tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315143462007-04-07T14:30:04.922-07:00Southwest SpiceSpicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1159503529149627192006-09-28T21:18:00.000-07:002006-09-28T21:18:49.163-07:00Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1159503329490753432006-09-28T21:14:00.000-07:002006-09-28T21:15:29.500-07:00Another great show!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.16.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.15.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1159241449529137252006-09-25T20:29:00.000-07:002006-09-25T20:30:49.546-07:00Cool new show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.15.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.14.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1158891707928344512006-09-21T19:19:00.000-07:002006-09-21T19:21:47.943-07:00From my balcony<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/from%20my%20balcony.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/from%20my%20balcony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1158721944092971732006-09-19T20:07:00.000-07:002006-09-19T20:12:25.786-07:00Size does matter<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/size%20does%20matter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/size%20does%20matter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1155944772589141992006-08-18T16:44:00.000-07:002006-08-18T16:46:12.596-07:00Hong Kong Phooey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.14.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.13.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Remember this cartoon?Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1155694739632111822006-08-15T19:17:00.000-07:002006-08-15T19:20:56.593-07:00Baseball<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%203.6.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%203.6.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I love to watch the game.<br /><br />If I were to play it would look something like Mr. Ed's attempt.Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1155468403271832792006-08-13T04:18:00.000-07:002006-08-13T04:26:43.280-07:00Poor Tammy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.13.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.12.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I feel sorry for Tammy Faye!<br /><br />I actually think she's a woman who has no clue what's up or down. Yeah, I know what happened in the 80's and was upset at the time. I really don't think she has a mean bone in her body. That's not to say I'm going to join her church or even fall for the<span style="font-style: italic;"> "just send some cash in"</span> game; I just think it's sad. I do read her blog and wonder how she's fairing with her cancer treatment.<br />Good luck Tammy!Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1155382320245167412006-08-12T04:31:00.000-07:002006-08-12T04:32:44.393-07:00Mr. Peepers as a puppy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.12.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.11.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Our little boy!Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1155295057521039722006-08-11T04:16:00.000-07:002006-08-11T04:17:37.530-07:00Lake Powell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.11.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.10.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A picture I took from high above Lake Powell.Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1155172215102500592006-08-09T18:07:00.000-07:002006-08-09T18:10:15.116-07:00About those TV dinners...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.10.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.9.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I was a big fan of the turkey and mashed potatos with a side of cranberry. The fried chicken was good and frankly the only picture I could find to add to the blog. Are these treasures from 60's still sold? I wonder...Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154993068862022222006-08-07T16:23:00.000-07:002006-08-07T16:25:28.003-07:00Look at my 70's dinner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/CIMG1608.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/CIMG1608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Molded to perfection.<br /><br />I just need the snack table in front of the T.V. that needs to "warm-up" before usage.Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154871249098782832006-08-06T06:33:00.000-07:002006-08-06T06:34:09.106-07:00My dear friend "V" during that special time of the month<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%202.0.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%202.0.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154745322175979402006-08-04T19:34:00.000-07:002006-08-04T19:35:22.183-07:00The quicker picker upper<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%205.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%205.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154654005643935772006-08-03T18:12:00.000-07:002006-08-03T18:20:45.500-07:00Apartment costs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.9.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.8.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The only person in history that paid less for her apartment then we currently do!Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154568940216060112006-08-02T18:25:00.000-07:002006-08-02T23:23:16.966-07:00Mothers-in-law<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%203.4.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%203.4.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A show from the late 60's that I use to watch all the time. Stupid sitcoms thrilled me almost as much as the summer rainy days that forced me inside to watch them. A classic plot centering on two "kids" that married and lived in a garage apartment between their respective family homes. The mothers-in-law were a couple of crazy gals that got into Lucy and Ethel type troubled situations. I'm sure if the show comes out on DVD I'll purchase it and enjoy it as if it were 1969.Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154493798606536362006-08-01T21:42:00.000-07:002006-08-01T21:43:18.606-07:00Co-workers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%204.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%204.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154395516246324442006-07-31T18:23:00.000-07:002006-07-31T18:43:49.686-07:00Monday, Monday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.7.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.6.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I had one of these kind of days.<br /><br />The difference; it was my brains being compressed.Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154307493024955022006-07-30T17:57:00.000-07:002006-07-30T17:58:13.033-07:00Another Guess Who?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.6.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.5.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154227505775956152006-07-29T19:44:00.000-07:002006-07-29T19:45:05.783-07:00Guess who?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.5.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.4.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1154146208081694832006-07-28T21:08:00.000-07:002006-07-28T21:10:08.093-07:00My new car<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Car.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Car.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />If you really care.Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1153826143055379162006-07-25T04:02:00.000-07:002006-07-25T05:42:52.243-07:00Chit-Chat at Chang'sLast night, Lammy and I went to P.J. Chang's for dinner. As always, I partook in one of my favorite dining sports, <span style="font-style: italic;">Kravitzing. </span>What you ask is this? Well, remember dear old Mrs. Kravitz, the next-door neighbor to the Stevens? Bewitched, if you're lost. Basically you listen to other people talk as you pretend not to be rude to the person you're eating with at the time.<br /><br />I hit pay dirt and scored big time. A first date was unfolding within 10 feet of my right ear. Rather not comment on what they were discussing. After all it's a sport for one player.Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1153696552425580752006-07-23T16:07:00.000-07:002006-07-23T18:27:33.503-07:00If I were a superhero I'd want to look like...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%202.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%202.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Made up a superhero from an online SciFi composite thing-a-bob.<br /><br />I'd like to be the guy who seemingly takes photos at crime scenes. The superhero twist is during the actual snap of the picture. At that very moment all images within the view finder are frozen in time. This allows "Photo Boy" enough time to jump in and right the wrong.Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1153618701608640772006-07-22T18:23:00.000-07:002006-07-23T03:10:32.916-07:00Get a life -- quick!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%203.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%203.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I just preordered the first season of Hazel.<br /><br />I loved that show.<br /><br />Life was simple back in the 60's and 70's. Go to school; try to keep you eyes open, run home and watch endless television. It didn't matter what the show was about as long as it had a ridiculous plot and lots of canned laughter. A gallon of Coke and 3 pounds of Charlie Chip potato chips made it perfect.Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514346.post-1153605997633262842006-07-22T15:05:00.000-07:002006-07-22T15:06:37.636-07:00Take 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/1600/Picture%201.0.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3934/3416/320/Picture%201.0.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here we go again!<br /><br />This is my thrid attempt at keeping my thoughts housed somewhere on the Internet. Not sure why I've been sucked back but here I am. Guess I was pissed that I wasn't one of those clever bloggers with 16 millions hits everyday.<br /><br />The show begins.<br /><br />Let's start with a question that's been burning in my brains all day.<br /><br />What happened to Rula?Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01745071086284015765noreply@blogger.com