<?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-25151082</id><updated>2011-09-19T08:17:20.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 of 9er</title><subtitle type='html'>When you just don't know what word to use...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>556</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8276288746748818578</id><published>2011-08-31T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:36:59.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good use of time.</title><summary type='text'>I have enrolled in the Project Management certificate program at Loyola University Chicago.  Time to do more than just applying, networking and volunteering.  Adding education is the logical next step... and since I cannot start another degree program until after LP completes her Masters, I can at least do a certificate program.

It's been a while since I finished my degree.  I have plenty of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8276288746748818578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8276288746748818578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-use-of-time.html' title='Good use of time.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-169131035452935756</id><published>2011-08-29T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:02:31.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get over it.</title><summary type='text'>I am trying to learn a life lesson... Get over it.  We all know that hindsight is 20/20 (if you did not know that - well, it is), but reflecting on bad decisions is so easy to do.  Being unemployed, I have too much time to ponder.  And we all know unemployed pondering never leads to good things (if you did not know that - well, it doesn't).  
The past few days I have seen some updates by Facebook</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/169131035452935756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/169131035452935756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2011/08/get-over-it.html' title='Get over it.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6020766617145353141</id><published>2011-08-24T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:56:04.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the middle.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I found out officially I did not get a job I was really hoping to land.  "Official" since waiting to hear something for two weeks after and interview you pretty much know they past on you.   Both interviews went well, and I knew I did my best - but that does not make things any easier.  With all of the experience I have as a project manager I do not seem to land many interviews... which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6020766617145353141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6020766617145353141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2011/08/stuck-in-middle.html' title='Stuck in the middle.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-249625539534313908</id><published>2011-08-18T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:40:59.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Eloise.</title><summary type='text'>Last night I lost my best little furry friend.  She died in my arms on the way to the Vet Emergency and there was nothing I could do to help her.  Her vet thought she might have congestive heart failure, but that was just an educated guess since we could not afford the tests to figure it out. She laid on the vet's table with all of her life gone, and I knew apart of me was gone too.  

We adopted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/249625539534313908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/249625539534313908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2011/08/miss-eloise.html' title='Miss Eloise.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bExyFVG9aXE/Tk0kw6DQg9I/AAAAAAAABs0/ZiYzCj2c_vQ/s72-c/IMG_0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3687790292757182987</id><published>2011-08-17T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:58:20.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not on the dole.</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking about writing a lot lately... but not doing it.  I've been thinking about doing a lot of things lately... but not really doing any of them well - a half-ass-ness approach.  The other night I could not sleep so I got on the world wide web and stumbled across and old friend's blog, and it sparked me to want to start posting again.  

Being unemployed again has surely played with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3687790292757182987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3687790292757182987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-on-dole.html' title='Not on the dole.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3985081769151448865</id><published>2010-12-20T20:45:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:27:02.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5of9er's Favorite Albums 1992 - 2009.</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the year... Top 10's from everyone on every subject.  If you are not a avid follower of 5of9er, you might not know about my history of Top 10 albums.  Before I post my Top 10 for 2010... here is a look back on the years past. 

Note: I started the list in 1990, but I cannot find the first three years... and I do not want to go back and just make them up.
  












best of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3985081769151448865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3985081769151448865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/12/5of9ers-favorite-albums-1992-2009.html' title='5of9er&apos;s Favorite Albums 1992 - 2009.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/TRDQtDbSucI/AAAAAAAABrk/rz6xfw0KO4o/s72-c/12644-the-pains-of-being-pure-at-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3076920907679279900</id><published>2010-12-17T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:14:32.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRON Skateboarding?</title><summary type='text'> Tron Legacy Premiere - A Light Session from ENESS on Vimeo.A friend of mine from Chocolate Giant sent me this video.  It's 50% really cool... and 50% really stupid.  Not sure what else to say about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3076920907679279900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3076920907679279900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/12/tron-skateboarding.html' title='TRON Skateboarding?'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2756450594002653385</id><published>2010-12-16T09:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:15:54.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veoba Post:  RECORD REVIEW: OFF!’s The First Four EPs</title><summary type='text'>Originally posted on Veoba.com:

I grew up a punk rock skateboarding child of the 80’s. I had an older brother that heavily influenced my life… I was completely his shadow. We spent free time skateboarding and listening to punk records, and once a week we tuned into Vinyl Rights – a radio show, which aired on KFJC, hosted by Alex Morgan. What Alex spun on his show was what became our “To Buy” </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2756450594002653385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2756450594002653385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/12/veoba-post-record-review-offs-first.html' title='Veoba Post:  RECORD REVIEW: OFF!’s The First Four EPs'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/TQuGiEyj_zI/AAAAAAAABq0/80RtmgbbtvU/s72-c/FFEPs_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2855719050945697625</id><published>2010-12-15T09:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:16:31.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veoba Post:  2nd Avenue Records, Portland OR</title><summary type='text'>Posted originally on Veoba.com:
I spent two stints in Portland, OR and one of the constants during my  time there was 2nd Avenue Records always getting a ton of my money.  Like any junky needing a fix (which PDX has long been the place for  that), I was in constant need of that new 7″ or 12″ and while Portland  has seen many great shops come and go, 2nd Ave was always my go to.  Mainly because it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2855719050945697625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2855719050945697625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/12/veoba-post-2nd-avenue-records-portland.html' title='Veoba Post:  2nd Avenue Records, Portland OR'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/TQuHturWxCI/AAAAAAAABq8/73VwnD7VV28/s72-c/2ndave-outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3427922676827097614</id><published>2010-12-02T09:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:16:52.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veoba Post:  Christmas Does Vinyl.</title><summary type='text'>This post was originally was on Veoba.com:

This week I was intending to write about a record shop in St Louis  since I just made my first ever trip to the Gateway City – but I never  made it to any of my three destinations (Vintage Vinyl, Euclid, Apop).   So instead of writing about how much of a disappointment this city was  and how I lost my sunglasses there (because their record shops could  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3427922676827097614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3427922676827097614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/12/veoba-post-christmas-does-vinyl.html' title='Veoba Post:  Christmas Does Vinyl.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/TQuLreGUAPI/AAAAAAAABrE/TaNXBDTgR2c/s72-c/low-christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3484437027932364897</id><published>2010-11-24T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:17:58.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veoba Post: Reckless.</title><summary type='text'>This was originally posted on Veoba.com:

Residing in Chicago I find myself surrounded by many amazing record stores. Most of which pop into my head now and then (all of which I hope to write about at some point). One record shop in Chicago is my steady go to: Reckless (on Broadway). Reckless seems to always fulfill my two needs when it comes to record searching: a good place to waste some time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3484437027932364897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3484437027932364897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-was-originally-posted-on-veoba.html' title='Veoba Post: Reckless.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/TQuNo6OwUsI/AAAAAAAABrU/l8XD7hLct6Y/s72-c/2009_6_1reckless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4645194157977790169</id><published>2010-11-17T10:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:18:34.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veoba Post: Laurie's Planet of Crap.</title><summary type='text'>This was originally posted on Veoba.com:

