<?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-8679130653337174631</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:25:46.410-05:00</updated><category term='self help'/><category term='bloggers'/><category term='love of computers'/><category term='Pogo games on line'/><category term='just starting'/><category term='adult education'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Being Human'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Good Blogs'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>as-a-thought</title><subtitle type='html'>just musings of my life and thoughts.  Maybe their is a soul out there who will understand</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-4078020505500580</id><published>2011-01-03T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:39:58.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cleo</title><content type='html'>Cleo is my friend, we have known each other for 6 years.  Cleo was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; with a brain tumor the Monday before thanksgiving.  they operated the Monday after thanksgiving and removed 80 percent of it.  It was Cancerous.  Cleo is now in the hospital in intensive care.  She is not there, just her shell.&lt;br /&gt;Cleo is a wonderful person 71 years old and swims 4 to 5 times a week.  Belongs to the Methodist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Women's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Society&lt;/span&gt;, and really enjoys life.  She has 3 grown children, whom I am thinking love her very much. &lt;br /&gt;I miss Cleo very much,  I am feeling really sorry for myself that I have lost her.  This is not the first person I have lost.  I just wanted to say that it does not get any easier to lose loved ones.  What I am trying to say is, I don't feel sorry for Cleo, I feel sorry for myself and anyone else that loved her. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss her banana bread, and meeting at Teds to go to the beach, those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; hugs and phone calls.  Talking about her up and coming trips with her sister Patty.  The world is a much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lonier&lt;/span&gt; place today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-4078020505500580?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4078020505500580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=4078020505500580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4078020505500580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4078020505500580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2011/01/cleo.html' title='Cleo'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-1673726742922099693</id><published>2010-01-04T08:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:38:11.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Clutter</title><content type='html'>What is clutter?&lt;br /&gt;To me it is stuff!  All kinds of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that should be sorted, compiled, put away, given away, or thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a hyperactive person, and clutter is seen by my eyes as a challenge to clean, and put away.  A job to be handled as soon as possible.  Stuff that weighs on you till you can't get anything else done till it is put away. &lt;br /&gt;At the young age of 59, I am finding out that many people love there clutter.  Are attached to there clutter.  Can not possibly live without it.  If they allow you to remove it or put it away, within a short time span they will find more stuff to scatter around.&lt;br /&gt;It drives me crazy, makes me want to cry.  I consider it being helpful to clean, others find it annoying that I will not leave them and there clutter alone.&lt;br /&gt;So I have been thinking seriously about why this is?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the obvious that everyone is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; and that is a good thing.  I have come up with why this is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;worrisome&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;My personal view on a persons living space and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cleanliness&lt;/span&gt; or neatness of it is this:  Our personal space is a refection  of what our souls and minds are.  And we are attracted to others like ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;So I am going out and finding other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neatniks&lt;/span&gt; like me and will get back to you on how well we get along. &lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-1673726742922099693?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/1673726742922099693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=1673726742922099693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1673726742922099693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1673726742922099693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2010/01/clutter.html' title='Clutter'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-4360275689101614865</id><published>2009-03-14T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:45:41.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self help'/><title type='text'>What If...</title><content type='html'>What if all we believe is false?&lt;br /&gt;What if all that is does not exsist?&lt;br /&gt;What if we don't exsist?&lt;br /&gt;What is real and what is a dream?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-4360275689101614865?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4360275689101614865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=4360275689101614865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4360275689101614865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4360275689101614865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if.html' title='What If...'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-1681111451491874930</id><published>2009-02-09T08:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:25:34.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self help'/><title type='text'>Brian Kim</title><content type='html'>I've been stumbling again.  Oh that magic button on my tool bar.  I do so love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Briankim&lt;/span&gt;.net is one of the best, motivational sites that I have read in quite awhile.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; his daily MIT in my e-mail.  I've printed out 5 of them and posted them on my bedroom walls.  These 3 are by the door:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;"Its so easy to get sucked into other "worlds", that you soon forget the one you're trying to create for yourself.  It's easy to forget what you're trying to do when you look at what others around you are doing and can't help but feel influenced by that, so much to the point where you begin to find yourself gravitating away from you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; plan.    It's like playing basketball, but having the location of the basket constantly change all the time.  If that happens, you're never going to score."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's amazing what we can do when we just focus on doing ONE task at a time.  Never mind the other tasks on the list.  In fact, take out a whole new piece of blank paper and write down the task that you have to do that day, that ONE task that matters more than all the rest.  Put it at the very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt;.  A to-do list with only ONE item sure looks great and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;importantly&lt;/span&gt;, very easy to do.  One item at a time.  It makes things simple.  It makes it easy for you to focus.  And it makes it easy for you to get it done.  And then, it's just a matter of choosing the ONE task to do after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you HAPPY about in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;What are you EXCITED about in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;What are you ABSOLUTELY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;COMMITTED&lt;/span&gt; to ACHIEVING in your life RIGHT NOW? &lt;br /&gt;Let these questions lay the foundation for the rest of the day and help guide you the rest of the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great aren't they but these are even better.  I read them as soon as I get up and have even gone back into my room several times a day to read them again.  Pretty much know them by heart but it does my soul good to read them over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 I keep next to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When your goal benefits not only yourself, but those close around you and other people as well, it gives you that extra push you need to take you to the next level.  Motivation based on how it will benefit you  and you alone will only take you so far.  When you can see how it benefits others, that's the fuel that will take you to the next level of action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There will come a time in your life when everything goes right for you. &lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;It will seem like a dream and you find it hard to ride this huge wave of momentum.  And you may be tempted to attribute this to some type of force outside of you and maybe it is and maybe it isn't.  