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Blinded Me With Silence!</title><content type='html'>Today I told my boss at "THE OFFICE" I was quitting. Yes, I gave my notice, and all that stuff!Anyway, he was very cool about it, and wished me well. He realizes the junk I've been enduring here from a certain girl I love to call "QUEEN." Anyway, that is another story for another time......After discussing it he said he would tell everyone. I kept awaiting the big announcement. It never came. hmmmm??&lt;br /&gt;I later discovered he was emailing everyone (all 4 people). My one friend here forwarded the email to me.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to comment on each persons reaction or lack of one........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOSS: I spoke with him in private this AM, and he was very cool. He said he hated to see me go, but totally understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE: Off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Girl #1: (my one friend) Talked to me and emailed me all day.........She really is going to miss me. It's great to be loved....................EVEN IF IT IS BY ONE PERSON HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Guy: I really didn't expect too much from him anyway. He normally just walks around and grins...He really doesn't talk much anyway. No big loss. ( an interesting sidenote he comes to work wearing socks and shoes..........middle of the day he takes them off and puts on some slip on sandals....................very strange......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Girl #2: (I like to call QUEEN) Nada, zilch, not a peep, people!! She gave me the silent treatment all day, but she's been doing this for a long time. Yes, you got it..."SHE BLINDED ME WITH SILENCE." There has been a lot of drama going on with her lately. The VP from California will be here tomorrow, and I just might have to give him an ear ful l!!! He is aware of the drama that has overtaken our sweet, humble, little office!! He wants to "talk" with everyone. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is truly one of a kind.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115438188411118501?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115438188411118501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115438188411118501&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115438188411118501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115438188411118501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-blinded-me-with-silence.html' title='She Blinded Me With Silence!'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115422264712521184</id><published>2006-07-29T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:24:07.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/pencil%20paper.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/pencil%20paper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/pencil%20paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/CHICKEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I drove down to Macon to take my state exam so I can sell life insurance in Georgia. &lt;strong&gt;I PASSED!&lt;/strong&gt; I was very nervous, but it is all over now. YEAH!!! Now, for the fun part I will be getting to give a notice, very soon, to my job at "THE OFFICE" / Asian version.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all hate it for me, because I won't be able to write about "fun stuff" from my crazy office........Well, that's the way it goes! This is what I previously meant when I said I have news to share!! I am happy. I thought either a great opportunity in sales with no limits....etc etc....OR I could go and work at the Varsity downtown. I opted for the sales. Though the Varsity has tasty cuisine. Actually, can you call the food from the Varsity cuisine??? Just doesn't sound right, huh?? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/varsity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister and her family are in town from Kentucky. Tonight, the "extended family" went to BUCKNERS for dinner..........&lt;strong&gt;ATE TOO MUCH CHICKEN............I AM SICK.&lt;/strong&gt; It is actually a great place to eat. I wonder how many Weight Watcher points I used????? This place cooks 4,000 pounds of chicken per week. That is a lot chicken people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/CHICKEN.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/CHICKEN.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115422264712521184?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115422264712521184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115422264712521184&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115422264712521184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115422264712521184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-passed.html' title='I PASSED!!!!'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115402591685958105</id><published>2006-07-27T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:03:12.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>planes, trains &amp; automobiles or should I say planes, planes &amp; planes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/baby%20plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/cambodia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/cambodia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our Music Minister Rick Stone (or as I call him Rev. Ricky) &amp; 7 others left for Cambodia on mission trip. No short trip! They will n&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/cambodia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot exactly be traveling by planes, trains and automobiles...but planes, planes &amp;amp; planes!!! They will travel Atlanta to Korea (nonstop 14 + hours) change planes and fly to Bangkok, Thailand and then the last flight will have them on their way to Cambodia. I guess I was spoiled all those years flying to Japan. Japan sounds so far away, but I get on a plane in Atlanta and go nonstop... Still long though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and I have decided to pray for them at exactly 11pm each night. This will be 12 noon for them. I told Rick that when you are eating lunch, whatever that may be, just know that we are praying for you. It always seems to be cool that you know that someone is praying for you at that EXACT moment. Way cool! Pray for their safety while traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a long trip! I hope none of them get stuck by some loud person on the flights. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/baby%20plane.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/baby%20plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/dummy%20on%20plane.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115402591685958105?