<?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-5508867</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:53.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gusto Gal</title><subtitle type='html'>My Web log</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-7304350001389455897</id><published>2007-08-01T23:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:52:06.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, on the bay, a military plane flew overhead while we were afloat in the Bayliner.  We were waving just for fun and the pilot tipped his wing as a greeting. I think this may be the next book I read.  The author's bio is really nifty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/7304350001389455897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/7304350001389455897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#7304350001389455897' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-1680085417766467604</id><published>2007-07-31T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:15:40.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some interesting notes about today:My grandpa would have turned 105 today.Heidi would have turned 40.I ate birthday cake for part of my breakfast.The sunset was just perfect tonight--beautiful glowing red, but not blinding.The manager at one of my favorite restaurants in town made an exception just for me.  Sweet gestures like this sometimes make me feel incredibly fortunate.I came across someone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/1680085417766467604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/1680085417766467604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#1680085417766467604' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-3169344618256713248</id><published>2007-07-21T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:36:52.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday night we took our houseguest to The Cherry Hut for dinner.  We were seated at a table for a few minutes when a little guy, maybe 3 or 4 years old, approached me.  He was wearing blue Crocs. My dad said, "I like your shoes.  I need to get some of those." The boy replied, "You'll get some someday."  Then he went straight to the subject of his curiosity. "How does this chair work?" he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/3169344618256713248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/3169344618256713248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#3169344618256713248' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-7899848540950250187</id><published>2007-07-13T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:01:37.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have had some wonderful vacation days in the past few weeks. First, we stayed at this hotel in Battle Creek.   We saw the whole team of Blue Angels, and they went out of their way to give me special attention.  I had my greatest teehee of that trip Saturday night (June 30).  We were getting on the hotel elevator and a Blue Angel, looking all official, was already on board.  I spouted out:  "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/7899848540950250187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/7899848540950250187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#7899848540950250187' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-7250061271600035059</id><published>2007-06-25T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:43:45.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is time to jumpstart my writing again, so I'm going to return to blogging with the hope it will limber up my creativity a bit.  I'm in the midst of working on my master's thesis and suddenly I have turned into a clam.  It seems like I have lost all my easy breeziness, which was the hallmark of my light and fluffy writing style. What happened?  I'm not too sure. I thought, "Maybe I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/7250061271600035059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/7250061271600035059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#7250061271600035059' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-116743540546820063</id><published>2006-12-29T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:36:45.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou:  Happy New Year! 2007 1. What 2 things do you look forward to accomplishing in 2007?  This could be the year I complete NU's MFA program.  That would be exciting.  Also, I would like to establish a few new outlets for my writing; this means more networking on my part.  I need to be updating my personal/professional Web site, too.2. What is your favorite -007- (James Bond) movie?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/116743540546820063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/116743540546820063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#116743540546820063' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-116069116653764367</id><published>2006-10-12T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:12:46.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou:  Let's hear it for the girl Calendar Girl 1. Do you prefer a "day by day," "weekly" or "monthly calendar"? I have a Mary Engelbreit day by day sitting atop my printer that I just adore.2. What is the oddest girl's name you've heard? I thought Wave was really unusual when I first heard it, but now it is growing on me. Cover girl1. What was the last magazine cover that made you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/116069116653764367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/116069116653764367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#116069116653764367' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-115962967425644059</id><published>2006-09-30T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:21:14.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Homo farewell Sale/Sail1. What is the best sale item you have bought in the last month?  I picked up a sweater from Marshall Fields shortly ahead of it becoming Macys.  It was not initially on sale, but we bought it.  I never wore it and we returned/rebought when they had a sale day.2. Sailboat or parasail? I have been on a sailboat, but never parasailed.  I can imagine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/115962967425644059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/115962967425644059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#115962967425644059' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-115904477735902698</id><published>2006-09-23T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:52:57.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Repeat featBand/Banned 1. Do you have a favorite 80s band? Which one?  I don't pay too much attention to music.  For me, it is mostly just background sound, not any matter I give much attention.  I remember my mom playing the Flashdance soundtrack in the 80s.  "Let's Hear It for the Boy" is a song that I also specifically remember.  Chicago and Genesis, too, are bands that come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/115904477735902698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/115904477735902698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#115904477735902698' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-115851231985204406</id><published>2006-09-17T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:58:39.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: "Homo" funAil/Ale 1. What's good for all that ails you? I have several little comforts that make me feel good:  chicken noodle soup, my monogrammed blanket, smiling flowers, glass ornaments, sweet tea, ice cream, my cheery chickies atop my monitor, the chiming of our grandfather clock...2. Are you more of a Sprite/7-up person or a Vernor's/Ginger Ale person? Sprite/7-up is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/115851231985204406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/115851231985204406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#115851231985204406' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-114572189870246863</id><published>2006-04-22T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:04:59.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Hmmm...Incision Decision1. Have you ever had elective surgery? No way, Jose. 2. What made you decide to do the FFF this week? It was late at night when I saw the first set of questions and I was too tired to be working, so I just fired off my FFF. Executive decision1. If you could be the CEO of any existing company, who would you choose? Maybe, Hallmark.  Their gold crown would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114572189870246863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114572189870246863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#114572189870246863' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-114521862907476008</id><published>2006-04-16T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:17:09.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: And?Questions and answers1. How do you deal with people who ask nosy questions? I try to laugh it off, avoid answering and shift the conversation to a new subject.2. If you were going to be the new Today Show anchor, who would you choose to interview first? Maybe Katie Couric.  I'm having a hard time understanding why she would leave fluff stories and fun interviews for boring, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114521862907476008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114521862907476008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#114521862907476008' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-114453200871096677</id><published>2006-04-08T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:33:28.