But I bet if you look back at all the seeds you sowed, big and small, and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;connect&lt;/span&gt; the dots and see how everything "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;synergized&lt;/span&gt;", you'll understand where it came from.  And you'll be grateful for all those actions you took, even though you didn't really understand then at that moment in time , how it would play the role it did in contributing to all the great "luck" you're experiencing now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they are as good for you as they are for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I have learned from Brian Kim is "WRITE IT DOWN"  I have tablets everywhere.  I go to work early just so I can spend time alone in the car to write.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; legal pads for a Christmas Gift.  How cool it that!  I write everything down. I have tried to just go to bed and end up getting back up to put my thoughts on paper.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of the things I write down I just tear up and throw away but they are thoughts that are just clogging up my mind.  I make lists and check off the things I've done.  I can't believe what a wonderful feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;accomplishment&lt;/span&gt; it give me when I can scratch an item off of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Napoleon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hills&lt;/span&gt; "Think and Grow Rich more than 10 years ago.  I even gave copies of it to other people.  Hoping maybe they would read it and tell me what I missed.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Brian's&lt;/span&gt; e-book , "The Hidden Secret of Think and Grow Rich"  It explains the method much better. step by step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been chasing an elusive thought all of my life.  Now I know what it is.  That one thing that I have been looking for.  It's not just an answer, a direction, or an idea.  It's my one Major Definite Purpose in life.  Just knowing what it is, has opened up a way of thinking that I feel fantastic about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Brian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-1681111451491874930?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/1681111451491874930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=1681111451491874930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1681111451491874930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1681111451491874930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2009/02/brian-kim.html' title='Brian Kim'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-4994987882350189731</id><published>2008-12-23T00:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:48:11.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Touch</title><content type='html'>I fell out of touch with my blog.  It didn't seem to really matter, I don't think anyone reads it anyways.  But I feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;  It is a connection to the cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;  Are you there?  Do you read me?  Does any of it matter?&lt;br /&gt; So I have moved from John Chow to Brian Kim ,&lt;br /&gt; I still stumble more hours than I will admit.&lt;br /&gt; I haven't a plan for my life, but I know that I am a good person and that  something will come along for me.&lt;br /&gt;  I work really hard at my job and Randolph Air Force Bace Officers club, and that I feel good about what I do.  I make people smile and maybe have a better day just because I served them a meal. &lt;br /&gt;Does anyone need a companion, for travel or just living?  I'm not a nurse, but I will listen to what you have to say.  I know how important it is to be heard.  I know what lonely is.&lt;br /&gt;Call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;757-374-9740&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-4994987882350189731?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4994987882350189731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=4994987882350189731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4994987882350189731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4994987882350189731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-touch.html' title='Out Of Touch'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-557046039208928617</id><published>2008-12-23T00:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:35:42.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>women who love free spirits</title><content type='html'>There are women who love free spirits, they change them.   I'm am not saying that, that is bad but they do change them.  to Beth and Melissa, you have changed the men in your lives, did you make them what they are today or are they relics of what they used to be?  Are they on depression medication so they will fit into their lives, or do they take them to try and fit into your life.?  Do they hate you, or love you.?  Were they better off without you?&lt;br /&gt;None of these question are really relevant.  It is what it is and that is life.&lt;br /&gt;Only know that what attracted you to these men is the same thing that you have tried very hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year, 2009 you should just try loving them for who they are.  maybe you should just allow them to be who they are.  Remember that is who you fell in love with in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy and David I love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-557046039208928617?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/557046039208928617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=557046039208928617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/557046039208928617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/557046039208928617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/12/women-who-love-free-spirits.html' title='women who love free spirits'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-901505774191374940</id><published>2008-07-08T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:54:51.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>stumble upon</title><content type='html'>So this is wnat happens when you down load the stumble upon  icon onto your tool bar.   You don't blog you dont write, you don't do anything.  Because all you do is stumble and stumble and stumble. &lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that it is a wonderful thing.  No one reads my blogs anyways, so what am I missing.  I am having a ball, and needless to say I am learning tons of things that I never knew before.  What a wonderful life it is on this great place called the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-901505774191374940?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/901505774191374940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=901505774191374940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/901505774191374940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/901505774191374940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/07/stumble-upon.html' title='stumble upon'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-7888153976235021260</id><published>2008-07-08T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:47:34.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stumbleupon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-7888153976235021260?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/7888153976235021260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=7888153976235021260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/7888153976235021260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/7888153976235021260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/07/stumbleupon.html' title='stumbleupon'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-9071088692986490671</id><published>2008-04-25T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:44:30.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Human'/><title type='text'>living ADHD 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Impatince&lt;/span&gt; is me.  Everyone moves so slow.  Life seems to pass me by while I wait for the rest of the world to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;As an adult you realize that the above statement is false.  Not only  are people keeping up with me, but passing me by.&lt;br /&gt;Living inside of this hyperactive mind and body , it just seems like the rest of the world is slow.  Slow would be a good thing, maybe I would be able to retain a little bit of knowledge.  It is amazing to me that I have retained any knowledge.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; is kinda like being blond (I can say that cause I was born blond).  When you can retain a thought you think you are the smartest person alive.  But at the same time the mind is off and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; to the next great idea.  It is hard to stay on the same playing ground with "normal people" or should I say "normal thinking people.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the blond thing" I use to believe that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accomplishing&lt;/span&gt; so much: pop, pop,pop, Get"er done, and I guess I did get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; done.  But then so did everybody else.  Course I suppose if I would have delegated the work out or stayed out of the way and allowed others to do there own work at there own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pace&lt;/span&gt;.  