<?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-1791656044791081505</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:25:10.081-04:00</updated><category term='120/80'/><category term='Bagging My Food'/><category term='Lilium longiflorum - Easter Lily'/><category term='Snowflakes – winters’ unnoticed secret. . .'/><category term='The Beginning...'/><category term='U2 will enjoy U23D'/><category term='Stoned . . .'/><category term='The Have and the Have Nots&apos;'/><category term='Manayunk'/><category term='Up-Up and Away'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Ahh Spring...'/><category term='Alive vs. Living'/><title type='text'>Moose on the Sidewalk</title><subtitle type='html'>My Blog I will call Seinfeld like. In what regard you may ask?  It is dedicated to nothing in particular. I plan to share with you the places I've traveled and the beautiful, and sometimes funny sights I've see along the way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-7704424030608542986</id><published>2008-04-06T11:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T13:20:29.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up-Up and Away'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Up-Up and Away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are looking for a fun and inexpensive day trip (2 hrs from  Harrisburg) why not consider visiting the &lt;a href="http://www.nasm.si.edu/udvarhazy/"&gt;Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center&lt;/a&gt; near Washington Dulles International Airport. The center opened in December 2003, and provides enough space for the Smithsonian to showcase the largest collection of aviation and space artifacts in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can walk among aircraft and small artifacts in display cases located on the floor, and view aircraft hanging from the arched ceiling on elevated sky walks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R_kCMcMPWhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n-vyi7og5TU/s1600-h/enterprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186178858643053074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="153" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R_kCMcMPWhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n-vyi7og5TU/s200/enterprise.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.nasm.si.edu/events/spaceage/back-up/enterprise.htm"&gt;Space Shuttle Enterprise&lt;/a&gt; is the center piece of James S. McDonnell Space Hangar. Visitors can get up close to this awe striking space vehicle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guarantee you will be impressed!  In addition to the a space shuttle, you will have an opportunity to see the Concorde.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Air France signed a letter of agreement to donate a&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R_kD5sMPWiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1fg8dtHAo2s/s1600-h/IMG_1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186180735543761442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R_kD5sMPWiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1fg8dtHAo2s/s200/IMG_1621.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Concorde to the National Air and Space Museum upon the aircraft's retirement and on June 12, 2003.  This is a must see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can visit the &lt;a href="http://www.nasm.si.edu/udvarhazy/"&gt;Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center &lt;/a&gt;for more information - you will not be disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-7704424030608542986?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7704424030608542986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=7704424030608542986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/7704424030608542986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/7704424030608542986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/04/up-up-and-away-if-you-are-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R_kCMcMPWhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n-vyi7og5TU/s72-c/enterprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-7012480318957292374</id><published>2008-04-04T15:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:12:07.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manayunk'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;MANAYUNK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to leisurely peruse art as you enjoying great food and music? Or do you enjoy shopping in eclectic retail shops? If you answered yes then &lt;a href="http://www.manayunk.com/"&gt;Manayunk&lt;/a&gt;, PA is a must stop for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find Manayunk the northwestern section of Philadelphia. It is situated on a hill side next to the beautiful Schuylkill River, in the center of everything. Manayunk is a unique destination with boutiques, restaurants; it has over 20 furniture and home furnishings stores, which is the largest concentration of furniture stores on one street in the entire East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a road trip in June you may wish to check out the towns’ art festival. This renowned arts festival offers something for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee that you will love the urban experience of Manayunk, yet feel content with its’ small town historic charm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-7012480318957292374?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7012480318957292374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=7012480318957292374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/7012480318957292374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/7012480318957292374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-like-to-leisurely-peruse-art-as.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-9063338196458635870</id><published>2008-04-01T15:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:38:40.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YouTube&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I was not a user of YouTube prior to taking ENGL 420.  However, after hearing many of my classmates raving about videos they each had seen - yes, I admit it… my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to explore YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience was nostalgia filled. . . I watched the opening to The Great Space Coaster (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dddm5bQeKvg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dddm5bQeKvg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) and found myself signing along – scary thought!