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: What's that yummy smell?Scentilicious1. What is your favorite scented hand lotion? I'm not a big lotion user, but I like this Summer Hill scent.  2. When it comes to candles, what is your favorite scent? I like pine candles. The scent usually seems quite close to true pine, and it makes me think of the "gorgeorgious" tree Sunshine helps us decorate. Bubblicious1. Breath mints or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114453200871096677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114453200871096677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#114453200871096677' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-114351473711466126</id><published>2006-03-27T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:03:39.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a cool fluff story, just my style:Because I care enough to post the very best!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114351473711466126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114351473711466126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#114351473711466126' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-114214091303614785</id><published>2006-03-12T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:21:53.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in a state lately where I have a ton of unfinished projects.  I'm somewhat OK with that, because it means I have projects going.  This incompleteness also makes me a little crazy, because well...nothing is getting done! I have three newspaper stories in the works, one of which I think has the potential to be better than the norm, because the material lends itself to creating a heartfelt story</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114214091303614785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114214091303614785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#114214091303614785' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-114153285361606670</id><published>2006-03-04T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:27:33.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou:  Egg-stra!Nest Egg1. Nestle or Hershey?  I would give Hershey the edge, I think.  The last candy bar I had was a Hershey's dark chocolate variety and it was quite scrumptious!2. Eggs: how do you like them cooked? I like them hard-boiled, deviled or once-in-a-blue-moon as an omelet.Green Eggs and Ham1. What is your favorite Dr. Seuss book?  "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114153285361606670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114153285361606670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#114153285361606670' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-114118722407418992</id><published>2006-02-28T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:27:04.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm trying to push myself to practice positive, productive pursuits during this two months I am free from school work.  So, here I am ready to try blogging again.  Thanks to Sunshine, my page has a fun, fresh look.  I'm honestly feeling rather rusty, tired and afraid right now.  We have a health scare happening here that is making me like a crazy person.  It should be OK in six to eight weeks, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114118722407418992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/114118722407418992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#114118722407418992' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-113604926929254770</id><published>2005-12-31T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T12:16:48.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou:  Enjoying the winter solsticeWinter Wonderland1. How do you keep warm during the winter time? Do you have a favorite jacket or type of coffee to warm you?  My favorite warmer-upper is the softie maroon blanket Sunshine gave me for my 30th birthday.  For sipping, my two favorite hot choices are sweet Earl Grey tea or cocoa ala tons of whipped cream.2. Do you ever wonder what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113604926929254770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113604926929254770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#113604926929254770' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-113487342652135844</id><published>2005-12-17T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:37:06.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Face itBaby face1. What is your favorite trick to make a fussing baby smile? Offering Cheerios or a cracker can be a quick fix.2. Whose face would you like to put on a postage stamp?  I'd like to see the traditional yellow smiley on a stamp.  Have they done that one?Poker face1. Do you enjoy playing cards games such at poker, rummy, gin, or even go fish or crazy eights? I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113487342652135844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113487342652135844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#113487342652135844' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-113364404633010777</id><published>2005-12-03T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:07:26.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: It's all an actPerformance Anxiety1. If you were in the circus, which trick/act would you want to perform? I would probably be some kind of a clown.  It is good to have the ability to see the humor in your own experiences and to make people laugh.2. Do you get anxious when speaking in public? Does the anxiety differ depending on the audience or topic? Yes, I don't even like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113364404633010777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113364404633010777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#113364404633010777' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-113181482922560281</id><published>2005-11-12T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T12:00:29.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Bird brainsThunderbird1.  Do you enjoy thunder and lightening storms? Not really.  I worry about losing power to the puter.2.  What kinds of birds do you get in your area?  Do you keep birdfeeders or special plants out for them?  Mom and Dad have become true birders.  We have two feeders right now that attract blue jays, cardinals, finches, nuthatches and woodpeckers.  During </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113181482922560281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113181482922560281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#113181482922560281' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-113114013774911786</id><published>2005-11-04T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:35:37.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week's Friday Frou Frou:  On the huntTreasure hunt1. If you uncovered one, what would you want to discover inside your treasure box? Journals of my ancestors.  Colorful glass beads.  Cutesy teacups.  Christmas ornaments.  Fancy writing papers. Fun reading material.2. What are you always hunting to find? E-mail addresses for people I need to interview.  I admit it...I have even stooped as low</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113114013774911786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/113114013774911786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#113114013774911786' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112697638775264735</id><published>2005-09-17T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T12:59:47.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Blue x 3Blue cheese1. What is a quick remedy when you are feeling blue? Putzing on the puter, going for a ride or eating ice cream.2. What is your favorite variety of cheese? Colby is probably the most multi-pupose cheese for me, but any cheese pleases me.  I'm from the "Mouse" family.Blue collar1. What is your favorite shade of blue?  Tanzanite blue.  It's a cross between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112697638775264735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112697638775264735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112697638775264735' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112641801763825793</id><published>2005-09-11T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:53:37.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Animation imaginationPixar1. What is your favorite Pixar Animation feature film?  If it is a kiddie movie, I'm probably going to like it.  "Finding Nemo" would probably get my vote for fave, but "Monsters, Inc." is a close second.2. What cartoon from the past do you think would make the next great Pixar Animation feature film? I'd like to see Felix the Cat ala Pixar.  He would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112641801763825793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112641801763825793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112641801763825793' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112623668311566303</id><published>2005-09-08T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:31:23.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Cause and effect Flooding1. Have you ever experienced a flood in your house, yard, community, etc.? What happened? No, not that I can remember.  The closest disaster-type situation I experienced would probably have been our Jeep fire.2. If you had to evacuate your home and community, where would you head? Stay in a hotel or with family/friends, etc?  