We would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; so much more,  god isn't life grand,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-9071088692986490671?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/9071088692986490671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=9071088692986490671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/9071088692986490671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/9071088692986490671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/04/living-adhd-3.html' title='living ADHD 3'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-1073860544377658935</id><published>2008-04-23T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:21:20.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What are Memories?</title><content type='html'>Memories definition: The plural of memory, the ability of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;organism&lt;/span&gt; to record information about things or events in the brain, with the facility of recalling them later at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe they are times, events, smells, temperatures, tastes, and sights.  Memories are thoughts that connect with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; is happening now this instant that triggers a door to open in the mind!, allowing old experiences and thoughts to ebb back to the part of the brain that is in the now.&lt;br /&gt;If it is a memory that will keep you from harm or help you win at whatever game you are playing they are good.&lt;br /&gt;If it is just an overload of past experiences of what happened at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; time and place with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; people... IT can hold you back from experiencing life as it is today.&lt;br /&gt;You must try and stay in the present.  Enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; experience, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; memories.  All you have is now  This moment.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-1073860544377658935?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/1073860544377658935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=1073860544377658935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1073860544377658935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1073860544377658935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-are-memories.html' title='What are Memories?'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-8896816789000102499</id><published>2008-04-22T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:58:11.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>strings of life</title><content type='html'>I have to many memories.  They come blasting into my mind when ever they want.  I must mention that I am very tactile, need to touch and smell everything, maybe that is where the memories come from.  Just about anything that I do makes me think of other times in my life.  I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; demand my mind to stay in the present.  I am able, in any second to wander off to places far away, or long ago,  as if I am still there.  As if a string has attached to my psyche and I am still connected to the past and past places, people long dead, or gone out of my life by miles and circumstances.  Sometimes, it can be frustrating, or frighting, sometimes it is welcoming, warm, comforting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;familial&lt;/span&gt;, a place where maybe I would be...  you know just me.  Not trying to be what others want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;We wear many hats in our lives, maybe to many. &lt;br /&gt;I usually cut the strings, stay where I am and go about my business, paying bills, playing with my grandson,  doing the everyday chores that we all have.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes if no one is around and I have the time I go where the strings will take me to the past.  Good, Bad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Indifferent&lt;/span&gt;, trying to figure out what this life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-8896816789000102499?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/8896816789000102499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=8896816789000102499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/8896816789000102499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/8896816789000102499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/04/strings-of-life.html' title='strings of life'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-327670143696097844</id><published>2008-04-17T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:50:35.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of computers'/><title type='text'>Death of a Dell Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krisann&lt;/span&gt; gave me her old dell laptop, it was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Inspirion&lt;/span&gt; 5160.  I really liked it.  Kinda heavy, and the fan was really loud, but very reliable and held all of my important information and links to all of the best places on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; I no longer am able to click my little stumble upon button, to go to beautiful places on the web, some of the most fantastic pictures of space, flowers, people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mountians&lt;/span&gt;, rivers, seas and many other great photos.&lt;br /&gt; Alex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shalmans&lt;/span&gt;' web page has been my morning read with coffee I had him on my start page.  I still have coffee with Alex, but now I must wait till there is a computer available to use.&lt;br /&gt;John Chow still sends me e-mail but once again there is the wait for a computer to check my e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;How is it that one little piece of technology can make a human feel so lost when it dies.  I feel like I have lost a close friend, someone who held my hand when sad and lonely, went on incredible journeys with me and was never to busy to sit down and play a game of cards or write a letter.&lt;br /&gt;OK, I am not completely nuts.  I know that a laptop is just so much plastic, and technology.  That it has no feelings and does not really keep a human company.&lt;br /&gt;But what a wonderful world that we live in that I am able to sit on the couch and go to all of the wonderful places and sites that I have gone to.  Find any answer I have a question for.  Read what is important to others in the world, finding others who want to share there thoughts and convictions. &lt;br /&gt;I am now on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Krisanns&lt;/span&gt;' Dell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inspiron&lt;/span&gt; 1720, it is light and if it has a fan you can not even hear it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Krisann&lt;/span&gt; and family are Dell people, she is able to talk to her husband in Iraq, Dell to Dell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Skypes&lt;/span&gt; they are even able to see each other face to face.  Instant messages come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; from many friends near and far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Krisann&lt;/span&gt; is achieving her dreams of finishing her college degree, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; this wonderful Dell connection. &lt;br /&gt;I realize that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is still there and someday I will get another computer, but my Dell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;inspiron&lt;/span&gt; 5160 was my portal to the wonderful, fantastic, incredible place called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  I just feel better acknowledging the fact that it is gone and will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-327670143696097844?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/327670143696097844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=327670143696097844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/327670143696097844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/327670143696097844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/04/death-of-dell-laptop.html' title='Death of a Dell Laptop'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-4913565680410614344</id><published>2008-03-24T14:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:08:04.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Blogs'/><title type='text'>Happiness Project Alex Shalman</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for a wonderful blog to read go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shalman&lt;/span&gt;.com.  What a wonderful way to start the day.  He has a new thing going on that is interactive with other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.  You take the questions to the Happiness Project and answer them.  Let him know and he will read all of them and then spot light certain ones on his web site.  All of the reading is great ,to be able to see lots of peoples lives and how they are happy and stay happy is really inspirational.  I answered the questions for the Happiness Project and tried to link it to Alex.  Oh and that is where the happiness stopped.  I not only could not figure out how to link this blog to it but also lost my answers.  Ah yes once again this computer has beaten me.  Never the less. I will keep blogging and someday I will get this all figured out. &lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-4913565680410614344?