&lt;br /&gt;As terrible as it is, I also watched as an unsuspecting gray squirrel cautiously approached a treat filled basket on someone’s porch… you need to watch to see what happens next . . . (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRR4bOquEKQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRR4bOquEKQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumb-founded when I read that “in August 2006, The Wall Street Journal published an article revealing that YouTube was hosting about 6.1 million videos (requiring about 45 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Terabyte" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terabyte"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;terabytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of storage space), and had about 500,000 user accounts. As of March 22, 2008, a YouTube search returns about 77.3 million videos and 2.89 million user channels.” According to Wikipedia, “YouTube consumes roughly 1 terabyte of bandwidth a second costing approximately $1 million a day. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reference – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/YouTube"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-9063338196458635870?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/9063338196458635870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=9063338196458635870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/9063338196458635870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/9063338196458635870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/04/youtube-i-must-say-that-i-was-not-user.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-1420445254630921539</id><published>2008-03-27T16:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:52:08.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alive vs. Living'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here we go again, Mom, Dad, and me. We are back in the car heading south on route 322 our destination is the Milton S. Hershey Medical Center. After so many times of “doing this routine” the sights and sounds of this trip are all too recognizable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Approaching the Eisenhower Interchange in Harrisburg is definite sign we are soon to arrive at the Hospital; that God awful place. My curt choice of words is because my Nana is a patient in the hospital, in that awful place, and she is alive, but not living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visitation schedule has made my mind slip into auto pilot. I approach the glass entrance, walk about 25-yards, turn right and take the stairs, and at the landing turn left and there it is the second floor Critical Care awaiting area. Then it hits me; the smell of ailing people, sterilized equipment, and utter despair, it hangs heavy in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take a deep breath and exhale. Then I muster the courage to walk through the door that separates me and my Nana. Tubes, hoses, wires, and a respirator are the equipment that is keeping my Nana clinging to life. As I stand at her bed side fighting back tears and stroking her arm that is swollen from excessive amounts of fluid, I question “Is she living?” Do I want my Nana to live like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medicine is a wonderful profession and physicians and nurses can perform procedures that are almost miraculous. However, the healthcare providers tell me and my family that my Nana’s brain is dead. Her situation is a result of complications from a massive stroke she experienced after surgery to her spinal column. In my incomplete understanding of the human body and medicine I am cognizant that although she is alive, she is not living. At her side I reflect on the decision that her husband, children, and I as part of the family must make, should a machine keep her alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decisions of life and death are heart wrenching. By human nature we are selfish. My selfish side says keep her here with us, her family! But, the selflessness in me says let her go. Let her go home to Heaven where I believe Jesus is waiting to welcome her and she can truly begin living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R-wJlMMPWgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jfxQ-gc2PZw/s1600-h/NANA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182527805728971266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R-wJlMMPWgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jfxQ-gc2PZw/s200/NANA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The life and death decision was made. Her respirator along with her tubes, hoses, and wires were removed from her lifeless body. Then on April 1, 2000 she shut eyes to the world and opened them in Heaven and once again began living! Now eight years later reflecting on her death I am able to see the courage of a family that allowed someone they loved so dearly to stop suffering and once again be alive and living! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E. Faye Lucas "Nana" - March 24, 1922 – April 1, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-1420445254630921539?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1420445254630921539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=1420445254630921539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/1420445254630921539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/1420445254630921539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-we-go-again-mom-dad-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R-wJlMMPWgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jfxQ-gc2PZw/s72-c/NANA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-200131552092910186</id><published>2008-03-23T18:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:21:49.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilium longiflorum - Easter Lily'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Easter has its share of traditions: egg decorations and hunts; gift baskets and chocolate bunnies, sunrise church services and and, of course, the Easter Lily.  For many, the beautiful trumpet-shaped white flowers symbolize purity, virtue, innocence, hope and life these are the spiritual essence of Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 24th chapter of Luke reads:&lt;br /&gt;1On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. 2They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. 4While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. 5In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? 