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115402591685958105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115402591685958105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115402591685958105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115402591685958105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/planes-trains-automobiles-or-should-i.html' title='planes, trains &amp; automobiles or should I say planes, planes &amp; planes?'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115391601812851069</id><published>2006-07-26T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T05:13:38.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Map to China.....or a map to a Chinese restaurant</title><content type='html'>Thanks for your concern and comments.....I did contact John at the restaurant, and I have voiced my concern a few times. Nothing happens. For starters hiring people that could "converse" in English would be helpful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An ancient Chinese proverb says, "In one ear and we don't hear........." HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ancient redneck proverb says, "We ain't going back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now, to have to find a new Chinese restaurant..............Such hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115391601812851069?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115391601812851069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115391601812851069&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115391601812851069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115391601812851069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/map-to-chinaor-map-to-chinese.html' title='Map to China.....or a map to a Chinese restaurant'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115385704926897367</id><published>2006-07-25T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:59:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Restaurant Part 2</title><content type='html'>Well, I met Michelle for lunch today at the same Chinese restaurant as before. (for those that are new readers read the previous post called "Ain't nothing but a diet coke" ) The one THEY CHARGE 25 cent to change from a TEA to a COKE when ordering the lunch combo????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we would try it again, but drama continues. I will no longer go back there. You ask why?? Let me give you a blow by blow of great dining experience. We walk in, and sit down. She is handing us our menu's when she knocks over the sweet and sour sauce that is on the table. The red, sticky stuff is oozing ALL over the table. This is especially how I like to start a meal. I KNOW it was an accident, but added to the other things??? First time she came around she just took our drink order....not the food.  It is lunch time people...we don't have long and Chelle had even less time because she had to go to the printer.  We ordered. I asked to have steamed rice instead of fried rice. Even though I like broccoli...I wasn't feeling the broccoli vibe today, and asked for them to leave it out of the stir fry. NO, IT DOES NOT COST 25 cents to do this. They never brought the bowl of crunchy things for us to nibble on.....this made Chelle a sad Chinese camper.&lt;br /&gt;We are doing some serious flagging down of our Chinese peeps while asking about our soup that had not been delivered yet. (It's aldready made people!!!! It's called put some soup in a bowl and sling it on our table!!! Not time consuming) Anyway, soup came to the table, and they had brought the wrong soup to me. They did correct it right away for me.&lt;br /&gt;Our food came, and YES, they had brought me fried rice anyway. Yes, I did have broccoli anyway. I really don't understand the meaning of sister-friend who takes our order. A) she is there B)I give her order C) She brings wrong food...........things that make you go HMMMM?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle was sad, because her Kung Pao Chicken is supposed to be spicy with all the red peppers in the food............ZILCH, NADA, NEGATORY! We are talking MILD and NO PEPPERS people! She was sad. We ate everything as is..........didn't have another 30 minutes for them to cook the food again. :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, our favorite part was sitting down and seeing the NEW ADDITION to the menu. On the front cover it read, "ICED TEA may be substituted for a COKE for an additional 25 cents." This was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/coookie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/coookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALSO, ancient Chinese proverb says..."never go in Chinese, restaurant kitchen...you will be bery scared of what you see in pot." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't be a hater..........be a Lo Mein eater..........&lt;/p&gt;&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/29322046-115385704926897367?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115385704926897367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115385704926897367&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115385704926897367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115385704926897367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/chinese-restaurant-part-2.html' title='Chinese Restaurant Part 2'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115361858112743310</id><published>2006-07-22T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:36:21.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT A NEW TOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/camry%20black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/camry%20black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought a new toy today. I am very happy!! I have upgraded from my 1997 Ford Escort /stick shift that had 144,000 miles and NO TAPE NO CD to a 2007 Toyota Camry. It is black, moon roof, 6 CD /disk changer ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wasn't going to buy the car just yet...I enjoyed not having a car payment with the Escort, but I had some work that HAD to be done on the escort. The cost was going to be MORE THAN the Escort was worth. That is God's way of telling me to go ahead and buy it, right???? The boys were very happy for me, and said they were happy daddy got a new car. :) They have advised me that we will take daddy's car to church tomorrow....NOT THE VAN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, if anyone is in the market for a TOYOTA....LEGACY TOYOTA near Shannon Mall!! David, an old friend of mine that use to work with me at Delta sold me the car! If you go in there just ask for Mr. Magoo. Don't ask why he's called that...long story....