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4913565680410614344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=4913565680410614344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4913565680410614344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4913565680410614344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/happiness-project-alex-shalman.html' title='Happiness Project Alex Shalman'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-5364753430521867760</id><published>2008-03-18T10:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:08:58.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>More on teenagers Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Breana&lt;/span&gt; had a complete melt down at 5:30 am.  Thinks she is being treated like a dog.  Lets see: she has her own room, central air, in-ground pool in back yard, full refrigerator, cell phone, color TV/with cable, nice clothes, private shower, tub, toilet, the kind of shampoo, deodorant, make-up, that she wants.  It doesn't seem that bad.  A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of people have all of the creature comforts that they could want and still are miserable.  That is how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Breana&lt;/span&gt; feels. &lt;br /&gt;The question is, how do you make a miserable teenager realize that life is not that bad and that you don't have to play games with the people that take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;Why in this human life does it have to be so hard.  Why does the human life have to hit rock bottom before we appreciate what we have.  Why do teenagers' have to turn their backs on the people that love and care for them and take up with people who will hurt them, lower there self esteem, maybe even get them arrested.&lt;br /&gt;So the cell phone went to work with my daughter this morning.  She thinks that she will die without it.  I am hoping not.&lt;br /&gt;If she can get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; this part of her life, she could possibly turn out to be a fairly nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Choices'&lt;/span&gt; have to be made, and they are on her shoulders.  Hopefully she will make the correct ones.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-5364753430521867760?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/5364753430521867760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=5364753430521867760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/5364753430521867760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/5364753430521867760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-on-teenagers-part-2.html' title='More on teenagers Part 2'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-1836996826438086637</id><published>2008-03-17T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:23:47.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>More on teenagers</title><content type='html'>Trying to raise a teenager is hard.  Trying to raise a teenager that is not yours is even harder.  My daughter, married a man with children. &lt;br /&gt;Brandon is 20, and in college, pretty much a normal 20 year old thinks his father is made of money and should share with him but other than that a fairly pleasant person to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Breana&lt;/span&gt; is 16, highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; and does not have to put much effort into being a high B student.  Spent last year hating her father and doing all that she could to try and ruin her life.  the gist of last year ended up being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;juvenile&lt;/span&gt; hall, probation, and being shipped off to relatives in the country.&lt;br /&gt;This year she is in an alternative school, dating a felon, and playing games at home. &lt;br /&gt;Not being related to this teenager it makes it much easier to see, the way she tries and succeeds at manipulating others, myself included.  They can look and sound so innocent and it only takes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; second to be sucked in.   Right now she is grounded for not being able to make it home on time.  Has an excuse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; but just can't make it in the door.  Seems to me it is a power play, just has to push the envelope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.  If this was an episode of "Dog Whisperer" it would be about who is the alpha dog.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, Maybe we should have Cesar Milan come by.&lt;br /&gt;More on this to come.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-1836996826438086637?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/1836996826438086637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=1836996826438086637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1836996826438086637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1836996826438086637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-on-teenagers.html' title='More on teenagers'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-7621227893936299931</id><published>2008-03-14T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:25:52.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Family Loss</title><content type='html'>We put the old dog down today.  It wasn't my dog it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brandons&lt;/span&gt;'  His name was Jake.  I can imagine that at sometime in his life he was brave, majestic, loyal, handsome, and maybe even smelled good.&lt;br /&gt;I believe he was a chocolate lab.  Had a kind spirit, didn't ask much, just a few dog bones, he gave up along time ago that someone would walk him, pay attention to him,  or have a kind word or smile.&lt;br /&gt;He must have been around 16, don't know for sure.  He came with my daughters new husband and family.  The kids Brandon 20 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Breana&lt;/span&gt; 16 forgot about him along time ago.  Or maybe he was never appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days he hasn't been able to get up or relieve himself.  Sad. &lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that he is running in some field somewhere and that someone is loving him for just who he is.  I hope that where ever his soul has gone that someone is there to keep him company.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye Old Dog.  Hope you find a better life.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-7621227893936299931?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/7621227893936299931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=7621227893936299931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/7621227893936299931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/7621227893936299931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-loss.html' title='Family Loss'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-8045329671546091102</id><published>2008-03-13T10:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:38:38.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><title type='text'>John Chow and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, I am addicted to the advice and information that you can find on the web.  Like my previous blog, I am still looking for the step by step instructions on how to connect to the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; world. &lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JohnChow&lt;/span&gt;.com and he is great, lots of information and a free e-book on how to link to everything.  I do believe I have a mind block when it comes to following directions.  Or maybe I am making it way to difficult to do .  I will admit pushing the correct buttons, and entering the info in the correct places seems a daunting task for me.  My brother is busy and my daughter threw her back out so I am back to doing this on my own.  I found Alex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shalmans&lt;/span&gt;' website &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; John Chow.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lots&lt;/span&gt; of great information of personal growth and positive thinking.  I would classify  him on the same pages as Anthony Salerno, Joseph Murphy, and Wayne Dyer. &lt;br /&gt;I have hooked up his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RSS&lt;/span&gt; feed to my home page so I can start my day with his and John Chows blogs.&lt;br /&gt; I guess what I actually doing is procrastinating on getting started on my own blogs.  If I can sit at the computer and read great blogs, then run out of time to write my own.  It makes me feel much better than staying in bed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ignoring&lt;/span&gt; the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I will get all of this figured out and I will find the rest of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.  I have thoughts to share.&lt;br /&gt;So thanks John and Alex,  I appreciate the advice, and warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fuzzes&lt;/span&gt;.  See you in the morning over coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-8045329671546091102?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/8045329671546091102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=8045329671546091102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/8045329671546091102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/8045329671546091102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/john-chow-and-friends.html' title='John Chow and Friends'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-8453080343209403814</id><published>2008-03-11T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:36:28.