6He is not here; he has risen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are of a different faith, I still believe that Easter can be a time of spiritual renewal – new spiritual life as spring returns to nature each year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-200131552092910186?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/200131552092910186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=200131552092910186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/200131552092910186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/200131552092910186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-has-its-share-of-traditions-egg.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-8027567153690791775</id><published>2008-03-19T21:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:28:42.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ahh Spring...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I, like many people I suppose, get a "spring itch." That feeling that spring time is just around the corner and winters' worst is behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny signs of spring are all around if we are attentive. . . Today, I noticed a small patch of green &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R-G9UcMPWfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NjP_mIwrSN4/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179629205315344882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R-G9UcMPWfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NjP_mIwrSN4/s200/IMG_0536.JPG" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grass and a few tulip leaves poking out of their winter beds and I was happy - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; happy!! Those small yet significant signs made me smile. Because I know, that soon, I will be leaving the house without being saddled by a bulky winter coat and my toes will be free to wiggle in sandals rather than being cramped and crowded in "fashion boots!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Thursday, March 20, 2008, at precisely 1:48 A.M. EDT the sun will cross directly over the Earth's equator - spring has arrived!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-8027567153690791775?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8027567153690791775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=8027567153690791775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/8027567153690791775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/8027567153690791775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like-many-people-i-suppose-get-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R-G9UcMPWfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NjP_mIwrSN4/s72-c/IMG_0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-8963454520194166755</id><published>2008-03-18T14:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:02:57.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Have and the Have Nots&apos;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Have’s and the Have Not’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on vacation near West Palm Beach, Florida, I was struck at the wealth that was all around me. From the oceanfront mansions in Palm Beach, the sleek yachts docked on the Intracoastal Waterway and the dozens of gated communities from Jupiter to Boca Raton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the U.S. Census Bureaus, median income for a household in the city is $36,774, and the median income for a family is $42,074. These figures represent the full time residents and most likely, not the world traveling millionaires that are sprinkled about the gated communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, I traveled though the town of Pahokee on my way to see Lake Okeechobee. Pahokee is a city located on the shore of Lake Okeechobee in Palm Beach County, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than seeing palm tree lined streets and well manicured lawns, I encountered poverty; visible poverty that caused me to pause and say “Can people really live in there?” The per capita income for the city is $10,346. 32.0% of the population and 29.4% of families are below the poverty line. &lt;a href="http://www.pahokeeflorida.com/local/cityinfo.html"&gt;http://www.pahokeeflorida.com/local/cityinfo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback at the dichotomy in the varying degrees of financial ability in two towns that are just 40 miles apart. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-8963454520194166755?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8963454520194166755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=8963454520194166755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/8963454520194166755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/8963454520194166755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/haves-and-have-nots-while-on-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-1502298099683481775</id><published>2008-03-02T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:50:45.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While channel surfing, I stopped to view a “reality series” on MTV, titled My Super Sweet Sixteen. The premise of the “show” is parents succumbing to the whining wishes of their spoiled children. Parents agree to throw a mega-birthday bash, with a luxury car included. These coming of age parties for sixteen year-olds would rival social gatherings thrown by million dollar celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of celebrating with a few close school friends at your parent’s house. Eating a Duncan Hines cake with store bought ice cream and your decorations consisted of a few balloons. The fallacy is that parents are being “good” to their children by lavishing them with excess. Moms and Dads willingly allow their child to create VIP rooms and then the birthday boy or girl ostracizes other party goers because of their social status. What is the lesson being communicated by parents? Allowing these types of behaviors only reinforce the self-centered attitudes that can exist in the teenage years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-1502298099683481775?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1502298099683481775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=1502298099683481775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/1502298099683481775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/1502298099683481775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/while-channel-surfing-i-stopped-to-view.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-4652037301868929117</id><published>2008-02-28T15:38:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:51:33.