If a hotel was available, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112623668311566303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112623668311566303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112623668311566303' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112549536476688586</id><published>2005-08-31T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:36:04.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou:  How does your garden grow? Sunflowers1. What are some of your favorite things to do once the sun goes down in the evening?  I don't watch TV too often, but if I am going to tune into a show, it is usually in the evening.  The later it gets in the day, also, the more likely I am to surf the Internet for pleasure reading and/or online solitaire games.2. What types of flowers do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112549536476688586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112549536476688586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112549536476688586' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112449239250836577</id><published>2005-08-19T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:59:52.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Hear me out, here.Sundae/Sunday1. When you build a sundae, what toppings do you include?  Hot fudge would probably be my first choice.  It seems like in my younger years I preferred fruitier toppings, like pineapple and strawberry, but somewhere along the line, that changed.2. What rituals do you have that make up your Sunday routine?  Almost every Sunday, I have a slow wake-up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112449239250836577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112449239250836577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112449239250836577' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112414051532734170</id><published>2005-08-15T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:18:23.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Lots of mail Junk Mail1. One person's junk, is another person's treasure. What "junk" item do you own and refuse to get rid of?  My orange smiley ornament is certainly not the most valuable in our collection, but it has always been my fave.2. Who generally checks your mail? Where is the mailbox located?  My e-mail I check whenever I hear a click.  As far as our snail mail, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112414051532734170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112414051532734170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112414051532734170' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112344795515109202</id><published>2005-08-07T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T16:52:35.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: In the kitchenEverything but the kitchen sink1. When you take a trip, how organized are you when it comes to packing? I tend to bring more than I need, "just in case," and yet there is always something I wish I had brought.2. Describe your kitchen sink area.  Our kitchen sink window looks out to Grand Traverse Bay and across to the village of Elk Rapids.  Last night was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112344795515109202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112344795515109202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112344795515109202' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112304172477827740</id><published>2005-08-02T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T00:02:04.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Face itPut on a Happy Face1. What automatically puts a smile on your face when you see it? Kittens, babies and smiling friends.2. When you draw a happy face, what features do you include (nose, ears, hair, etc.)? When I draw a smiley, I usually include eyes, nose, mouth, hair and often eyelashes.  When I type a smiley, I generally stick to just eyes and a mouth.Face the Music1. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112304172477827740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112304172477827740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112304172477827740' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112232365244993065</id><published>2005-07-25T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:34:12.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: The circle of life Born to be wild1. What time were you born?  I always have a hard time remembering if it was 4:41 or 4:43 p.m., but I think it was 4:41.2. Have you ever watched an animal giving birth? If yes, what kind?  I don't think so...maybe on a TV wildlife program.  I can't think of a specific case. Live strong!1. What is a good alternative to "living strong"? Sorry I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112232365244993065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112232365244993065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112232365244993065' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112155781372014048</id><published>2005-07-16T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:50:13.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: John Bartlett would be proud. "They're Here" -- Poltergeist1. AFI listed the top 100 movie quotes a couple of weeks ago. Which quote among them is the most memorable for you? Or which movie quote was not listed that you feel should have been? "E.T. phone home."  It seems like this movie must have been released on video when I was in high school...could that be?  Every teacher </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112155781372014048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112155781372014048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112155781372014048' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112122697197415879</id><published>2005-07-12T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:56:11.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night we went to Schelde's for dinner and the woman at the table next to us made a scene because her dessert wasn't "piping hot!"  I'm not sure what she ordered.  It looked like some kind of dumpling or cobbler, maybe, topped generously with vanilla ice cream.  If it was too steamy, the ice cream would have been soup in a second. How hot is "piping hot," anyway? Then, a guy at a table behind</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112122697197415879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112122697197415879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112122697197415879' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112087406345406800</id><published>2005-07-08T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:54:23.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This cherry festival week has been busy.  We moved from Monday to Friday in a flash.  We spent the evening of the fourth in Northport.  It is the cutest, little town.  I was sad to find out they tore down the old shipwreck building.  It was just a shop of junk and the owner died two or three years ago, so I wasn't totally shocked, but it almost felt like one of the area's historic sites.  Plus, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112087406345406800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112087406345406800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112087406345406800' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-112027906617373409</id><published>2005-07-02T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:37:46.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe I can actually get back to blogging now.  School finished last Saturday and I actually started a post then.  I was composing it in an e-mail message and I was nearly ready to enter it into Blogger, but my computer completely froze.  I tried every trick I knew to save my text, but nothing worked and I was forced to restart my system.  Grrrrrrrrr!  That was the end of that post and I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112027906617373409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/112027906617373409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#112027906617373409' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-111593775801345789</id><published>2005-05-12T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:42:38.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Boxing/BradMillion Dollar Baby1. What is the most likely way you would earn a million dollars? Maybe writing something or many somethings, but based on this screenwriting class I am taking now, it won't be writing screenplays!2. If you were choosing a baby name now, what would you choose? I like Katie-related names: Katrina, Katheryn, Katelyn Fight Club1. Have you ever been in a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111593775801345789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111593775801345789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#111593775801345789' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-111492050386907123</id><published>2005-05-01T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:08:23.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big sigh of relief!  That's what I am breathing!  My first of 10 NU classes is finished, and I have an entire weekend free to refresh, renew and get my wits collected before my Intro to Screenwriting class begins Monday.   I have been so consumed with assignments that I haven't written a good blog post in ages. Here are some notes about my life in the past eight weeks that I have neglected to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111492050386907123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111492050386907123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#111492050386907123' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-111483538215601640</id><published>2005-04-30T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:29:42.