There is a classic children’s story about the “Little Engine That Could,” who huffed and puffed and worked really hard and made it over the hill. Well, if Laurie’s Planet of Sound was that little engine… the hill would have won. That might sound a bit harsh, but when I walked into the shop on a Friday morning the girl behind the corner didn’t even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4645194157977790169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4645194157977790169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-was-originally-posted-on-veoba_17.html' title='Veoba Post: Laurie&apos;s Planet of Crap.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/TQuOhSQPblI/AAAAAAAABrc/fWrEIIK0Fn4/s72-c/IMG00845-20101112-1134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3695929446940106668</id><published>2010-10-18T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:43:02.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Conversation.</title><summary type='text'>The conversation overheard at the park today between two four year old boys:Boy #1:  What did you bring?Boy #2:  Guns! Boy #1:  Awesome!Boy #2:  What did you bring?Boy #1:  An empty bag!Boy #2:  Awesome!  Let's play!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3695929446940106668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3695929446940106668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/10/park-conversation.html' title='Park Conversation.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-9003481913663891275</id><published>2010-07-23T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:13:31.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days...</title><summary type='text'>There are days like today when I think life would be so much easier just being a big fatty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/9003481913663891275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/9003481913663891275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-days.html' title='Some days...'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/TEmjW9LvAKI/AAAAAAAABqk/3gii6NX_87A/s72-c/4818382303_3660f90c9a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5926310564367012808</id><published>2010-06-01T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:43:34.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horse.</title><summary type='text'>I keep telling myself to get back on the horse and write, write, write.  But as you can see, no entries for a while now.  I have had little free time lately, and when that free times comes I have been spending it in numerous ways... none of those have been writing (and very little reading as well).I am in the spot where I am ready to start new... just delete this blog and start off fresh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5926310564367012808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5926310564367012808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/06/horse.html' title='The Horse.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8676603272992869056</id><published>2010-04-17T09:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:48:14.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsforbreakfast, 4.17.2010.</title><summary type='text'>Sassy Eggs at one of my favorite breakfast places in Chicago... Over Easy Cafe.  Yum!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8676603272992869056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8676603272992869056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/04/whatsforbreakfast-4172010.html' title='Whatsforbreakfast, 4.17.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S8nKCQNew0I/AAAAAAAABqc/dMVXa_OSLYA/s72-c/4527785487_6e7b344b59_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-1668306019119273702</id><published>2010-04-09T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:48:12.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 4.9.2010.</title><summary type='text'>You never can go wrong making Risotto with bacon and asparagus... plus plenty of herbs and garlic. Yum!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1668306019119273702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1668306019119273702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/04/whatsfordinner-492010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 4.9.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S8CrZDEUpKI/AAAAAAAABqU/mPNfAJvj4dk/s72-c/IMG_5778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-345500120727651060</id><published>2010-04-07T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:09:50.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy.</title><summary type='text'>Last night I went out to see a friend's band. I have not gone out to see a band since Miles was born (17 months ago).  Sleep is too important these days, and most shows are so late that I just cannot gather the drive to get out the door to go. There were three major factors in deciding to go out last night:The show was at Schuba's, which is my favorite venue in Chicago.The band was playing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/345500120727651060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/345500120727651060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7801381943083361927</id><published>2010-03-31T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:33:04.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 3.31.2010.</title><summary type='text'>Today Chicago saw it's first 70 degree temperature for 2010... which means the Webber grill gets pulled out. Hamburgers were consumed to celebrate Spring time!  First I had to clean the grill... since I forgot to clean it before I put it away for the winter.  Yep, there was some nasty food still stuck on it.  Yuck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7801381943083361927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7801381943083361927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatsfordinner-3312010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 3.31.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S7TJtL8rRzI/AAAAAAAABqM/mQqgTJNIcok/s72-c/IMG00149-20100331-1840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3556825412933117142</id><published>2010-03-25T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:46:10.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna Sausage Juice,</title><summary type='text'>Anyone that rides public transportation has seen just about everything... and smelled just about everything... and heard just about everything. So today I am going to add to my list of firsts for my experiences on the L.I was on the Brown L sitting by two women with two kids under the age of two (my guess on the ages). They were all eating cheese puffs and getting the cheesy-powder everywhere. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3556825412933117142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3556825412933117142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/vienna-sausage-juice.html' title='Vienna Sausage Juice,'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S7H8ngPGzvI/AAAAAAAABqE/7kcsMef8OcU/s72-c/3900008589%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5057560766955899824</id><published>2010-03-23T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:59:16.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cube.</title><summary type='text'>In the past few weeks I've seen a couple Nissan Cubes on the road. Have you? They are truly a bizarre looking automobile. They look like a microwave. They might be the ugliest car made since the Pontiac Aztek (which will go down as one of the worst cars of all time). Why would someone buy a Cube? What am I missing here?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5057560766955899824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5057560766955899824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/cube.html' title='Cube.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S6jIau_qZ4I/AAAAAAAABp8/xwZDVRPtQTc/s72-c/nissan-cube%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3167684160754399493</id><published>2010-03-22T12:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:35:37.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New bag.</title><summary type='text'>Today I received an amazing gift from my brother in SF. He sent me a new bag. Since Spring is here, and in Chicago that means the beginning of the cycling season, every bike commuter needs a good bag. This bag has so many parts to it they did not include instructions - the company (Timbuk2) posted a video. I never thought I would own a backpack that I would need to watch a video to show me how to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3167684160754399493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3167684160754399493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-bag.html' title='New bag.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8736422096650618966</id><published>2010-03-21T10:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:50:54.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SXSW 2010.</title><summary type='text'>YACHT at VEOBA's Carniville.Another SXSW has passed and for me this year was so much different than those in the past. The two major differences were:1. I only went for 52 hours, not 4-5 days like most years.2. This was my first time away from Miles.The nice thing about being super busy (meeting up with person after person after person), it kept my mind occupied and not being bummed out about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8736422096650618966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8736422096650618966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/sxsw-2010.html' title='SXSW 2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S6d_x8jNNJI/AAAAAAAABp0/3iD3nTl5MWc/s72-c/4450463295_6a8528c3ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2967983366514115477</id><published>2010-03-17T22:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:30:50.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Alex Chilton.</title><summary type='text'>Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round They sing "I'm in love. What's that song? I'm in love with that song." Too bad he did not die in Memphis... because we know, that would of been cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2967983366514115477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2967983366514115477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-alex-chilton.html' title='RIP Alex Chilton.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5625892550401447481</id><published>2010-03-14T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:27:00.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 3.13.2010.