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a happy camper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle's parents kept the boys for us while we bought the toy. While there Michelle's dad taught the meaning of the word "refill." He then asked Parker if he really understood the meaning of the word. Parker replied, "So I can say I love you....then I can say I love you some more" This was very sweet. I think Michelle's dad almost had a tear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/camry%20front%20grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/camry%20front%20grey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/camry%20grey.jpg"&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/29322046-115361858112743310?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115361858112743310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115361858112743310&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115361858112743310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115361858112743310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/got-new-toy.html' title='GOT A NEW TOY'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115344307679737139</id><published>2006-07-20T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:54:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty Sleeps On .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0502.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/DSCN0502.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind'a feel guilty of my recent remarks of my co-worker sleeping at work. Allow me to explain. Her father has been sick for a long time, and she is often at the hospital all night! Without sleeping at all during the night she comes straight to work the next morning. HENCE the being sleepy at work. However, it is still fun to take pictures of people sleeping at work and post them, right? &lt;strong&gt;Am I that jaded?&lt;/strong&gt; I really don't think so. I just appreciate fun things. Speaking of fun things my younger son just came to me and told me a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parker: Knock Knock&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Parker: Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aubrey Who?&lt;br /&gt;Parker I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, that's my Parker! That's one of those kind of jokes you listen to.... hear the punchline and you are still waiting... for the punchline even though it was already given (you're listening with your head cocked to the side like a dog does when they are listening to strange noises...you know what I am talking about)&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey just walked in, and I asked him to share something for daddy's blog. Why did I do that? Dunno. He said, "I'm happy I like bananas." Well, this is the deal. Aubrey is the one that HATES bananas so I am very confused why he said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of great announcement..........I hopefully will have one soon!!! Stay tuned, and I will keep you posted. I hope to have an announcement very shortly! No, Michelle is not pregnant. No, I am not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think I would have been a great replacement for ABC Evening News or the CBS Evening News. Why did they have to get Catie Couric or Charlie Gibson? The news now a days is weak. I realize they don't have much to report, but give me a break!!! I am watching some news show the other day, and what do I hear?? "Oprah denies rumors that she and Gayle are gay lovers" What have we come to?? Peter Jennings is rolling in his grave as we speak! You ask, "What else did you see on the news??" Well, let me tell you. I see footage of The President and the Prime Minister from Japan visiting all around Graceland. Now, is this news worthy? Do we really want to hear the Prime Minister (who can not carry a tune) Sing Elvis love songs to The President? I think not. Well, this was a very funny freakshow. You've got secret service running all over the place (as they talk into their little microphone on their wrist) you've got LisaMarie, the EX-WIFE of Michael Jackson (don't get me started on that one) and Prisilla (in all her plastic surgery glory) making small talk with Laura Bush...something is just not right....&lt;br /&gt;But as Barbara Walters and Hugh Downs used to say, "We're in touch.....so you stay in touch"&lt;br /&gt;That was their way of saying, "LATER!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115344307679737139?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115344307679737139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115344307679737139&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115344307679737139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115344307679737139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleeping-beauty-sleeps-on.html' title='Sleeping Beauty Sleeps On .....'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115334281126422393</id><published>2006-07-19T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T14:24:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alabama First Aid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/red%20cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of rednecks are out in the woods hunting when one of them suddenly grabs his chest and falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing; his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other guy whips out his cellphone and calls 911. He gasps to the operator, "I think Bubba is dead! What should I do?" The operator, in a calm soothing voice says, "Just take it easy and follow my instructions. First, let's make sure he's dead." There is a silence. Then a shot is heard. The guy's voice comes back on the line, "Okay, now what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/redneck%20dogs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/400/redneck%20dogs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE REDNECK DOGS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115334281126422393?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115334281126422393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115334281126422393&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115334281126422393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115334281126422393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/alabama-first-aid.html' title='Alabama First Aid'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115316602898759894</id><published>2006-07-17T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:59:38.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a hater! Be a player...</title><content type='html'>Today is a national holiday in Japan, and this meant no emails, calls or faxes from Japan.. (remember I am at the Japanese company) This made my day extremely L-O-N-G and boring. We kind' a did nothing!!! Well, at least some of us got "some stuff" done.... Well, I did get to spend 15 minutes trying to teach Yang, the Chinese, how to pronounce million. I wasn't too successful. How hard could it be anyway??? Have you heard their language???