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Weathering the stormRainmaker1. What would you like to see the sky raining other than cats and dogs? Maybe feathers.  Maybe flower petals.  Maybe teehees.  Candy hearts would be really fun!2. What promise are you trying to make to yourself and keep? I'm trying to make the most of situations I cannot control, rather than fight them and make myself miserable. Snow Angel1. When you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111483538215601640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111483538215601640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#111483538215601640' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-111360519381142642</id><published>2005-04-15T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T18:46:33.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Action Film1. Does your camera take film or is it a digital? We have a digital camera now, but egadz...we sure are not too good about taking pictures with it!2. Which film, 25 years old or older, is one of your favorites? E.T. is quite close, because it is from 1982.  For a classic, Mary Poppins used to be a favorite.  I haven't seen it in ages, and I suspect it might be a tad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111360519381142642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111360519381142642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#111360519381142642' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-111289230020589627</id><published>2005-04-07T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:45:00.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: BrainiacsBrain Freeze1. What's sexier, a brainy (wo)man or a funny (wo)man? I think funny, because it takes a certain amount of brains to be funny.2. What is your favorite frozen treat? For quite some time now, it has been Minute Maid frozen lemonade. Brain teaser1. Who is the smartest person you know and how? (book smart, common sense smart, etc.) Well, the kind of person I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111289230020589627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111289230020589627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#111289230020589627' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-111184827396331160</id><published>2005-03-26T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T09:44:33.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Phone tagTelephone1. How long have you had your current home telephone number? What has been the longest amount of time you've had a certain number?  Hmmm, we have had it for between 5-10 years.  We lived down the street just a few houses for a short time and we were able to transfer the number from there.2. Do you think of e-mail and IM as "the new telephone"? Yes, e-mail and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111184827396331160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111184827396331160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#111184827396331160' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-111073086187484758</id><published>2005-03-13T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:21:01.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou:Show me1. What do you believe to be true, even though you can't prove it? Ice cream is good for you.2. When was the last time someone apologized to you? Care to share why the apology was necessary? The last distinct apology I remember was from the person at the Starbuck's cart for running out of hot chocolate ingredients.   Tell me1. How tricky is it to keep yourself from telling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111073086187484758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/111073086187484758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#111073086187484758' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110988346063532473</id><published>2005-03-03T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:57:40.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Job-hunting tipsJob1. What is your occupation and/or title? Freelance writer2. What job are you thankful you DON'T have? I cannot imagine being a police officer!  Thank goodness, the police academy will never want me. Hunting1. Do you often have to hunt for your keys or wallet, not remembering where you put them last? Keys or wallet, no, but e-mail messages or Word files, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110988346063532473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110988346063532473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110988346063532473' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110885152020764560</id><published>2005-02-19T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T17:18:40.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: What's your sign? Sign here1. With what road side sign you do most identify?  I think "DETOUR AHEAD" describes my life quite well.  I considered, "DEAD END," but only for a minute...teehee!2. Is your signature legible? It seems fairly clear to me unless there are strange circumstances like I have a wrong pen or my hands are cold. Sign language1. Do you know anyone who uses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110885152020764560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110885152020764560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110885152020764560' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110852757041587841</id><published>2005-02-15T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:19:30.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, an e-mail hit my box from an old friend.  It was addressed to me and maybe six or eight other people.  The note was just a brief, "How are you?"   Now, we have a little communication going, and it will probably last for a few messages. Then several months will pass before we catch up again.  Still, e-mail is the GREATEST!  Really, there is no excuse for being lonely when everyone is only a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110852757041587841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110852757041587841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110852757041587841' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110822829069925180</id><published>2005-02-12T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:11:30.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mooooving my Friday Frou Frou to Saturday:Cows1. Do you eat beef (if no, why)?  Yes, it's what's for dinner here plenty of nights.  I rarely, however, order any beefy item at a restaurant, because I never have the feeling it will be tender enough for me to chew.2. Do you wear leather (if no, why)? No, not because of any qualms I have about leather, but it is just too heavy and stiff for my mini </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110822829069925180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110822829069925180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110822829069925180' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110798849184987784</id><published>2005-02-09T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:34:51.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Feast from last weekAppetizer - If you were a dog, what breed would you be, and why? Maybe a Chihuahua, but I'm not really a yippy dog kind of gal. Soup - What does the color purple make you think of? Barney, grapes, lilacs, amethyst, diamonds, hearts, people-eatersSalad - Approximately how long does it take you to get ready each morning? To get out of the bedroom, dressed, into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110798849184987784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110798849184987784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110798849184987784' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110764073537860951</id><published>2005-02-05T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T16:58:55.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou on BloggalsLulu1. Tell me, what makes you go lulu?  People reluctant to use e-mail.  I know ... sometimes they have good reason, but ugh; strictly being selfish here, they really complicate my life.2. What word/syllable, that is repeated (such as "lulu" or "frou frou") are you particularly fond of? Haha, I guess.  I like to laugh.Gusto Gal1. What do you have or would you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110764073537860951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110764073537860951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110764073537860951' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110749141581666866</id><published>2005-02-03T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:30:15.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday I had my ear vacuumed and I feel like the machine pulled out everything in there.  I have a few projects in the works, so I'm not really at a loss for ways to fill my time, but all of them are taking soooo long to finish.  Ugh, I feel like I'm in slow motion. At least, we have made it to February.  Groundhog Phil did see his shadow yesterday, which means we have six more winter weeks yet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110749141581666866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110749141581666866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110749141581666866' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110703859337377386</id><published>2005-01-29T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:43:13.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: TV talkTalk Show1. In memory of Johnny Carson, which talk show (not necessarily night time) has been your favorite throughout the years? For me, it depends on the subject of the show or the personality being profiled.  