</title><summary type='text'>Since Miles is going through a phase of not eating vegetables (except for broccoli), LP found a recipe for Lilly Pad Pancakes... pancakes made with peas. They sound nasty (maybe look nasty too), but remind me of falafel, and I actually enjoyed them. Miles did not. We will try again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5625892550401447481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5625892550401447481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatsfordinner-3132010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 3.13.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S503YeR3wlI/AAAAAAAABpk/B9XcW9iv16M/s72-c/IMG_5475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2743732166166036846</id><published>2010-03-10T15:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:48:26.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The L.</title><summary type='text'>This morning I rode the L for the first time since last summer... which last summer I rode it only once. Since becoming a dad I go out a lot less, which means less trips on the buses and L's in Chicago. I used to walk to work, so being unemployed has had little effect on me taking the CTA less.The strange thing about being on the L this morning... my first thought was: I wonder if someone is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2743732166166036846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2743732166166036846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/l.html' title='The L.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S5gMziz5NaI/AAAAAAAABpc/9nk3kUC4hlY/s72-c/20080207185100!CTA_Brown_Line_060716%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-9002074463911528168</id><published>2010-03-06T12:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:03:43.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorts at 40.</title><summary type='text'>I love that around this time each year when the temperature outside in Chicago reaches 40 there are always a few dudes wearing shorts. I am all for the shorts... but 40 degrees? Really? They must be single.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/9002074463911528168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/9002074463911528168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/midwest.html' title='Shorts at 40.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6881963383361808845</id><published>2010-03-05T06:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T06:14:06.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TV, update.</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I posted all of the television shows I follow... at least the list that is programed into my DVR. It was a little shocking to see how many shows I have set to record. I know I watch a good amount of television, but did not realize how much I "have" to watch.So this week I made the first round of cuts. I am cutting out 7 of the 21 shows I follow (that's a third!), not bad for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6881963383361808845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6881963383361808845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/tv-update.html' title='TV, update.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4574336852085362349</id><published>2010-03-03T06:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:21:06.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter.</title><summary type='text'>Growing up in California I was never exposed to the kinds of brutal winters that Chicago sees. For the first few years in Chicago I loved the winter. Walking to work in subzero temperatures was fun. Yes, I said fun (technically typed).  Snow only meant good times... snow angels, snow balls, walking in the snow. I did not really have to deal with the weather, I could just embrace it and enjoy it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4574336852085362349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4574336852085362349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/03/winter.html' title='Winter.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5379739899078081851</id><published>2010-02-23T18:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:35:15.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay for day care, here's the change.</title><summary type='text'>One week into day care and Miles brought home the flu... well a 24-hour virus of some sort. A kid who has gone his entire life being pretty sick-free is now going to be exposed to lots of little tykes with germs every day. So after barfing in the car on Friday afternoon, we got to spend the next 24 hours dealing with a very sick little buddy. Thankfully it passed and life moved on.Yeah, life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5379739899078081851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5379739899078081851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/pay-for-day-care-heres-change.html' title='Pay for day care, here&apos;s the change.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7895440285747083526</id><published>2010-02-16T06:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:41:25.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paczki Day!</title><summary type='text'>I am too tired to write anything this morning... but since this is one of my favorite days of the year I feel like I should post something. So here is a link to 2007's post. If you do not live by a Polish bakery, then just go grab a jelly donut. Happy Paczki Day!!!5of9er.blogspot.com/2007/02/paczki-day.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7895440285747083526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7895440285747083526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/paczki-day.html' title='Paczki Day!'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6847081332533182506</id><published>2010-02-15T10:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:49:23.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something little.</title><summary type='text'>Last week I bought my son his first Thomas train set.  Nothing fancy since we really cannot afford it.  Just a simple oval track that came with a couple trains.  No tunnels.  No bridges.  No cranes, or rocks, or flashing lights.  Just trains and a track... and that was all he needed.  MO was so happy.  He has played with it every day - for hours.  I sometimes get down that I cannot afford to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6847081332533182506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6847081332533182506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-little.html' title='Something little.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-1459538736443258976</id><published>2010-02-14T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:01:47.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, an ongoing lesson.</title><summary type='text'>Friends are a wonderful part of life. Yet friendships are often a tricky relationship. When I have moved to a new city, most of my friends I left behind faded, but the best (and few) kept going on strong. And when I got laid off I was once again surprised by friends.It's hard to know what to do when you call (text or email) a friend looking to talk... because you're down, because you need advice,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1459538736443258976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1459538736443258976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/friends-ongoing-lesson.html' title='Friends, an ongoing lesson.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-65548795520159962</id><published>2010-02-11T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:50:38.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 2.11.2010</title><summary type='text'>Some nights you just have to make sloppy joes.  You just do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/65548795520159962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/65548795520159962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/whatsfordinner-2112010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 2.11.2010'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S3l7MKqUlBI/AAAAAAAABpU/9BN2L0kOUdM/s72-c/IMG_5355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3879883092306859270</id><published>2010-02-10T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:40:30.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day... Earthquake.</title><summary type='text'>This morning the western suburbs of Chicago were jolted by a tiny 4.3 earthquake. Since it occurred at 4am, I slept through it, but for some strange reason I was wide awake by 4:15am. Not sure if the reason was the cat who was making noise, barfing, and pushing in MO's door - or maybe it was the earthquake. I tried to get back to sleep, but it was useless, so I made some coffee and turned on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3879883092306859270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3879883092306859270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-earthquake.html' title='Snow Day... Earthquake.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7390970149461212333</id><published>2010-02-06T07:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:19:27.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 2.5.2010.</title><summary type='text'>Last night I made Polenta with a Mushroom Sauce and Mixed Greens (made by SV) on the side. Excellent! I forget about polenta... sorry polenta. It's just something I do not make much. This was also the first time I cooked with Marsala wine... nasty to drink, but it gave this dish a fantastic flavor!It was our Happy 76th Birthday Hank Aaron dinner!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7390970149461212333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7390970149461212333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/whatsfordinner-252010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 2.5.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S23AfUGp4xI/AAAAAAAABpE/-t5UwC4UX0k/s72-c/IMG_5302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-603528369592643570</id><published>2010-02-05T05:09:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:00:41.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews.</title><summary type='text'>Interviews are an emotional, wild and crazy ride, especially when on unemployment for more than a year. Since trying to find a job in a recession is never easy, I have been forced to apply for mostly jobs outside the music industry, where I have spent all of my professional life. I went with the mindset of the more jobs I apply to the better my chances of an interview would be. With large numbers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/603528369592643570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/603528369592643570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/interviews.html' title='Interviews.