&lt;br /&gt;I also posted a "favorite list" today in a post before this so don't overlook that one....Again, today was not very exciting at my office. Miss thang or QUEEN as I like to call her was on vacation. She often is seen wearing very short many skirts to work. I think she never gets the memo that it IS NOT "bring your pole to work day." Bless her heart...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELOW ARE SOME CANDID, WEDDING PICTURES... THIS IS ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE "FORWARD EMAILS"  she's a lot of bride for this groom..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115316602898759894?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115316602898759894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115316602898759894&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115316602898759894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115316602898759894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-be-hater-be-player.html' title='Don&apos;t be a hater! Be a player...'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115316278728285933</id><published>2006-07-17T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:03:39.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite things............</title><content type='html'>(IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER............OF COURSE # 4 IS #1) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/nancy%20grace.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/nancy%20grace.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Starbucks Coffee - Soy Latte - YUM YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nancy Grace / CNN ANCHOR - She's from Macon, GA. How bad can she be? LOVE HER! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/nancy%20grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Toilet- gotta have one, right? Underrated &amp; sure beats a whole in the ground &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Michelle and the boys - Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. TV Remote - men have an extra chromosome that women don't have...it is t&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/cell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/cell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he remote chromosome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cell Phone - I get the love of talking on phones from the Carter side of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Food Network - real men DO cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sushi - Yum Yum ! Yes, real sushi DOES NOT have cream cheese in it, please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Omni Cancun Hotel - been there several time, and I love it! I like to call this my redneck riviera hide-a-way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cheese Cake &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/cheese%20cake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/cheese%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115316278728285933?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115316278728285933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115316278728285933&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115316278728285933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115316278728285933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/favorite-things.html' title='Favorite things............'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115308435871205788</id><published>2006-07-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:12:38.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back by popular demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/TOM.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/TOM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog parishioners have spoken....I have acted! As you can see on my site I have changed my picture back to the RED RANGER mask wearing picture. My inner self is saddened that the picture of my "real face" was not accepted and appreciated. However, therapy will hopefully numb the pain I feel. "I'm good Enough, I'm Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me! Yes, this has been Daily Affirmations with RED RANGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from a l-o-n-g nap, and it was very nice. My grandmother made me a red velvet cake for my birthday last week. Her red velvet is my favorite!!! Well, I laid down with Parker to get him down for a nap (my excuse to take a nap myself!!!!) I was craving a piece of this red velvet cake, and wanted a piece to eat RIGHT THEN!!! I decided to get some shut eye myself, and would have an appointment with a glass of milk, a plate, a fork &amp; a piece of red velvet cake!!! Back to waking up from my nap......I walked to the kitchen, and went straight to the refrigerator. Michelle was standing in there as I said, " I am SOO craving a piece of that cake!!" She just looked at me with a very weird face. Yes, you got it. She had eaten the last piece. Yes, the last piece of her husbands favorite cake. (made with love by his grandmother) I have to confess that for a second I was filled with unpleasant thoughts and became very VERKLEPMT!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, like Linda on Coffee Talk I was very emotional and could not find words to express my feelings. I was simply VERKLEMPT!!! TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture I had taken of the cake before my lovely wife ATE IT ALL!!!! I still love her. I am just hurt. Today, has been a very hard day for me. First, it was the whole attack regarding my picture in the blog and now the pain from having my birthday cake taken...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to church tonight, and will try to heal. I will survive..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/DSCN0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115308435871205788?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115308435871205788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115308435871205788&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115308435871205788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115308435871205788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='back by popular demand'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115301658547583021</id><published>2006-07-15T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:23:05.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part II   more Stone Mountain pictures</title><content type='html'>sometimes I hate computers.....................here are some pictures to add to my previous post. I couldn't get them to upload! Enjoy! If you want to go to Stone Mountain sometime...give us a call, and I will make a picnic lunch!