One commentator/host is as good as another.  I do really like Oprah, but since she airs in the late afternoon, I rarely watch her.2. What would the name of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110703859337377386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110703859337377386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110703859337377386' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110671312147015852</id><published>2005-01-25T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:18:41.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tasted 7-Up Plus today.  It is such a pretty pink party color that I wanted to like the berry flavor, but phooey ... no such luck.  I wouldn't exactly describe it as disgusting, but I would never ask for a glass.  I shoulda had a V-8 ... nah, not that either!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110671312147015852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110671312147015852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110671312147015852' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110635838335144304</id><published>2005-01-21T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T20:46:23.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Red, white and blueRed 1. What are your favorite red items? CherryAde, rubies, ladybugs, the smiling Kool-Aid pitcher, sunsets2. What makes you turn red? Nerve-wracking situations like test-taking and big interviews make me hot, red and rashy. White1. Socks: white or colors? Sunshine is right.  I usually color coordinate.  It mostly is a tactic to draw as little attention</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110635838335144304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110635838335144304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110635838335144304' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110627634611461923</id><published>2005-01-20T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:59:06.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heaven has a new angel tonight and even though I didn't get a chance to know Clare, I feel like I should whisper up a prayer for her. One of the stories I am working on currently is about The Suite Dreams Project, an organization that creates dreamy bedrooms for children with serious medical conditions.  Not only am I trying to talk to people who run the nonprofit, but I also want to include </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110627634611461923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110627634611461923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110627634611461923' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110585417652296551</id><published>2005-01-16T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T00:42:56.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other day Sunshine asked how we were enjoying cable.  She knows it is a big deal around here because we have NEVER subscribed to cable.  Well, all that has changed now, but whoa what a fiasco it has been ... Our initial install date was Dec. 27, 2004, but for some reason, the technician never showed.  We rescheduled for Dec. 30 and that appointment worked, but the technician had to climb a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110585417652296551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110585417652296551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110585417652296551' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110574103585554965</id><published>2005-01-14T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T17:17:15.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Speaking of mannersPublic speaking1. What is the most memorable experience you have had speaking in public? Ugh, I avoid public speaking if at all possible.  The last time I can remember having to say something was at a smallish OU awards dinner.  My friend knew in advance that everyone would have to say a few lines, but she didn't tell me.  I was actually glad she didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110574103585554965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110574103585554965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110574103585554965' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110545871755081939</id><published>2005-01-11T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:59:17.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jung Explorer TestActualized type: ISFJ (who you are)      ISFJ -  "Conservator". Desires to be of service and to minister to individual needs - very loyal. 13.8% of total population.     Preferred type: ISFJ (who you prefer to be)      ISFJ -  "Conservator". Desires to be of service and to minister to individual needs - very loyal. 13.8% of total population.     Attraction type: INFJ      (who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110545871755081939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110545871755081939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110545871755081939' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110537722315896980</id><published>2005-01-10T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:13:43.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110537722315896980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110537722315896980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110537722315896980' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110522695320576419</id><published>2005-01-08T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:30:25.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Get Ready. Get Set. GO! Ready1. What is the next new activity or item you are ready to try? Today, I spent some time searching online master's degree programs in creative writing.  It appears National University offers one that I might investigate further.  This idea keeps brewing in the back of my brain ...2. How ready are you for the unexpected ... do you take it in stride</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110522695320576419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110522695320576419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110522695320576419' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110498962165663666</id><published>2005-01-06T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T00:33:41.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A techie came to our house this afternoon and hooked us all up with wireless cards and a router.  He was the perfect picture of a computer whiz -- a 21-year-old guy who could stare intently at a puzzling monitor.  One of his tools was this mammoth screwdriver that practically seemed like a sword.  He claimed that its size was, in truth, overkill, but according to him, "It looks cool."  Plus, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110498962165663666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110498962165663666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110498962165663666' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110487209505587537</id><published>2005-01-04T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T15:57:37.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The results told me I am: "Not nerdy, but then again maybe not all that cool either."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110487209505587537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110487209505587537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110487209505587537' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110462672978424048</id><published>2005-01-01T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:45:29.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Welcome, 2005!The New Year1. What has been your most memorable New Year's eve? I think it was one of my childhood NYEs with my cousins and their friends, playing in the basement with our new Christmas presents while the adults partied upstairs.  I had received a Merlin.  We turned out all the lights to play with it, because the game's lights glowed in the dark.  No champagne </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110462672978424048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110462672978424048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110462672978424048' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110399493357260937</id><published>2004-12-25T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:15:33.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Seasons Greetings EarthlingsSeasons1. What is your favorite seasoning (herb, mineral, etc.) for food? My favorite add-on is probably parmesan cheese.  I like salty food, but I rarely add salt to what I am eating for seasoning purposes. 2. What makes it REALLY feel like the Christmas season for you? Most years it is the bedecking of our tall tree as soon after Halloween as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110399493357260937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110399493357260937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110399493357260937' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110385971219565188</id><published>2004-12-23T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:41:52.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week has been all abustle with holiday activity.  Sunday night we went to a church cantata.  Monday night we celebrated with a friend who is heading out-of-town for the actual holiday.  Tuesday night we had family over for a small holiday celebration, featuring a home-cooked meal (meatloaf, smashed potatoes, green bean casserole and strawberry JELL-O.)  