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-9193409777242802298</id><published>2010-02-04T08:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:51:15.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean sheets.</title><summary type='text'>Being a stay at home dad makes me responsible for the laundry, among other things. This is one chore I really do not mind. There is something very satisfying to me about clean laundry, maybe it's the fresh smell or the warmth. Maybe it's the feeling of accomplishment... nah, it's got to be the smell (or lack of smelly smell). Plus, all of the trips up and down the stairs is a good workout.One of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/9193409777242802298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/9193409777242802298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-sheets.html' title='Clean sheets.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S2rbZGeSuII/AAAAAAAABok/h4Dih45kJmQ/s72-c/IMG_2197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-1916910702826184274</id><published>2010-02-03T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:28:46.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 2.3.2010.</title><summary type='text'>Chicken, Black Bean, and Goat Cheese Tostadas... I thought it was a great new way to prepare something we make once a month. The black beans were mashed into a cooked onion, ground cumin, chili powder, and water. LP was just not down with the goat cheese.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1916910702826184274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1916910702826184274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/whatsfordinner-232010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 2.3.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S22JqU01hnI/AAAAAAAABos/mHdqgbMuM7w/s72-c/IMG_5299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8847032232641386267</id><published>2010-02-02T09:47:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:11:46.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dads night out.</title><summary type='text'>Today I signed up to go to a Dads evening out through the Neighborhood Parents Network of Chicago. This is a group that we just became members of since a few friends highly recommend it. Dads are one of the parts of my life I feel I am missing. Being a stay at home dad, I tend to go on outings with moms... which is great... but I would like to hang out with some dads. Not just dudes, but dudes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8847032232641386267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8847032232641386267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/dads-night-out.html' title='Dads night out.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-1858664945965587621</id><published>2010-02-01T08:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:08:21.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployment benefits.</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday I received a letter from the State of Illinois stating that my unemployment benefits had expired. Done at 52 weeks.  Do they purposely time these notifications to arrive on Saturday - when all State offices are closed?  It drives one crazy (especially me).  I just wanted to talk to someone... anyone, but I had to wait until Monday morning.  So all weekend is spent worrying about what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1858664945965587621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1858664945965587621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/02/unemployment-benefits.html' title='Unemployment benefits.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-321801894717833639</id><published>2010-01-31T20:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:46:48.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 1.31.2010.</title><summary type='text'>One of the best benefits of knowing how to cook (or at least not being afraid of the kitchen), is when you need to make something for dinner and have no clue what to make, and it's too late to run to the store (meaning: your kid is hungry!). A simple pork chop, rice and veggie is always an easy option... but one can spice it up with a little garlic, rosemary, cayenne pepper and some Panko.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/321801894717833639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/321801894717833639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-1312010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 1.31.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S2bn2YA8rkI/AAAAAAAABoc/3TVsrOIq-5c/s72-c/IMG_5296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6848996969527399806</id><published>2010-01-30T14:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:23:46.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TV.</title><summary type='text'>I would not label myself a television junky.  I won't fall over and die if I miss an episode of a certain show.  And being at home all day I am proud to say that the television stays off (most days).  I enjoy a few shows that are on, and actually have three evenings per week where nothing I care to watch is even on. So since I am feeling so good about myself as a non-tv-junky... I looked at my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6848996969527399806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6848996969527399806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv.html' title='TV.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-136061791093383519</id><published>2010-01-29T11:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:14:14.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies at play.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I wrote about a book and an author that meant a great deal to me... today my post is about a book that gets a whole lot of attention from the fifteen month old in our house.Puppies At Play is a board book written by no one, or at least no one wanted to put their name on it (cannot blame them). It's fourteen pages long and has very few words. Miles wants us to read it to him over and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/136061791093383519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/136061791093383519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/puppies-at-play.html' title='Puppies at play.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S2MUrPzKxsI/AAAAAAAABoM/pnm19ffi_wA/s72-c/51QWHMRGSHL._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8097921588296119339</id><published>2010-01-28T20:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:24:35.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 1.28.2010.</title><summary type='text'>I believe this is the first time I have ever made a chili-mac recipe, and I am certain I will not use this recipe again. Out of America's Test Kitchens 30 Minute Meals, it was too easy to make, and really took no cooking skill. Open cans of this, cans of that, and combine with a box of this, and a box of that... oh, and cut and onion and some garlic. Recipes like this often taste boring (and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8097921588296119339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8097921588296119339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-1282010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 1.28.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S2MXneqeb1I/AAAAAAAABoU/7-vJZlQUgxw/s72-c/IMG_5264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8850747343282977440</id><published>2010-01-28T12:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:43:53.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>J.D.</title><summary type='text'>J. D. Salinger passed away today at the age of 91. I would just like to take this post to say thanks for showing me the wonderful world of the novel.I was never one for reading. I struggled with it throughout my elementary and high school years. I can remember being made fun of by other classmates in high school whenever I had to read out loud since I would stumble over the words... and once I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8850747343282977440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8850747343282977440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/jd.html' title='J.D.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S2HfXYitunI/AAAAAAAABoE/W_f9z35eRTU/s72-c/the-catcher-in-the-rye1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2671480969289371619</id><published>2010-01-27T08:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:40:11.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol.</title><summary type='text'>I made a pledge to myself a few weeks ago that I was going to stop watching American Idol. The show has seen better days, and the past few seasons I have noticed myself getting so bitter over the number of people that make it to the top twenty who have had music deals in the past. I always thought this show was about discovering new talent, not about rehashing the past. Finding some dishwasher (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2671480969289371619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2671480969289371619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/idol.html' title='Idol.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S2BPZc_7jlI/AAAAAAAABn8/s2Tiu2rjtws/s72-c/american-idol-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4539455024405250512</id><published>2010-01-26T18:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:18:24.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 1.26.2010.</title><summary type='text'>I enjoy trying new things in the kitchen... and love the challenge of a fantastic heavily involved recipe. I also keep time open for an easy comfort food recipe that we make a couple times per year. Enchilada Casserole is such a dish... pure comfort food and perfect for a cold winter evening.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4539455024405250512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4539455024405250512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-1262010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 1.26.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S1-Ffv6cSqI/AAAAAAAABn0/LuGxql7HUXo/s72-c/IMG_5253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3281326434795692926</id><published>2010-01-25T14:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:39:07.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair.</title><summary type='text'>My hair is the longest it's ever been, or at least the longest it has been in a long long long long time. I can form a small ponytail. My locks of hair are curly in the front, wavy and curly throughout the rest, and thick everywhere. When my hair grows out - it really grows out. I start to look like a clown or crackhead. The longer it gets the more crap (product) I have to use to tame the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3281326434795692926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3281326434795692926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hair.html' title='My hair.