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/DSCN0486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/DSCN0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/tom%20playing%202.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/tom%20playing%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/DSCN0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/DSCN0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/tom%20and%20aubrey.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/tom%20and%20aubrey.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115301658547583021?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115301658547583021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115301658547583021&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115301658547583021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115301658547583021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/part-ii-more-stone-mountain-pictures.html' title='part II   more Stone Mountain pictures'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115301410953658986</id><published>2006-07-15T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:03:00.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day with the fam..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/dad%20and%20park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/dad%20and%20park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day today! I got to sleep in (8AM-that's late for me) and then we ate "brunch" at Golden Corral at 1130. This is a very strategic time...you get the best of both worlds! (breakfast &amp;amp; the freshly cooked lunch) Anywho we were then off to Stone Mountain for a hot day filled with fun. We bought the 1 year pass in May, and this is the way to go! If we get tired or just want to leave we don't feel like we are wasting our $. We were there today for 4 hours, and that was enough. IT WAS HOT.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the pictures from our fun day with "the fam" (great line from "What About Bob") Anyway, I can't wait till we stay out there one night for the Lasershow! It normally starts at 9:30pm, but considering we got our little darlings into bed AND ASLEEP by 8:00pm....Well, I am most proud of this accomplishment today. They were tired campers!! We got home, and ate dinner. Aubrey ate a whole can of spaghetti-O's and Parker ate 4 scrambled eggs. YES, I said 4 people!!! I so hope this isn't a prelude to how they are gonna eat as they get bigger. What joys. GOOD TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't want you to think this post is just about our Stone Mtn day/trip, because I do like to give words of wisdom or "uplifting" thoughts................So, for today I would like to share a great website that will encourage, uplift, edify, humor, show guidance and whatever else......&lt;br /&gt;Please take a look and enjoy this site!! www. shirleyqliquor.com (I have added it to my links)&lt;br /&gt;My old favorite is Ebonic Airways. Turn the audio up and get ready to laugh!! This is just good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I made a chicken and broccoli casserole (doubled the casserole) for lunch Sunday when we get home from church. It is quite yummy if I say so myself, and the boys eat the GREEN STUFF!! Amazing! The other half is in the freezer, and we will have dinner ready for another day. I am proud of myself...Good boy!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else into "The Last Comic Standing"???? This is a great show. My favorite comic is Chris Porter. His best line was, "Hi, I am Chris, and I don't have a girlfriend.....WHAT??? WHAT????" I guess you had to see it, but he is great!&lt;br /&gt;LATER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115301410953658986?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115301410953658986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115301410953658986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115301410953658986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115301410953658986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-with-fam.html' title='a day with the fam..........'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115292094440650174</id><published>2006-07-14T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:46:56.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't nothing but a diet coke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/150px-Diet_Coke.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/150px-Diet_Coke.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me first start off by saying why is it the little things always get you so torked? Let me explain. Today, I went to a local Chinese restaurant "Empire of China" for lunch.&lt;strong&gt; (read it and weep Tracey Kirksey...yum yum)&lt;/strong&gt; I ordered the lunch special that includes all the normal stuff and comes with a tea. I asked to change the drink to a diet coke. (I know you are thinking diet coke with Chinese food? That is like eating a snickers with a diet coke, right?) Well, I like diet cokes so off me!! Anyway, the server advised me it would be 25 cents to change from tea to a coke. I said fine. Finally, my food came, but they had given me fried rice. I had ordered steamed rice. My egg roll never came, and when I asked them about it they did bring it to me as I was taking my last bite of my lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes you never can win!! I thought for the whole 25 cents I paid the diet coke would have refills abounding... NOT!! I was suck'n ice baby!! Oh yeah, this is the best part!! When ordering the food she told me it would be an additional 25 cents for the drink change, and while eating 2 different people at 2 different times stopped by the table to tell me of the additional 25 cents charge for the upgrade from tea to coke. I guess this is what you call a Chinese Biggie Size?? Well, I go to pay, and the SAME SERVER that took my order had to advise me again about the 25 cents!! I stink'n got it people!! At this point I was willing to give them a whole roll of quarters to shut them up. Well, lunch did taste good, but was very mentally exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0425.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/DSCN0425.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I worked at the Asian version of the NBC hit show&lt;strong&gt; "THE OFFICE."&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I do!!! I will not go into everything now....because you would be reading all night. However, let me just share a glimpse into the life of my dysfunctional office.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is a Chinese lady next to me. Due to the nature of our work we have TONS of manila folders on our desks. I often look up and she is staring at me (with her eyes just peeking out over the folders) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/sleeping.