Wednesday, we rounded up a few final </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110385971219565188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110385971219565188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110385971219565188' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110347939066809265</id><published>2004-12-19T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T13:03:10.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Double talkContest/contested1. If you organized a contest, describe the game, rules, players and prizes. Hmmmm ... I think I might organize an online scavenger hunt.  No huge prize, but it could be a fun way to introduce players to cool sites.2. Have you ever contested a decision/idea? What was the outcome? The most recent time that comes to mind is when I just needed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110347939066809265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110347939066809265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110347939066809265' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110330295714407877</id><published>2004-12-17T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:02:37.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had such a wonderful away-cation!  I want to write about it before I forget the details that made it so fabulous.Thursday night we met Paula's new Havanese puppy, Maverick.  He is such a cutie.  Our trip was smooth sailing, and we made several speedy drop-offs before settling into our hotel.Friday, I spent most of the day with Sunshine catching up and cruising Twelve Oaks.  She helped me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110330295714407877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110330295714407877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110330295714407877' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110308229616386256</id><published>2004-12-14T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:44:56.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Incoherent (and really late!)Brrrr1. It's that time of year, it's getting cold. What is your favorite way to warm up? This chilly season, it is sampling hot cocoa at locations across T.C.2. When was the last time you gave someone the cold shoulder?  A brisk reception isn't really my style.  I am more of a quit-making-the-effort kind of person than someone who is overtly cold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110308229616386256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110308229616386256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110308229616386256' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110255797314980334</id><published>2004-12-08T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T21:06:13.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We return to familiar territory tomorrow, but we will be staying in a hotel.  For some reason I haven't quite psyched out yet, I think the trip may make me feel more "homesick" than I have been so far.All the time we have been in T.C. has been REALLY busy.  Every day has had its own little project ... changing addresses, getting established in the area, managing routine work and then preparing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110255797314980334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110255797314980334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110255797314980334' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110212121483624840</id><published>2004-12-03T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T19:46:54.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Like a big hug...Warmth1. What do you keep your home thermostat set at, usually? About 72 or 73 during the day and maybe as low as 70 for sleeping.2. Describe your favorite "snuggle" blanket.  Of course, it is my maroon softie from Sunshine.  She had it personalized for my 30th birthday.  With my name on it, the blanket is MINE, MINE, MINE!Toasty1. What kind of toast do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110212121483624840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110212121483624840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110212121483624840' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110167728524710069</id><published>2004-11-28T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:28:05.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: It's always something...Thirty-something1. What is the best part about being thirty-something? It feels good to still be "young," but to have the wisdom of a few major life experiences.2. How old do you really feel? Emotionally, I usually feel younger than my true age.  Since I am on the small side, people often treat me younger than I really am.  I try not to let other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110167728524710069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110167728524710069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110167728524710069' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110134218588460022</id><published>2004-11-24T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T19:23:05.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chick Chat on Thanksgiving:Is it really all about the bird? No, not really!  It is about feasting, in general, family and festivity.Mashed potatoes: with or without gravy?  Gotta have gravy.  My mom makes the kind with flour and I think it is delicious.  It is never lumpy and always full of flavor.White or dark meat? I like white turkey meat, which is rather weird, because when it comes to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110134218588460022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110134218588460022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110134218588460022' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110132084812898481</id><published>2004-11-24T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:29:56.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110132084812898481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110132084812898481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110132084812898481' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110117398088819783</id><published>2004-11-22T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:39:40.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Thanksgiving traditionThanks1. Aside from family and friends, what are you thankful to have? Patience.  A sense of humor. And, as sappy as it sounds, a joyful heart.2. How important is it for you to receive a thank-you note? I was raised that they are essential.  As long as I have a guarantee the recipient appreciated the gesture, that works for me.Giving1. Do you truly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110117398088819783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110117398088819783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110117398088819783' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-110031512011915651</id><published>2004-11-12T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T22:05:20.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Powered by Motivation and ElectricityDeadlines 1. Are you an early bird or a last-minute Charlie when it comes to deadlines? I try to allow enough leeway that Mr. Murphy of Murphy's Law can enter into the picture and I am still, at least, on time.  A major part of my work is meeting deadlines, but I have to depend on other people to supply information.  This means I have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110031512011915651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/110031512011915651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#110031512011915651' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109996812791078286</id><published>2004-11-08T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:42:07.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, the move became official today with the delivery of our "stuff."  Yes, true to form, we had our first snow this morning just as the truck arrived.  The flakes did not really stick, but I heard that Marquette picked up six inches.  Oooooh, that's scary ... too close for comfort!It did feel good to see our grandfather clock takes its place.  We weren't too sure how it would fit with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109996812791078286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109996812791078286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109996812791078286' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109975231116713679</id><published>2004-11-05T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:45:11.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Home Sweet HomeHome 1. How would you feel about living in your current home forever? I think I could easily have been a person who lived all my years in one house.  I actually do not remember the first house of my life.  When we moved out of the bungalow, I was only 2.  I never memorized the street number and all of the houses in the area basically look alike so I am unable to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109975231116713679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109975231116713679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109975231116713679' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109923258409374273</id><published>2004-10-31T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T09:23:04.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou FrouMummy1. What do you call your mother? (Mom, mummy, mum, etc) Usually, Mom or Ma. 2. What's scarier a Mummy or a Vampire? Vampires are scarier because they go for the blood.  