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S137cFDfvmI/AAAAAAAABnk/HP62x0dC6-o/s72-c/morrissey-31%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4418542948914504244</id><published>2010-01-22T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:25:25.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 1.22.2010.</title><summary type='text'>Skillet Arroz Con Pollo was what I attempted to make for dinner tonight. Easy recipe and it turned out tasting better than it looked. I need to keep reminding myself that when olives are apart of the ingredients list, I do not need add salt (even when it says too). There is enough salt in the olives to season the dish.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4418542948914504244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4418542948914504244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-1222010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 1.22.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S1pcKhcM3JI/AAAAAAAABm0/Vicq3vRyS50/s72-c/IMG_5235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2577412609625652025</id><published>2010-01-22T08:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:38:48.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck signs.</title><summary type='text'>I am not a superstitious person. Never have been. Okay, maybe when I was in my single digit years, and maybe in my tween years (which were called pre-teen at the time), but I have not held on to those pseudo-spooky ideas. However the idea of superstitions are very intriguing, and a bit fun. I can easily get sucked into articles and television shows about the origins of superstitions.Some of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2577412609625652025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2577412609625652025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-luck-signs.html' title='Bad luck signs.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6336397443266013998</id><published>2010-01-21T08:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:40:03.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Negativity.</title><summary type='text'>This year my new year's resolution was to be more positive. I found that I needed to lose the negativity in my life that often brews inside me and comes out in different ways, usually as a foul attitude. This would seem simple enough, but once a negative attitude has become commonplace in my daily life it is not so easy to change the habit. Add in that primary elections are coming up next month </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6336397443266013998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6336397443266013998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/negativity.html' title='Negativity.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-472831058485758384</id><published>2010-01-20T19:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:39:14.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 1.20.2010.</title><summary type='text'>Chickpea cakes with a cucumber yogurt sauce. The recipe calls for Greek style yogurt, but I have found that using regular low fat plain yogurt works best. A good vegetarian option for dinner.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/472831058485758384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/472831058485758384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-1202010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 1.20.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S1evlUMv6AI/AAAAAAAABms/atOyrwOp3Ks/s72-c/IMG_5230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3984379063594998371</id><published>2010-01-20T08:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:21:21.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea is the new coffee.</title><summary type='text'>I drink way too much. I am not talking about alcohol, I am talking about liquids in general. The biggest problem is that I consume beverages in record time... which then often makes me a bit gassy too. So to ignore the bigger issue (downing beverages in two swigs), I have decided to cut back on pop (soda, coke, etc.) and coffee.So far this year I have only had two cans of Diet Cherry Coke (the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3984379063594998371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3984379063594998371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/tea-is-new-coffee.html' title='Tea is the new coffee.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S1cURgWA-4I/AAAAAAAABmk/6EkDQtH8eX4/s72-c/lg_pg-tips%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5746565616250892507</id><published>2010-01-19T08:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:25:47.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminding vs Bugging.</title><summary type='text'>Last December when I was in San Francisco, I went out to breakfast with a long time friend of mine. My friend asked me how life in Chicago was in which I replied, "Good, well except for the being unemployed part." My friend was so surprised that I still had not found a job. He asked if he could make some calls to people he knew in Chicago and of course I said yes. Who knows if he did or not... he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5746565616250892507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5746565616250892507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/reminding-vs-bugging.html' title='Reminding vs Bugging.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6170115230429649701</id><published>2010-01-18T16:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:26:34.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The mall.</title><summary type='text'>MLKJ Day took us (the family of three) out to the 'burbs to the mall. The Woodfield Mall in Schaumburg, IL to be exact. In the 5+ years we have lived in Chicago we have never been to the mall... and actually we've only have been to the 'burbs a handful of times. So why go? Why not. What's more fun than strolling around passing horrible trendy stores, mid-aisle kiosks, tween love, and funky smells</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6170115230429649701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6170115230429649701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/mall.html' title='The mall.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S1TbEmNxcRI/AAAAAAAABmM/GHMPmlhhFMU/s72-c/2338493619_fd791c7188%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3977465507643044319</id><published>2010-01-14T13:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:27:26.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Reatard.</title><summary type='text'>Jay Reatard... you will be missed, and your music will be listened to for many years to come. Another loss for music and Memphis.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3977465507643044319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3977465507643044319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/jay-retard.html' title='Jay Reatard.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S09u7RE70FI/AAAAAAAABmE/ihJWTPWvUbA/s72-c/ole-822-matador-singles-081%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-794346920037967445</id><published>2010-01-13T09:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:22:04.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old at the interview.</title><summary type='text'>Just before Thanksgiving last year I had an interview for a project manager position at a company I was very interested in working for. I did the normal prep work to get ready... in fact I did extra because I wanted to come across well. Sharp. I studied up on the company and then figured out how my background as a PM would fit well with in this position. I went in feeling very confident.I met </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/794346920037967445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/794346920037967445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-at-interview.html' title='Old at the interview.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3444506564912177014</id><published>2010-01-10T19:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:58:29.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Record Shopping.</title><summary type='text'>A good day record shopping always does me well.  Even if I spend no money.  Flipping through rows and rows of 12"s is filled with excitement and a little bit of a history lesson.  This morning's trip to Reckless had some good finds... and they gave me enough credit from my sell pile to pay for everthing I picked out.  Very excited to find the UK version of Let It Bleed!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3444506564912177014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3444506564912177014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/record-shopping.html' title='Record Shopping.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S0qEnlPUtNI/AAAAAAAABl8/358If7NpgxU/s72-c/IMG_5184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8523370906278434016</id><published>2010-01-09T17:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:20:12.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 1.9.2010.</title><summary type='text'>My first attempt at making Pad Thai.  I would give the results a C+, but I have made enough notes that the next time around I am sure I can bump that up to a B+.  I am not sure if I need a better recipe, or if it's just something that the more you make and tweak the better it gets.But nontheless... it was a fun dinner to make before heading out for a night at the Opera House to see Merry Widow.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8523370906278434016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8523370906278434016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-192010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 1.9.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S0kOHb8beuI/AAAAAAAABl0/y4FvWv6d-D8/s72-c/IMG_5165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2229326704605505700</id><published>2010-01-08T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:15:07.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is changing.</title><summary type='text'>My fourteen month old is going through some crazy sleeping cycles.  He is in that period of losing his morning nap, but really not wanting to let go of it.  So some days see no naps and extreme over-tiredness (cranky).  Plus he has been congested and snotty which makes for poor sleeping.  And on top of that... the kid has never been a good sleeper.  These past few weeks we've been back to waking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2229326704605505700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2229326704605505700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-is-changing.html' title='Sleep is changing.