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of computers'/><title type='text'>blog,domain,rss,diggi,delicious,backlinks etc</title><content type='html'>In the 70's I learned to use computers, Really complicated things like fortran, rpg, pl1 and 2 basic.  Then there were the systems zenix Unix dos. &lt;br /&gt;You had to keep your keypunch cards in order and neatly stacked and you had to have air conditioning to keep your computer cool. &lt;br /&gt;I never did get very good at fortran and the system that we used on our main frame was Unix.  When they invented windows it was not compatible with Unix so you had to be very careful when entering data not to confuse the poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then they invented the PC.  and Bill made all of our lives much more fulfilled.  Just click on an icon and it took you to where you needed to go. &lt;br /&gt;Then came Excite, Yahoo and Google.  I no longer had to run the kids to the library or pay for the yearly Annuals that went with the encyclopedias that went out of date before you could read them.&lt;br /&gt;Now we have this blog action going on, I will admit that I read blogs for a long time before I started one.   Kinda like being a voyeur, in on conversations in a restaurant, but better, people actually wanting to know your opinion. &lt;br /&gt;So I start this blog and there is no one to read it.  Then I find out that I need to know all of the above: domain, rss, diggi,delicious, back links, blog groups etc.&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading and studying for the past 3 months and I must say alot of it is interesting but I have not figured it out yet. &lt;br /&gt;So if by chance you stumble across this please sent me a message to let me know that you were here.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-8453080343209403814?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/8453080343209403814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=8453080343209403814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/8453080343209403814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/8453080343209403814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogdomainrssdiggideliciousbacklinks.html' title='blog,domain,rss,diggi,delicious,backlinks etc'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-7057720260220983630</id><published>2008-03-10T15:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:24:21.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Human'/><title type='text'>Living ADHD 2</title><content type='html'>I learned to control my outward movement and noise out of self-preservation.  No one likes to be in trouble all the time.  Plus start adding the guilt thing, by parents, teachers, grandparents, aunts, uncles neighbors anyone who could make you  feel guilty about the fact that you were not doing, learning or acting like you should.  Like other kids did.  Pretty soon you work out a way to keep all of these people happy and still pursue your own interest. &lt;br /&gt;I think this is a good time to mention that I was raised Catholic, went to Catholic school, My mom was the school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Secretary&lt;/span&gt;, my dad was in the Knights of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Columbus&lt;/span&gt;.  I only mention this cause I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the guilt thing is imposed on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;psyche&lt;/span&gt; by the Catholic thing.  the Catholic thing is a whole other blog and I will try to get to it one day.&lt;br /&gt;Once I learned to control my outward movement and noise making, I found the most wonderful universe inside my own mind.  I remember being in class and mentally being hundreds of other places.  I could go fishing, sailing, swimming , fly with a bird that went past the window, feel the wind on my face as I soared along beside, wings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;outstretch&lt;/span&gt;, looking down at the rest of the world and yes, still hear Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Laurtencia&lt;/span&gt; ask me to come to the board and write the answer.  And have the correct answer!.  Thank you God, for auto-pilot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-7057720260220983630?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/7057720260220983630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=7057720260220983630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/7057720260220983630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/7057720260220983630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/living-adhd-2.html' title='Living ADHD 2'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-7207594478893844029</id><published>2008-03-10T14:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:01:49.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Human'/><title type='text'>living ADHD 1</title><content type='html'>I screamed (not cried) for the first 6 months of my life.  I don't remember but anyone who new my parents in 1950, 1951 will attest to the fact that I screamed for the first 6 months of my life.  My mother would correct anyone if they said the crying baby, to the screaming baby.  They said it was colic and they treated me with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paregoric&lt;/span&gt; ( it is a opiate).&lt;br /&gt; Don't know if it worked, I would say not to good, since I screamed for 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;When I was in my 20's and experimenting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recreational&lt;/span&gt; drugs (like everyone else in the 60's and 70's) she blamed it on the fact that they treated me with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paregoric&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't think she ever admitted to herself that I was and am hyper-active.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any memories of being younger than 5 years old.  Don't know if that has anything to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; or not.  I believe it has to do with the fact that my brain jumps around so much that I probably was just on auto-pilot during those years.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in elementary school and jumping around from seat to seat and singing songs and pretty much creating havoc in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;any ones&lt;/span&gt; classroom I found it easiest to only remember what I needed to pass a test or make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the day.  It made my mom happy and my teachers happy.  I never tried to learn anything just for me, just to please the important people in my life.  Also to keep myself out of trouble.  Even people with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;, will go the extra mile to stay out of the hot seat. &lt;br /&gt;Moving and making noise was my highest priority.  I remember just wanting to run , skip, jump, hop, sing, you name it, if it had to do with movement or noise I was there.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how I was able to learn anything.  But somehow I retained what was taught to me.  That is why I call it auto-pilot.  My mind screamed from one place to another.  The hardest thing to do was listen to someone who was talking about something for more than a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt; Somehow I figured out a way to disconnect part of my brain to listen to what was being said and retain it.  The major part of my brain I used for what was important to me.  I would say by 3rd or 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade I had learned to sit still quit singing and talking out loud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-7207594478893844029?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/7207594478893844029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=7207594478893844029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/7207594478893844029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/7207594478893844029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/living-adhd-1.html' title='living ADHD 1'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-3186492238778701601</id><published>2008-03-10T10:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:53:55.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Human'/><title type='text'>Living with ADHD</title><content type='html'>This is something that has been with me all of my life. &lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I had no idea that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from other people.  Had no idea why I was always in trouble, being punished, told to settle down, not being allowed to go places. &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the old 8mm movies that were taken by my Dad and Uncle Joe I am absolutely amazed at the things that I am doing.  Crawling under tables, jumping up and down, sticking my hand in front of the camera.  After viewing the old films, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; that I wasn't locked up, tied up with duck tape, or heavily sedated.  My poor parents.&lt;br /&gt;It is really a very frustrating place to be, having a mind that jumps from one place to another.  Great if not fantastic ideas popping into your mind and before you can act on them they are gone.  Knowing that family, friends, and complete strangers do not want you to be around.  