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='120/80'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R8ceNy1YX5I/AAAAAAAAADk/lrwiwd7uq6k/s1600-h/j0336515.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172135919391104914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R8ceNy1YX5I/AAAAAAAAADk/lrwiwd7uq6k/s200/j0336515.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;120/80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Blood pressure? Blood pressure is the force in the arteries when the heart beats this is the systolic pressure and when the heart is at rest that is the diastolic pressure. The American Heart Association (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/"&gt;&lt;span &gt;http://www.americanheart.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;) states that a normal blood pressure, for adults should 120/80 or lower. Uncontrolled high blood pressure can lead to stroke, heart attack, and heart and/or kidney failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many doctors believe that various factors can lead to hypertension, a reading consistently above 140/90. For many Americans hypertension is a result of being overweight, smoking, drinking alcohol to excess, lack of physical activity, and family history of the condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the American Heart Association except in a few rare cases, doctors don't know what causes high blood pressure and I am one of the rare cases. When I was first diagnosed, I was very angry and upset. Questions of “Why me” kept creeping into my head. There are still moments that I become discouraged that I need to rely on several medicines to keep my body functioning properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stopped having a pity party, I suppose that I am thankful that my condition was caught early before any damage was done to my heart and kidneys. As I age, I realize that I have less control over my body. However, I do have control over making healthy choices that will optimistically keep me around for a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-4652037301868929117?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4652037301868929117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=4652037301868929117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/4652037301868929117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/4652037301868929117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/02/12080-what-is-blood-pressure-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R8ceNy1YX5I/AAAAAAAAADk/lrwiwd7uq6k/s72-c/j0336515.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-7021382380887170243</id><published>2008-02-27T12:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:55:09.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stoned . . .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R8WjLS1YX3I/AAAAAAAAADU/2ZVAiZx4QFA/s1600-h/NWLLogoLeft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171719161534504818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R8WjLS1YX3I/AAAAAAAAADU/2ZVAiZx4QFA/s200/NWLLogoLeft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During a trip to the Laurel Highlands in the Southwestern part of Pennsylvania my husband and I stayed at Nemacolin Woodlands Resort (&lt;a href="http://www.nemacolin.com/"&gt;http://www.nemacolin.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Nemacolin is a family luxury vacation destination located on 2,800 wooded acres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my husband, was attending meetings I took advantage of the Woodlands Spa. I must confess, in the era of personal pampering, I have never had a massage, but decided it was time to take the leap. After a visit to the spa, I settled on a hot stone massage and quickly scheduled an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for my appointment, and with butterflies in my stomach, I walked through the large wooden doors, and approached the desk and checked myself in. The therapist retrieved me from the quiet area and we made our way to the massage room. Now lying on a heated table, the therapist proceeded to place heated basalt stones in specific points along my spine and under my hands. He then took the flat water-heated stones in his hands and began to give my back a deep massage. All of the apprehension that I was feeling initially, quickly subsided. I was thoroughly enjoying the wonderful sensation of calm and warmth, and I was disappointed that the experience ended so quickly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first massage session was fabulous and I would certainly do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-7021382380887170243?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7021382380887170243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=7021382380887170243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/7021382380887170243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/7021382380887170243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/02/during-trip-to-laurel-highlands-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R8WjLS1YX3I/AAAAAAAAADU/2ZVAiZx4QFA/s72-c/NWLLogoLeft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-2454667272461313634</id><published>2008-02-24T14:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:33:08.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2 will enjoy U23D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R8HGZC1YX1I/AAAAAAAAADE/YUVLfmSo3jM/s1600-h/U2_NS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170631980757835602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R8HGZC1YX1I/AAAAAAAAADE/YUVLfmSo3jM/s200/U2_NS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;U2 will enjoy U23D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently had an opportunity to see U23D at the &lt;a href="http://www.whitakercenter.org/home/"&gt;Whitaker Center.&lt;/a&gt; I went with a bit of reservation, but was pleasantly surprised at the intense cinematography U23D had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first ever live-action 3D concert film and it will keep you engaged from the first song. Members of the band kept it interesting by making good use of the camera, moving toward the audience in such a way that it seemed like they were literally standing before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advanced digital 3D imagery and cutting-edge surround sound technology are coupled for the first time, to bring this concert to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out &lt;a href="http://www.u23dmovie.com/"&gt;http://www.u23dmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt; to see a trailer of the U23D movie featuring U2 in concert and read about the U23D film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the Whitaker Center (&lt;a href="http://www.whitakercenter.org/home/"&gt;http://www.whitakercenter.org/home/&lt;/a&gt;) for show times and ticket prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitakercenter.org/home/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-2454667272461313634?