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3643329116927651550</id><published>2010-01-07T17:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:45:22.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WhatIcutoffwhiletryingtocookdinner.</title><summary type='text'>I am not sure how making cheese grits so quickly landed me at the ER, but strangely enough it did. I thought I would make some cheese grits with shrimp and ham for dinner since it was quick, easy, and also comfort food for a cold Chicago night. It was all pretty much done when I sliced off the top of my index finger when attempting too many things at one time... one of those being slicing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3643329116927651550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3643329116927651550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whaticutoffwhiletryingtocookdinner.html' title='WhatIcutoffwhiletryingtocookdinner.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S0Z0Puy1QII/AAAAAAAABlk/2KbJPlVYLRs/s72-c/IMG_5158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-428579410140145102</id><published>2010-01-06T12:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:37:21.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsforlunch, 1.6.2010.</title><summary type='text'>The current book I am reading (Hot Dog: A Global History by Bruce King) is making me hungry for hot dogs. Thankfully Chicago is one of the best places on earth to get a great hot dog!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/428579410140145102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/428579410140145102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-162010.html' title='Whatsforlunch, 1.6.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S0TXyCX2YFI/AAAAAAAABlc/Ajf5UxBmbwc/s72-c/IMG_5145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3056009148587028581</id><published>2010-01-06T08:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:34:09.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Republican.</title><summary type='text'>I am not a Republican. I always tell people I don't make enough money to be a part of the GOP. I am not some extreme left wing Democrat either. I vote in every election and try to pick the best candidate, not just side with party lines. I tend to leave many spaces blank since I would rather not vote on a specific category I am not read-up on than to vote for the "wrong" candidate. Yep, all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3056009148587028581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3056009148587028581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/thinking-republican.html' title='Thinking Republican.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5519092339506295905</id><published>2010-01-05T22:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:25:19.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Willie Mitchell R.I.P.</title><summary type='text'>Willie Mitchell passed away today. A big part of the Memphis music scene, and one of the best producers ever to live. He will be missed. Here is a post I did a couple years ago about Willie...5 of 9er... A Thoughtful Gift.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5519092339506295905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5519092339506295905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/willie-mitchell-rip.html' title='Willie Mitchell R.I.P.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8867124946192033030</id><published>2010-01-04T19:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:28:38.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 1.4.2010.</title><summary type='text'>Spaghetti Puttanesca with Flaked Tuna out of the America's Test Kitchen magazine was tonight's dinner. Quick and easy to make... a recipe that most, if not all, of the ingredients are already in the house. I would use low salt diced tomatoes next time since it was a little salty for me. Also shrimp or salmon would be better than tuna.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8867124946192033030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8867124946192033030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-142010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 1.4.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S0KU3sudE0I/AAAAAAAABlU/XIZHqJ-_Tmg/s72-c/IMG_5142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-1454619295358889195</id><published>2010-01-04T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:37:13.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to unemployment.</title><summary type='text'>I am not going to make 2010 another year of whining about being unemployed, but this morning it was a bit difficult to read through posts about everyone going back to work.  Only one person was actually excited to go back to work, and this person owns his own company.  I truly feel left out... I want to complain about going to work too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1454619295358889195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1454619295358889195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-unemployment.html' title='Back to unemployment.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4423306642332643657</id><published>2010-01-03T19:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:06:13.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 1.3.2010.</title><summary type='text'>I do not tend to cook much Asian food, but decided to add two new recipes to this week's dinner menu.  Both came out of the America's Test Kitchen's magazine and both are fairly simple to make... just called for a few ingredients that are not stocked in my kitchen.  This noodle receipe was great for a day when I find myself with a little bit of a cold.  The fresh ginger and chili-garlic sauce </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4423306642332643657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4423306642332643657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-132010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 1.3.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S0FMDEDK_AI/AAAAAAAABlM/UxNGd1Fbg-M/s72-c/noodles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7780158091189548769</id><published>2010-01-01T19:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:09:50.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsfordinner, 1.1.2010.</title><summary type='text'>News Years has started off right this year... with good food.  Sure I am hoping for employment, but knowing the call will not come today I can at least make my tummy happy.As always, black eyed peas were made since LP is from the South and all good Southerners eat black eyed peas on New Years Day for good luck.  No chicken since that is back luck (they scratch backwards or somrthing like that).  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7780158091189548769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7780158091189548769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2010/01/whatsfordinner-112010.html' title='Whatsfordinner, 1.1.2010.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S0FJY_xJd_I/AAAAAAAABk8/w0t0lx_9kNs/s72-c/IMG_5127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-9032744249124732222</id><published>2009-12-31T09:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:23:29.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Albums of 2009.</title><summary type='text'>Year 2009 will be in the history books in a few hours... so this means it is time for my annual list of my favorite music of the past year. A year that I spent completely on unemployment... so music came from friends and also from selling music to buy music.  The CD died more this year.  The vinyl album rose in sales.  But downloaded music is still gaining more and more ground... and sadly since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/9032744249124732222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/9032744249124732222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/12/favorite-albums-of-2009.html' title='Favorite Albums of 2009.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SzzBf5zncTI/AAAAAAAABks/Z5TLZQpylug/s72-c/the-pains-of-being-pure-at-heart%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8889495940061091754</id><published>2009-12-30T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:58:11.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry explosion.</title><summary type='text'>Cooking lesson: Never blend hot curry sauce.  I need to purchase one of those hand blenders.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8889495940061091754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8889495940061091754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/12/curry-explosion.html' title='Curry explosion.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S0FK8wBm-CI/AAAAAAAABlE/8N1ZfG88kGY/s72-c/IMG_5110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6934468064905972765</id><published>2009-12-18T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:12:51.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California.</title><summary type='text'>Oh California how I miss you. Our trip out to the Bay Area reminds me how much I miss seeing my family.  Once we leave I am sure Miles will miss the lemon trees in my parent's backyard.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6934468064905972765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6934468064905972765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/12/california.html' title='California.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S1XLiY-RK6I/AAAAAAAABmU/HOpuX_PobLo/s72-c/lemons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6719732488928564576</id><published>2009-12-16T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:32:08.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchor Christmas.</title><summary type='text'>While in San Francisco why not do something very San Francisco... no, not go to the Golden Gate bridge. Have a lateral tasting of Anchor Christmas beers from 1998 to 2010 with a good group of about fifteen.My brother had stored at least one magnum bottle of Anchor Brewing's Christmas Ale from 1998 to the current 2009. Supposedly the recipe for the beer changes from year to year, unlike most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6719732488928564576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6719732488928564576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/12/anchor-christmas.html' title='Anchor Christmas.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/S1XMJs1FA5I/AAAAAAAABmc/Ml2VeVgypdc/s72-c/bottles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4612258915762335919</id><published>2009-11-15T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:01:52.