Plus, I operate on the theory, "What I can't see, won't hurt me," and mummies are so wrapped up, they cannot be seen.Scarecrow 1. What would your scarecrow scare away if you had your choice? Needles or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109923258409374273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109923258409374273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109923258409374273' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109899923358734207</id><published>2004-10-28T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T17:33:53.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My computer is dying a slow, painful death and I feel like I have become a hospice nurse.  First, the HP printer/fax/scanner went all wacky.  Now, my mouse has bit the dust.  Most mornings when I come to the computer these days, my system needs a restart two or three times.  I get debug messages, antivirus expiration notices and display warnings.  The whole ordeal is quite depressing.  I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109899923358734207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109899923358734207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109899923358734207' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109847684936126576</id><published>2004-10-22T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:27:29.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou on High/HiHigh Noon1. Great news!: Do you "high five" or "pat on the back"? Since my range of motion is quite limited, my congratulations is most apt to be a cheery word and a smile.  Oddly enough, some people like to greet me with a "pat on my head."  That's a no-no in disability etiquette, but I am basically tolerant.2. Is noon your lunchtime? My lunch is usually closer to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109847684936126576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109847684936126576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109847684936126576' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109830524368913634</id><published>2004-10-20T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T16:47:23.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been such a pathetic blogger lately. Hopefully, it is just a lame phase and I will grow out of it.  It feels like I'm forgetting how to write or else I have nothing interesting to say.  Maybe this is writer's block?If it is "writer's block," I'm not sure how to deal with it.  The advice is all-over-the-charts, I am sure.  Write more.  Read more. Be patient with yourself.  Write in long, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109830524368913634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109830524368913634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109830524368913634' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109796708377613344</id><published>2004-10-16T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T18:51:23.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, my Friday Frou Frou:Phone call1. Do you have a cell phone? Not really, my OWN cell phone.  One perk, however, of always needing to be with someone is ... well ... I am always with someone.  My companion usually has a tele in case of emergency.2. Do you take calls when you're in a restaurant? bathroom? The people I know exercise good sense about taking calls.  No outrageous potty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109796708377613344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109796708377613344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109796708377613344' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109728883353289692</id><published>2004-10-08T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:27:13.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Working 9 to 5Coffee Break1. Do you drink coffee? If so, what kind? If not, what do you prefer? True brew ... no way; too yucky!  I do like some of those flavored cafes, but actually I think they are more sugar than coffee.  What generally keeps my engine running in the morning is warm sweet tea.2. Did you ever break the law? I'm sure I have regarding photo copies, but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109728883353289692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109728883353289692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109728883353289692' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109663369827793711</id><published>2004-10-01T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:28:18.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: Nature's beautyWaterfall1. Do prefer the flavored waters that they have out or do good ol' plain H2O? If I was going to have a fruit-flavored drink, I would probably opt for straight juice.  When I am most thirsty, plain water (or, in my case, plain Pedialyte) is the best quencher.  2. Have you ever had a particularly embarrassing fall, where nothing was really hurt but your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109663369827793711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109663369827793711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109663369827793711' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109611992700973432</id><published>2004-09-25T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T09:45:27.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Friday Frou Frou:Quack1. Ever been to a doctor that you realized was a "quack"? I know more than my fair share of "white coats."  I am not sure if any of them have really been "quacks," but it is pretty silly to say someone with half their blood supply only needs to consider taking an iron pill.  At least for every incident of that nature, I have met enough capable, competent docs that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109611992700973432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109611992700973432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109611992700973432' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109579633117169538</id><published>2004-09-21T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T15:52:11.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today may be the last full day of summer, but thanks to Sunshine, some pumpkins are already peeping at me.This is going to be such a busy season and I have plenty of reservations about the changes in front of me. I can only hope that if I take it day-by-day, it won't be too scary.I just took an emode personality quiz and found out my flavor is "sunny orange." Sounds like a fitting fall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109579633117169538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109579633117169538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109579633117169538' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109547189437527013</id><published>2004-09-17T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:44:54.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Friday Frou Frou:Water:1. What is your favorite part of a rain storm? The rainbow at the end when the sun is smiling, shining and drying all the rain.2. Do you drink the recommended 8 glasses of water a day?  Actually, I drink Pedialyte, instead of water, but I doubt that I drink eight glasses.  Some time this summer I read that a person should take their weight in pounds, divide it in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109547189437527013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109547189437527013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109547189437527013' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109510508967183097</id><published>2004-09-13T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T15:51:29.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling rather left out of the hurricane hoopla, so I might as well ramble about the weather conditions here.  According to forecasters, it is sunny and a sublime 80-plus degrees outside, but it is a Tundra-like temperature as I type in front of my monitor.It is so cold that my blanket-wrapped feet are numb and I believe an icicle is hanging off the tip of my nose.  If the back room office </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109510508967183097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109510508967183097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109510508967183097' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109499936269117589</id><published>2004-09-12T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T10:29:47.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we made our first visit to the cider mill.  Warm doughnuts are delicious.  The cider was good, too, which sometimes is not the case when the apple season is just starting.We passed Heidi's cemetery on our day's journeying and I discovered my angel has an angel watching over her now. I still feel a mix of sadness, anger and dismay at losing her, but the sight of her new angel marker is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109499936269117589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109499936269117589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109499936269117589' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109485059140637602</id><published>2004-09-10T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:09:51.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou Frou: A different takeTake a seat1. Do you call it a "couch" or a "sofa" (or another word)? I think I use "couch" more often, but I occasionally say, "sofa."  It seems like one of my grandmas used  the word, "davenport." She is the only one I have ever known to refer to a couch with that term.2. Do you call it your "bottom" or your "butt" (or another word)? I usually use "bottom,"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109485059140637602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109485059140637602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109485059140637602' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109455334370207472</id><published>2004-09-07T06:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T06:37:17.