When you finally realize that you do not think or act like the rest of society you get to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; every emotion that is available.  Angry because you are misjudged, Sad cause no one understands, Mad cause you are a good person just different, glad that you are different.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting still as a child was an impossible thing for me.  I can only explain it my way.  There was a vibration in me like a rocket sitting on the launch pad.  The longer I tried to be quiet and sit still the higher the vibration got and like a rocket when the vibration got to strong I had to move, kick my feet, swing my arms, sing out loud.  I understand now the frustration that caused for the people around me but to me it was a happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;, a rush,  almost orgasmic.  I do not remember any unhappy days as a small child  even thou my behavior, I am sure created &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of them for my love ones.   Being corrected, punished, spanked, was just part of living and it would pass out of my mind just a quickly as those fantastic thoughts did.  I never had to worry about what to think cause thoughts just screamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my mind and if one is bad, it will be gone before I can put any really serious thought into it.&lt;br /&gt;I must say I am having a hard time with tense writing this cause it should be written in a past tense since it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; over 45 years ago but most of it is still true today thou, most of the time I can control the physical behavior and have learned to sit still and be quiet.  In fact I have learned to enjoy sitting still and love quiet.&lt;br /&gt;In the 1950's when I was a child there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt;' any drugs to calm children who were hyper active.  That was probably good for me, but not so good for the rest of the people in my universe. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could have 2 lives maybe if someone could have slowed down my speedy mind and body I might have been a more productive and successful person.  But I would not want to give up who I am, its just back to the what ifs...  I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people who have normal minds and they have some of the same problems I have.  Or maybe the what ifs are just a part of being human&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-3186492238778701601?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/3186492238778701601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=3186492238778701601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/3186492238778701601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/3186492238778701601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/03/living-with-adhd.html' title='Living with ADHD'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-4062925102939788616</id><published>2008-02-18T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:37:38.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult education'/><title type='text'>Teenagers</title><content type='html'>I have been staying with my daughter, grandson, and step-grandaughter.  The step is a teenager.  &lt;br /&gt;Now that can be bad, and sometimes down right enlightening. &lt;br /&gt;I guess in the grand scheme of things she is just an average teenager.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the enlightening part.  Alot of the things that we take for granted or just everyday knowledge are brand new and exciting for 16 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;If you can open your mind and have alot of fortitude you will find being around teens is really good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Breana has started her 1st job.  What an exciting conversation we had about taxes and why we have them, and why they take them out of your check autiomatically.  I had to get on line and look up all kinds of things that I should have known and had forgotten.  Didn't question. &lt;br /&gt;I must say she was quite distressed that the government took so much of her money and the fact that she could not do anything about it.  Now there is the kicker, "we can't do anything about it"&lt;br /&gt; When did I get to the point in my mind that "we can't do anything about it"  It happened somewhere along the way, that you stop making waves leave it up to the politicians, oh the policitians now that is another blog all together,  Talk politics with a teenager.  Try to explain how we as adults have allowed there world to be as tied up in war as was ours during Viet Nam.&lt;br /&gt;So if you get the chance spend some time with a teenager, you just don't know what you might have to re-learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-4062925102939788616?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4062925102939788616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=4062925102939788616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4062925102939788616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4062925102939788616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/02/teenagers.html' title='Teenagers'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-4030963698818301531</id><published>2008-01-31T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:50:00.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Blogs'/><title type='text'>Mondaymorningpower</title><content type='html'>I seem to spend a lot of time jumping from one blog to another, never remembering where I was when I read a really great blog. I am a member of a couple of blogger groups and recieve e-mail from them on a daily basis. That is good and that is bad. I get on to read a topic and that topic leads to another topic etc etc etc. Next thing you know I have been on line for a couple of hours and needless to say have not written a thing in my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;One of the blogs that I came accross is the title of this blog, MondayMorningPower.com. It took me 2 visits to this site to get to the true content. I found this site really interesting lots of stuff to read and think about. Now I am reading the true reason that this blog was started. I guess you could put it in the self-help catergory. But I don't want anyone to say "Oh no another self-help blog" I am truly finding alot of inspiring information in the content of Mondaymorningpower. I am only to installment #10 and am really excited about what I am reading. I have read alot of the books that the quotes on this blog are from. The biggest dissappointment I have found in self-help books is that it all sounds good but there is no step by step way to apply it. What I have read so far seems to have a process to initiate a way to change your thoughts and that will change your life.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to read everything on this blog and will be writing about how it is working for me and how well it really works.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent most of my life thinking that I was missing something. One time I actually thought that there was a secret to living a prosperious and happy life and some how my name was left of the list of people who were suppose to know it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I myself am my own worse enemy, somewhere along the way I decieded that I did not deserve to have more that what I now have, and if I do feel guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;The guilt part I will get into on another day.&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance take a look at this blog I do believe that there is something for everyone to learn and alot of it can be found at MondayMorningPower.com&lt;br /&gt;PS sorry for the misspelled words, my spell check is not working&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-4030963698818301531?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4030963698818301531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=4030963698818301531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4030963698818301531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4030963698818301531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/01/mondaymorningpower.html' title='Mondaymorningpower'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-1108901595569893452</id><published>2008-01-30T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:02:06.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pogo games on line'/><title type='text'>Pogo</title><content type='html'>If you spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time on line and it is not doing work or research.  You may just be a Pogo addict.  That is what my son-in-law calls it. &lt;br /&gt;I found Pogo in 2000, I lived in Ohio and a person can get really bored in the winter time.  No sun, cold, roads lousy with slush and pot holes.  If you have ever been in Ohio in the winter you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Pogo has great graphics, a place to chat and make friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; kinds of entertainment.  I pretty much think it is great. &lt;br /&gt;My daughter is in the Air Force, needless to say we spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time away from each other.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thru&lt;/span&gt; Pogo we are able to stay in touch.  It is great fun when your daughter is in Iraq (or places in that desert that I can not spell,) and you can spend a pleasant time chatting and playing Gin or Poker, just spinning on one of the slots like Hog Heaven,  telling each other the mundane things that have happened.  