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November.</title><summary type='text'>I will get back on the horse again... just need to come up with some things to blog about.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4612258915762335919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4612258915762335919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/11/november.html' title='November.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8749565429162302841</id><published>2009-10-09T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:30:33.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spammers.</title><summary type='text'>It's frustrating enough not getting replies from the zillions of jobs I've applied for... but when I do get an email and it's a scam!  GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.  Sadly I know there are plenty of people who fall for them (which really is sad).  It just pisses me off!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8749565429162302841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8749565429162302841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/10/spammers.html' title='Spammers.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7379007827216636839</id><published>2009-10-07T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:59:50.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One year near.</title><summary type='text'>One year of being unemployed is getting closer and closer.  No leads.  No interviews.  And all I can think of is that my unemployment checks will end in December.  I cannot throw my son the 1st birthday party I wanted to.  Our savings is getting smaller each month which means and dreams of buying a house are more and more out of reach.  We cannot afford to move... and if I cannot find a job in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7379007827216636839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7379007827216636839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-near.html' title='One year near.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5378502408728624903</id><published>2009-07-23T08:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:13:32.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day.</title><summary type='text'>Wake up some time between 4am and 6:30am.Coffee.Breakfast.Help LP get her bags ready for work.Go to snotty park before anyone gets there.Feed Miles.Nap #1... check Facebook, look for jobs, apply for jobs, try not to get down about being out of work.Go for a walk... usually to the grocery store.Feed Miles.Play with blocks and toys.Nap #2... either get on the computer or read or start prepping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5378502408728624903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5378502408728624903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/07/may-day.html' title='My Day.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3583774854754657025</id><published>2009-07-20T09:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:54:51.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park.</title><summary type='text'>I live by three parks. One of them is named Fellger Park. This seems to be the cool hip spot for parents on the Northside of Chicago to bring their children... children under eight. I have seen people drive up, park on the street, pull out their stroller, strap the kid(s) in, and walk twenty feet into the park. And not any stroller will do... it must be the Bugaboo. This is the Northside park to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3583774854754657025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3583774854754657025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/07/park.html' title='The Park.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-553918238263581030</id><published>2009-05-09T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:06:46.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Giving Up...</title><summary type='text'>No I am not giving this blog up, I am just not finding much time to type... and not many exciting things going on to post about.  Lately my posting has been limited to blurbs on Twitter and Facebook.I did try to start a second blog at the beginning of 2009 about my life and times on unemployment.  With every day being the same... and getting absolutely nowhere on the job hunt I realized it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/553918238263581030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/553918238263581030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-giving-up.html' title='Not Giving Up...'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4059334475962807932</id><published>2009-02-24T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:51:37.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paczki Day!</title><summary type='text'>Today is Paczki Day! So LP and I, along with Miles for the first time, made our annual trip to the Pasieka Bakery to buy some paczki for LP to take to work.  This is the first year I did not get to take some to share since I don't have a job.  This all means that Lent starts tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4059334475962807932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4059334475962807932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/paczki-day.html' title='Paczki Day!'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SaQWp2ItkcI/AAAAAAAABkU/dT3b5rCjeAM/s72-c/IMG_1950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2084594331420900662</id><published>2009-02-23T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:29:55.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>81st Oscar Wrap Up.</title><summary type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire... did not see it.The Reader... did not see it, but own the book which I never read.Milk... did not see it.Vicky Cristina Barcelona... did not see it.The Curious Case of Benjamin Button... did not see it, but almost did.The Duchess... did not see it, but it's in my queue on Netflix.Man on Wire... saw it and though it should of been a short.WALL-E... saw it, and thought it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2084594331420900662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2084594331420900662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/81st-oscar-wrap-up.html' title='81st Oscar Wrap Up.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-8304762759896637785</id><published>2009-02-15T12:08:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:21:22.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles loves bouncing.</title><summary type='text'>




This marks the first video I have ever uploaded to Blogger... I guess there is a first for everything. Miles is now 16 weeks old and loves to jump in this jumpy-swing-thing. The tunes on the turntable in the background are by Breakestra. I highly recommend this album... it's great for parties, and for kids who love to bounce!</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=71148eca294bacbc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8304762759896637785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/8304762759896637785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/miles-loves-bouncing.html' title='Miles loves bouncing.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZhbm3L_T_I/AAAAAAAABkE/9yg1AxPsPdo/s72-c/Breakestra-HitTheFloor%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5875320426458911855</id><published>2009-02-12T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:20:35.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Photoshop.</title><summary type='text'>When there is no time to post... then why not post a photo of Chicago taken from my phone and reworked in Photoshop.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5875320426458911855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5875320426458911855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/chicago-photoshop.html' title='Chicago Photoshop.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTmt0KWPqI/AAAAAAAABjc/ryEaoyOOM_c/s72-c/chicago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3691259601102380365</id><published>2009-02-10T18:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:52:27.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>60 In February.</title><summary type='text'>The one plus about being unemployed is being able to take my son for a walk in the neighborhood on the first 60 degree day of the year.  By the weekend it will be back in the 30's with some flurries.  The sun did us both well today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3691259601102380365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3691259601102380365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/60-in-february.html' title='60 In February.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZIg7vHf3NI/AAAAAAAABjU/Dnfg7F69h6U/s72-c/img103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7018404875621684286</id><published>2009-02-03T06:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:33:24.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions and Thoughts.</title><summary type='text'>I am totally hooked on the television show "The Secret Life of the American Teenager."  I know, I know - it is truly awful (is anything on ABC Family good?), but I just cannot stop watching.  I was actually surprised that it was renewed for a second season.  All of the high school kids have sex or want to have sex, yet none of them drink or do drugs because that would be bad.  Yep.I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7018404875621684286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7018404875621684286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/confessions-and-thoughts.html' title='Confessions and Thoughts.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SYfIEP_SUlI/AAAAAAAABjM/aGzP3q36OY8/s72-c/trio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4215556455343216036</id><published>2009-02-02T05:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:32:00.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day.</title><summary type='text'>I love Groundhog Day... and yes, I even dig the movie.  Although I can't seem to find my copy of the movie.  Grrrrr...  Hope Punxsutawney Phil does not see his shadow this morning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4215556455343216036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4215556455343216036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SYZ3lWKKXjI/AAAAAAAABjE/ZDEologs5Xs/s72-c/groundhog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-28506625400610332</id><published>2009-02-01T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:32:05.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeper Bowl.</title><summary type='text'>This year I skipped watching the Super Bowl... I took a long nap which I really needed.  It was very satisfying.  