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/200/sleeping.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;she is smiling at me. Very scary. She is sweet, but hard to understand. She does speak English and Japanese (like everyone in the office, but her Japanese is VERY hard to understand...and this is what we speak 99% of the time) She speaks Japanese with a Chinese accent. YES! There &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; such a thing. She likes to take 5 minute naps from time to time. I had decided that I will get a picture of without her knowing (or anyone else for that matter) Yes, I know it is sick, but you don't know the stress I've been under at work!! I need something to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got a picture today!! It was like a stake out. It was almost like the photographers from the Enquirer trying to get the first picture of Tom Cruise (HELLO I STAND ON SOFA'S WHEN ON TV) and Kayte Holmes' stupid, Scientology, freak of a baby!! I kind'a felt like a national geographic photographer in Africa trying to get a picture of the most wild and extinct animal during mating season. I was on a mission!! I was very sneaky. I was very proud of my success. I will try next time for a picture with better focus. Please enjoy the "candid" sleeping picture of "Yang, the Chinese" and the one I asked her to let me take.&lt;br /&gt;As a final thought to my weird, work world.....Take a look at the picture taken today at my office of the clocks. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;/strong&gt; Even though they are all different time zones the minutes should all be the same. (only the hours should be different, right??) Not at my office. This kind'a gives you a glimpse into "MY OFFICE" As we say in the south.............."everyone is walking around with one nugget short of a happy meal" (or short one piece of sushi from a Japanese box lunch) OH YEAH, next time I will have to tell you about when I was trying to explain to them, "nugget short a happy meal, elevator doesn't go to the top floor and those type of expressions..." That was a fun day!! Plus Chinese (as I affectionally like to refer to her behind her back) and my boss like to talk about their bathroom habits. IN DETAIL PEOPLE!! (this is NOT normal for Japanese either !)&lt;br /&gt;LATER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/DSCN0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/DSCN0427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115292094440650174?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115292094440650174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115292094440650174&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115292094440650174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115292094440650174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/aint-nothing-but-diet-coke.html' title='ain&apos;t nothing but a diet coke'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29322046.post-115283646371224310</id><published>2006-07-13T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:13:16.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Red Ranger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/ranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/ranger.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I AM the RED RANGER......You ask why? Being the father of two boys (almost 4 and 6) we watch a lot of Power Rangers. In case you didn't know the Red Ranger is the "head ranger."&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of myself as the "Ranger in charge" of the Griffin clan. This is a scary thought I know, but  nontheless I will go with that and run with it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;I also like the Power Rangers, because this show came from Japan. I was born in Japan, and spent most of my childhood there. I always like watching the show (while making fun of it) and seeing the Japanese signs in the background. When they are transformed and in "the ranger mode" often times they are using scenes from the Japanese Rangers. It is really funny, and it amuses me, but Michelle (my wife of almost 12 years) doesn't seem to think it is really a big deal. Whatever floats your boat I say!! I know you are gonna be a better person for having this information.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am very excited about my yard. My grass is actually green!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dad lives 5 miles away, and his yard is no where near the green color. He is jealous, I know it!! I called him on the way home today, and he said I've gotta go out and water the grass because it is our day we can water. (you gotta hate water restrictions) Of course I said to him, "Oh that is too bad, because I don't have to water the grass. WE GET RAIN. " My parents hate the whole thing that we keep getting rain, and not a drop at their house. I told them (in the great words of Earl from "My name is Earl") It's Karma! I have been a good boy...I get rain...&lt;br /&gt;They were not amused. I thought it was a great, tasteful joke. (NO, I don't believe in Karma!! so don't even email me about that!!!) Well, I am happy that my yard is starting to look good for once. I just need to cut it tonight. I was hoping the yard fairy would come out of the sky and cut away!! This is not happening. Also, in the picture you see my boys Aubrey (AKA The Blue Ranger) &amp;amp; Parker (AKA The Green Ranger) Michelle, better know as our Pink Ranger, is not present in the picture. I have many things to share with my wonderful BLOG audience so please stay tuned. I really want to share about my office. I work in a Japanese office, and boy do we have issues there!! I would like say we are the NBC / Asian version of "THE OFFICE" - which is MY FAVORITE SHOW !!!! YOU GOTTA WATCH THIS SHOW...........Later People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/BoysGreen%20Grass.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/320/BoysGreen%20Grass.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29322046-115283646371224310?l=redranger1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/feeds/115283646371224310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29322046&amp;postID=115283646371224310&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115283646371224310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29322046/posts/default/115283646371224310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redranger1.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-red-ranger.html' title='Why the Red Ranger?'/><author><name>TOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592621251840196375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3852/3120/1600/red%20ranger.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