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Monday Madness blog:Name three of your favorite ...1. Colors. Tanzanite blue, lilac and really rosy pink.2. Pizza toppings. Cheese, cheese and cheese!  I'm part mouse.3. Department stores. Lord &amp; Taylor, Target and Marshall Fields.4. Flavors of candy. If we are talking about hard candy, I'm not a huge fan, but ... cherry, watermelon and cinnamon.5. Scents of candles.  Pine, Martha's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109455334370207472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109455334370207472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109455334370207472' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109447578655859043</id><published>2004-09-06T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T06:41:30.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Friday Feast going live on Labor Day:Appetizer If someone gave you 3 new goldfish today, what would you name them? Maybe Fisherino Uno, Fisherino Dos and Fisherino Tres. Maybe Steve, Jillian and Dorothy ... I never was good at naming pets, dolls, etc.  SoupWhat's the worst movie you've seen this year so far? I try not to see bad movies.  When I watch one, I consider myself investing time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109447578655859043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109447578655859043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109447578655859043' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109415243482270434</id><published>2004-09-02T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T15:13:54.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 3x Thursday on motivation:1. Are you very motivated (in general)? How do you gauge that type of thing?I am reasonably motivated.  When I make up my mind to work on a project, I like to see it through to completion.  Results are the best way to gauge my motivation level.  On days when I have an abundance of get-up-and-go, I can get a ton done.2. When you need to be motivated to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109415243482270434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109415243482270434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109415243482270434' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109371709698316007</id><published>2004-08-28T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T14:18:16.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou FrouMusic1. Which one of your favorite musical artists or bands would you like to see make a comeback (alive or dead)? I am not much of a music listener.  For lack of a better answer, maybe the Beach Boys ... I'm always ready to tune into sun, sand and palm trees.2. Do you have a favorite commercial jingle (past or present)? If so, what is it? Two jingles play in my head on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109371709698316007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109371709698316007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109371709698316007' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109322161841764078</id><published>2004-08-22T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T20:40:18.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Unconscious Mutterings:Olympics:  ... the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat.Wicked: Witch.  "Take the apple, dearie ..." "I'll get you, my pretty!"Intoxicating: Perfume, a strong scent like Georgio.  I think of some super glam gal and her unmistakable fragrance.Radical: Cancer. I'm around hospitals too much.  This is mostly a medical term for me.Misinformed: The politically correct </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109322161841764078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109322161841764078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109322161841764078' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109310431358188126</id><published>2004-08-21T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T12:07:18.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Friday Frou Frou:Playing Hollywood1. What movie would you like to see remade? "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." Did I hear this is in the process of being "re-moviefied"? It seems to me the original was almost a musical, so I would prefer less singing/dancing in a remake.2. Who would you like to cast in the major roles? Maybe, Robin Williams as Willie Wonka. Any skinny, dark-haired boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109310431358188126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109310431358188126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109310431358188126' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109278081929901908</id><published>2004-08-17T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T18:13:39.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday's trip to Mackinac Island was simply sublime!We each had a slice of the Iroquois' famous mile-high lemon pie.  Then, Eddie took us on our annual carriage ride.  By the fort, we saw these funny turtles. We completed our tour at The Grand Hotel, where Mom and I went in and browsed the shops.From there, we traipsed around town.  Somewhere, between Lilacs and Lace  and Roses 'n Sadie, we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109278081929901908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109278081929901908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109278081929901908' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109258224497076754</id><published>2004-08-15T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T11:04:04.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Friday Frou Frou:Summer1. What is your favorite summer outfit to wear? This summer in Michigan has been too cold.  I have needed to wear long sleeves almost the entire season.  Ugh! Last week, I got a new striped shirt.  Ordinarily, it would be a top for fall, but since it is so chilly, I wore it already.  I love stripes; the ones in my shirt are green and blue and pink.2. Personal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109258224497076754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109258224497076754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109258224497076754' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109208868564453143</id><published>2004-08-09T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:58:05.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really must be in lazy mode, because I'm deling into Sunday Brunch and it is already Monday.1. How do you like your eggs? I like mine hard boiled with salt.  A few times each year, too, I like a cheesy omelette.2. What do you collect? Too much clutter!  Books, magazines, limoges boxes, mermaids, Christmas ornaments, hair scrunchies ... the list has too many items.3. Do you carry a purse, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109208868564453143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109208868564453143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109208868564453143' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109184150324802617</id><published>2004-08-06T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T21:18:23.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been too long since I put together a thoughtful blog.  The summer is absolutely flying!  Tomorrow is the conclusion of Harbor Days in Elk Rapids, which means it will be the last of this summer's fireworks.  The cool part about this show is we can watch them straight across the bay from our house.  Of course, fireworks are best watched in close proximity to their launch.  When I can be free</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109184150324802617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109184150324802617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109184150324802617' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109183750307827502</id><published>2004-08-06T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T20:11:43.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Friday Frou Frou:Numbers and Time1. Do the last four numbers of your phone number spell out anything funky? Would you mind sharing it with us?I tried desperately to get any of our numbers, including our computer lines, to spell anything, but no luck.2. Where you born on time? Late or early?I think I have asked my mom this question before, but apparently her doctor never put a huge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109183750307827502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109183750307827502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109183750307827502' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508867.post-109121958334430111</id><published>2004-07-30T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:33:03.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Frou FrouIn honor of our laziness:1. What is your favorite way to laze away the day? Reading a magazine, surfing the Web or scoping out small towns and new places.2. What is your usual lazy meal? Crackers ala topping, like cheese, chicken salad or spinach dip.  OK, I know crackers are not a REAL meal, but if I eat enough of them, they satisfy my hunger and they have to have some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109121958334430111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508867/posts/default/109121958334430111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustogal.blogspot.com/index.html#109121958334430111' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18214218243967264610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