My grandson, Christian is now  a member to Pogo.  He is eight, nothing pleases me more than to have him find me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; his friends list and ask me to play a game with him.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am at the daughters house and the grandson lives here too.  (This is where the addict part comes in)  We will all three get on line in the evening, Christian on the PC and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Krisann&lt;/span&gt; and I sitting on the couch next to each other on our laptops and play Dice Derby or what ever game Christian likes to play.  We giggle and laugh and I am not thinking we are addicts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-1108901595569893452?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/1108901595569893452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=1108901595569893452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1108901595569893452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1108901595569893452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2008/01/pogo.html' title='Pogo'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-5190699110885090634</id><published>2007-12-16T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:57:37.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sirius Radio and Christmas</title><content type='html'>Another blog about my Sirius radio. &lt;br /&gt;Last week we were in a pretty hairy storm off the coast of Hatteras, NC. and of course I had my Sirius radio to dance off the winds and waves.  Well Classic Vinyl (ch. 14) was a little to much for all the wind and waves, Coffeehouse (ch. 30) was to mellow so I started the big search. &lt;br /&gt;What is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; background music for a storm off Hatteras? &lt;br /&gt;It is December and I finally found Road House (ch.42) it had country Christmas, now I am not a big country fan but at least it was seasonal. &lt;br /&gt;Today I got on line to see if I could find a little bit more appealing Christmas music for my ears.  I must say they have several seasonal stations to pick from.  Right now I am listening to channel 2.  Nice mix of modern and traditional Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely looking forward to the 21 of December when they will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;activate&lt;/span&gt; a whole channel to Bing Crosby and and all of the old Christmas songs.  I can guarantee you I will be there listening and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about being young and all of the warm and fuzzy memories and feelings that come with Bing and Perry, White Christmas, Mom and Dad, decorating the tree, black and white TV.  So thank you again Sirius Radio you have made my day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-5190699110885090634?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/5190699110885090634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=5190699110885090634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/5190699110885090634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/5190699110885090634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2007/12/sirius-radio-and-christmas.html' title='Sirius Radio and Christmas'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-3010732218617920086</id><published>2007-12-16T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T12:03:18.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salad spinner</title><content type='html'>I have found a new use for my salad spinner.  I live on a sailboat so I have to go to the laundramat to do dirty clothes.  I work for a catering service and wash my tuxedo shirt and black pants quite often by hand.  If you put the washed items seperately in your salad spinner and spin, it will remove most of the excess water and your clothes will dry much quicker.  When I get home from work I spray cuffs, collar and any other stains with Oxy-clean put sprayed item in sald spinner, add enough water to cover item and let sit over night.  When I rinse it in the morning all stains come out with out scrubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I salute the salad spinner and Oxy-clean for making my life much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-3010732218617920086?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/3010732218617920086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=3010732218617920086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/3010732218617920086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/3010732218617920086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2007/12/salad-spinner.html' title='Salad spinner'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-6186353668037996910</id><published>2007-11-25T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T12:38:04.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sirius satellite radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I got bored with pogo, what can I tell you, If your not winning do something else.&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt; radio on my boat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; where I live by the way.&lt;br /&gt;In case your have never heard or had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt; you are doing yourself a great disservice. I've had it for over a year and it is great. I usually have on the coffee house which is channel 30 or 31. Tonight I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to listen to something more upbeat. I dialed in Classic Vinyl channel 14. I can not believe all the memories that have flooded my mind. I have been up dancing to the Stones, Grateful Dead, Guess Who, you name it. Oh the dancing thing is OK, I live by myself, Maybe I should cover the port holes in case anyone walks by and they think I have gone nuts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right they know I am nuts.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a boat or car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt; is easy to pick up anywhere. the only thing that I have had a problem with is my microwave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;interferes&lt;/span&gt; with the signal. So just don't nuke anything in the middle of a good song.&lt;br /&gt;Jon (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;captain&lt;/span&gt;) that I work with bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt; for a friend of his that lives in the Bahamas. Delivered it last week when we did the boat delivery. It came in really clear.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have about 120 channels to chose from. Have yet to not find the right one for my mood or like tonight to change my mood.&lt;br /&gt;So this is to me a great way to have fun on a cold lazy day&lt;br /&gt;Channel 14, Classic Vinyl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt; Satellite Radio&lt;br /&gt;Kinks, Moody Blues, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zepplin&lt;/span&gt;, Jefferson Airplane, Pink Floyd, Who, Beatles, Cream, Clapton, Its a Beautiful Day, Zephyr and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;If you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt;, and listen to Stevie Ray Vaughn and know what channel that would be let me know. I like him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; but this channel is to good to change to go channel surfing.&lt;br /&gt;Good listening all,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-6186353668037996910?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/6186353668037996910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=6186353668037996910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/6186353668037996910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/6186353668037996910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2007/11/sirus-satellite-radio.html' title='sirius satellite radio'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-2402667710101959680</id><published>2007-11-25T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:13:42.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold lazy day in Va</title><content type='html'>Well Thanksgiving is over and I ate to much as usual. I worked on Thanksgiving, no family around so I thought I would make some money instead. Miss having family around during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Got back from the Bahamas on the 20Th, It was also my birthday (57) spent the whole day (18 hrs) in airports, cancelled flights and all of that crap. It was just myself and Jon (the captain) on this delivery. Made for some really long nights, someone always has to be up and on watch. It took us 6 days after leaving Charleston, SC. We took the outside as usual, and cut straight across the Atlantic. Past the Abacos, thru Hole-in-wall, across the banks, to Georgetown in the Exhumes. Absolutely the most beautiful place on earth. There is no way to explain the colors of the water and the breezes. Breath taking coral reefs.&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna attach some pics to this but I am going nuts trying to load them. Ahh computers, guaranteed to keep you crazy and wishing you knew what you were doing.&lt;br /&gt;Got a new HP printer, scanner, fax, figured out how to scan pics but can't figure out how to attach them to this blog. From now on I will use an online company to develop my pics. Still like holding the damn things in my hands. I know time to jump into the 21st century. I have several shoe boxes of pics from the previous 50 years of my life, you think I would get over holding them in my hands and leave it all on line.