Although I did not eat any of the junk food (chips &amp; dip) we bought to munch on during the game.  I think the Steelers won.  I got up in time to see the new episode of The Office.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/28506625400610332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/28506625400610332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleeper-bowl.html' title='Sleeper Bowl.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2290987450656103676</id><published>2009-01-27T06:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:30:56.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Box of Dub.</title><summary type='text'>I have been completely absorbed with the two Box of Dub compilations that Soul Jazz put out a little while ago...  2007 maybe?  Dubstep is the only electronic music I have been listening to, with the exception of Lindstrom.  I'll probably be completely sick of it in a few days... but right now it seems just right.A good place to learn more about Dubstep is: dubstep.fm/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2290987450656103676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2290987450656103676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Box of Dub.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SX5-269xWbI/AAAAAAAABi8/Ug362u47QaI/s72-c/dub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-5907205298836615850</id><published>2009-01-26T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:44:00.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Friend.</title><summary type='text'>Last Thursday Miles and I had our first play date.  This couple that LP and I met at a wedding a couple weekends ago has a new baby who is two weeks younger than Miles.  Score!  Meeting people with a new born too!So Mom &amp; Baby Girl came over for a play date on Thursday afternoon.  Our kids are too young to actually play together, but it was just nice to be able to talk to someone about daily </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5907205298836615850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/5907205298836615850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy-friend.html' title='Mommy Friend.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-2663587356424456977</id><published>2009-01-24T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:35:14.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eloise.</title><summary type='text'>Just a good day for a kitty photo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2663587356424456977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/2663587356424456977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/eloise.html' title='Eloise.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXvr3Sdv-lI/AAAAAAAABio/gA9QiaLZFP4/s72-c/3223552523_3c30cacb40_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7146032131261167576</id><published>2009-01-22T10:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:53:44.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monday.</title><summary type='text'>I was never aware that the third Monday of the year was referred to as "Blue Monday."  Did you?  I was only knew of the New Order song by the same name... a pretty darn good song.Blue Monday is supposedly so depressing since by the third Monday of the year we are already failing at our resolutions, getting tired of the winter cold, and trying to pay off the debt we incurred over the Christmas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7146032131261167576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7146032131261167576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/blue-monday.html' title='Blue Monday.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4125265245902292254</id><published>2009-01-21T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:08:15.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a very trying day for me. Being Mr. Mom sounds like a lot of fun, but yesterday was one of those days I wish I had of been at my old job. My old job seemed like a walk in the park compared to yesterday. And if it were a nice Spring day I would of gone for a walk in the park, but with it being only in the teens outside there was no way I could take Miles outside.Yesterday was full of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4125265245902292254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4125265245902292254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXh9tbfbuxI/AAAAAAAABiE/_zECS2pH33U/s72-c/IMG_1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-6768435851281742942</id><published>2009-01-20T10:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:09:40.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His Day, Our Day (part 2).</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6768435851281742942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/6768435851281742942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-day-our-day-part-2.html' title='His Day, Our Day (part 2).'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXc_HwEsF2I/AAAAAAAABh0/peEGCF2u4ig/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-918579791555890804</id><published>2009-01-19T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:09:52.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His Day, Our Day (part 1).</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/918579791555890804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/918579791555890804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-day-our-day-part-1.html' title='His Day, Our Day (part 1).'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXc-4TNy7BI/AAAAAAAABhs/mA0Fr2m6vXk/s72-c/mlkj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-7148866482126674520</id><published>2009-01-16T21:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:07:02.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Coldness + A Rumor.</title><summary type='text'>I know there are plenty of cities in this world that are a lot colder than Chicago, but waking up to -17 degrees was brutal for most of us in this city. Plus we had a lovely windchill to add to the misery. It was so cold that when I drove LP to work I really wanted to pick up every single person outside waiting for the bus. I am glad that by tomorrow we will be 30 degrees warmer! Below I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7148866482126674520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/7148866482126674520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/negative-coldness-rumor.html' title='Negative Coldness + A Rumor.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SXIAJ1yJXkI/AAAAAAAABhI/s73ufXucC4k/s72-c/IMG_1630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3680490540811250321</id><published>2009-01-15T07:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:13:00.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my unemployed life*</title><summary type='text'>I started a new blog this year.  It's not very exciting, but it is a good way for me to reflect on my current situation.  It might be a tad bit depressing, but I do not mean it to be.  I really would like to just have a record of this trying time in my life.  I am going to keep the fun stories of my life to this blog, but I am sure my new blog will have an occasional rant about my last job.http:/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3680490540811250321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3680490540811250321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-unemployed-life.html' title='my unemployed life*'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-775285230982365195</id><published>2009-01-14T06:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:30:26.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow.</title><summary type='text'>Gee... tomorrow is going to be fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/775285230982365195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/775285230982365195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SW3asxortWI/AAAAAAAABeo/bLBb8YcFPmQ/s72-c/weather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-1445427406884864743</id><published>2009-01-13T21:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:05:55.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Mom.</title><summary type='text'>My new role this year has been Mr. Mom.  Now that I am unemployed, and LP had to go back to work, I get to spend my days with Miles.  This has been such a joy.  I feel absolutely lucky that I have been given time to spend with my son.  My son... even saying (or typing) it is still foreign to me.Now these days of "such a joy" have been a lot of work for me.  See I am one of those people who never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1445427406884864743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/1445427406884864743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-mom.html' title='Mr. Mom.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-4207688860900934192</id><published>2009-01-12T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:06:50.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed.</title><summary type='text'>Being unemployed is one of the worst feelings I have ever had.  It is a feeling of worthlessness and not being wanted or needed. I was laid off at the end of 2008 by the small company I was employed with for nearly nine years.  I worked extremely hard at being the best project / production manager for all of my clients, and was very proud at the loyalty they showed me.  Sure I probably got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4207688860900934192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/4207688860900934192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/unemployed.html' title='Unemployed.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25151082.post-3827994307897939452</id><published>2009-01-06T07:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:14:00.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1994, Part 2.</title><summary type='text'>One of the books I recently grabbed off my bookshelf to finally read was a book I bought in the 1996 (the receipt was still in it) and I never read - not even sure I opened it.  The reason I made the purchase was because one of the authors was one of my professors in college, a professor that I thought was the coolest teacher I ever had... but that is a story for another time.What was this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3827994307897939452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25151082/posts/default/3827994307897939452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5of9er.blogspot.com/2009/01/1994-part-2.html' title='1994, Part 2.'/><author><name>5 of 9er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902022873353359947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8ecKwcH_-s/SZTnzqA2-KI/AAAAAAAABjk/34K5JEf6O5E/S220/art_09.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