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lazy part of my day, I have spent most of today playing Pogo, (if you don't know what that is go to Pogo.com and have a ball) My mother would sit for hours when I was a kid and play solitaire, I have become my Mother, (proudly) I sit for hours playing Pogo. My grandson even has a Pogo account. Hes in Texas, do you have any idea how great it is to sit in Va and play games with him. He even talks to me in chat. Christian (grandson) is only 8 so I think it is pretty cool that he talks to me in chat.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I do believe that I have typed enough, think I will go back to Pogo and be lazy again.&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-2402667710101959680?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/2402667710101959680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=2402667710101959680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/2402667710101959680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/2402667710101959680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2007/11/cold-lazy-day-in-va.html' title='Cold lazy day in Va'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-5108136523333689079</id><published>2007-11-11T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:45:21.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahamas</title><content type='html'>Just got home from work, and should be packing.  I work with a delivery captain 4 to 8 times a year to deliver rich peoples boats.  We are taking a Cataraman to georgetown in the Bahamas.  I love the open sea, and can't wait to go.  I will get back to you with wonderful stories after the 20th of November.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-5108136523333689079?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/5108136523333689079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=5108136523333689079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/5108136523333689079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/5108136523333689079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2007/11/bahamas.html' title='Bahamas'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-1153734987269319589</id><published>2007-11-09T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:08:11.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Tired</title><content type='html'>I am so tired that I haven't even logged on in 2 days.  I am working at a Kosher Jewish Synagouge on a wedding that will take place on Saturday evening.  I must say that all of the people I am working with are fantastic, but the hours have been long and I am just tired. &lt;br /&gt;Will get back to this after Saturday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-1153734987269319589?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/1153734987269319589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=1153734987269319589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1153734987269319589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/1153734987269319589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-tired.html' title='Just Tired'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-6111330998214072509</id><published>2007-11-06T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:54:43.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>day 3 is crazy</title><content type='html'>So here it is day 3 of blogging.  I went somewhere, didn't leave bread crumbs and then they asked me for my url???  Got out went to help, got my url.  Uh Oh don't know where I was can't get back and have no idea how to find out where it was.  God you have to love it.  I haven't left my seat for over an hour and am so lost, I may never get back to where I was. &lt;br /&gt;I guess it is time for a cocktail, and a few deep breaths.  Oh yes I also need to go to my address book and write with ink on paper all of my contacts e-mail addresses.  I can not figure out how to transfer them from excite to google.  I don't have to worry about the writers strike in Hollywood, I will be trying to figure out what I am doing and will not be able to watch the reruns.  See there is good in all adversity.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that this is all very exciting. &lt;br /&gt;So here I sit on my sailboat, listening to the wind in the rigging and playing on the computer, could life be any better.&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-6111330998214072509?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/6111330998214072509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=6111330998214072509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/6111330998214072509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/6111330998214072509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-3-is-crazy.html' title='day 3 is crazy'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-6543992700422122408</id><published>2007-11-05T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:47:46.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken soup</title><content type='html'>As the weather gets cooler. The thought of soup comes to mind or to the taste buds. I talked to brother Frank yesterday and reminisced about Mom. When she was on Chemo, she wanted chicken soup at least once a week. It got to the point that I not only didn't want to eat it but I didn't want to make it ever again. Now that Mom is gone. I get the warm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuzzy's&lt;/span&gt; when I make it.&lt;br /&gt;Pat's Chicken Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use what ever part or parts of the Chicken you want. I use about 4 Chicken legs myself.&lt;br /&gt;Boil the chicken legs in just enough water to cover them. Use a 4 quart pan or larger. After about 1/2 hour, remove the chicken legs and add the vegetables. I use College Inn chicken broth it is my personal preference, add a box (32 oz). I guess you can get it in cans also, I like the boxes better they don't rust and there not as heavy in the trash. Add pepper to taste. When chicken cools off enough to handle take all the meat off the bones, I cut it up into bite size pieces. Discard bones and skin. Put chicken back into pan. Let all simmer for about another 1/2 hour. Then add noodles. I like the really thin ones. Homemade is best, I use Vida's noodles. I don't think you can get them anywhere but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barberton&lt;/span&gt; Ohio, I have connections there and they mail them to me. You can also add rice but cook it first. 1 cup of rice should do. Remove Parsnip or eat it. I don't like to eat it so I throw it away. I do not salt soup till it is in the bowl in front of me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; your ready get a bowl and enjoy. Hope it gives you that warm and fuzzy feeling too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 chicken legs&lt;br /&gt;1 stalk of celery chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 large slice of onion chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of sliced carrots&lt;br /&gt;1 parsley root or parsnip whole&lt;br /&gt;pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;32 oz Chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;noodles or rice&lt;br /&gt;Total time till you have soup is 2 hrs but if you let it cool, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;refrigerate&lt;/span&gt; over night and eat it the next day it taste much better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-6543992700422122408?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/6543992700422122408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=6543992700422122408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/6543992700422122408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/6543992700422122408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2007/11/chicken-soup.html' title='Chicken soup'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679130653337174631.post-4537343817526427071</id><published>2007-11-04T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T12:31:50.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just starting'/><title type='text'>First day of Blogging</title><content type='html'>I have just been a reader of blogs and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to jump in and test the waters.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am here all of the great thoughts I had, have run out of my head. &lt;br /&gt;Guess I will wait till tomorrow to put them into words&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8679130653337174631-4537343817526427071?l=as-a-thought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/feeds/4537343817526427071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8679130653337174631&amp;postID=4537343817526427071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4537343817526427071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8679130653337174631/posts/default/4537343817526427071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-a-thought.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-day-of-blogging.html' title='First day of Blogging'/><author><name>patgiron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984500113983254980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqQgxi5dMAU/R9VU3b4PWWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KfBj45STwZk/S220/chatandchillpat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