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2454667272461313634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=2454667272461313634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/2454667272461313634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/2454667272461313634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/02/u2-will-enjoy-u23d-i-recently-had.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R8HGZC1YX1I/AAAAAAAAADE/YUVLfmSo3jM/s72-c/U2_NS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-5303786561403539157</id><published>2008-02-12T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:30:51.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snowflakes – winters’ unnoticed secret. . .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R7Hc1i1YXyI/AAAAAAAAACs/kiAM7PzbJDo/s1600-h/j0172541.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166153060012547874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R7Hc1i1YXyI/AAAAAAAAACs/kiAM7PzbJDo/s200/j0172541.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowflakes – winters’ unnoticed secret. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to work this morning, the sky was intermittently releasing tiny snowflakes that were clinging to my windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was humbled as I caught, just for a moment, the delicate detail of those tiny flakes. We’ve all heard that each one is unique, and this morning I noticed just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this (&lt;a href="http://www.its.caltech.edu/~atomic/snowcrystals/"&gt;http://www.its.caltech.edu/~atomic/snowcrystals/&lt;/a&gt;) on-line guide to snowflakes, snow crystals, and other ice phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site will help you realize how remarkable and truly complex snowflakes are, and how they are created out of thin air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-5303786561403539157?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5303786561403539157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=5303786561403539157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/5303786561403539157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/5303786561403539157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/02/snowflakes-winters-unnoticed-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R7Hc1i1YXyI/AAAAAAAAACs/kiAM7PzbJDo/s72-c/j0172541.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-7875456804747825408</id><published>2008-01-29T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:03:38.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bagging My Food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sooooo hate grocery shopping. . . The mere thought of it causes me to spiral into a slight depression. This evening I stopped at the store after school and I left physically and emotionally drained, and my encounter with “Stephen” didn't help matters. First let me give you a small glimpse into the inefficiency of this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it…&lt;br /&gt;• Food is placed in the cart&lt;br /&gt;• Food is taken from the cart and placed onto the conveyor belt&lt;br /&gt;• From the belt the food is placed into a bag • The bag is then removed from the counter and placed back into the cart&lt;br /&gt;• The bagged items are ONCE AGAIN removed from the cart and placed into the trunk of your car&lt;br /&gt;• Upon arriving home, YOU AGAIN remove the bags from the trunk and carry the purchases into the house and unpack all of the items you just had to pack in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS pick the line that has the Laziest cashier - the individual who could care less about the task at hand. This evening, “Stephen” muttered something that resembled “Hello” - I think. He then proceeds to JAM the food into the corner of the counter at which point the expectation has become that I BAG THE GROCERIES. So, not only am I forced to participate in this inefficient process, and then I am REQUIRED TO BAG MY OWN STUFF, while "Stephen" chats it up with the young lady occupying the lottery ticket counter!! Hellooooooooooo it's called do your job!! I just spent $80 in your store - the least you can do, Stephen, is put my ice cream in a stinkin' bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-7875456804747825408?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7875456804747825408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=7875456804747825408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/7875456804747825408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/7875456804747825408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-sooooo-hate-grocery-shopping_29.html' title=''/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-8550850046232814262</id><published>2008-01-20T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:20:44.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moose on the Sidewalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Explanation of My Blog Title...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;During what has become me and my husband's annual trip to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, I awoke one morning to view a MOOSE sauntering down the middle of the road! I rubbed my eyes once or twice to be sure I &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PT05c5Q2I/AAAAAAAAABw/IeuOYkCyVGw/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698903998022498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PT05c5Q2I/AAAAAAAAABw/IeuOYkCyVGw/s200/IMG_0238.JPG" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wasn't seeing things. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In my excitement, I banged wildly on the bathroom door to alert Kevin to the close encounter that was happening right outside our door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Then, I grabbed the camera, flung open the door to our condo, and bounded down the stairs! My enthusiasm was abruptly curbed as I caught a LARGE brown creature out of the corner of my eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I halted my sprint like pace just before I had a close encounter with a moose who was strolling down our sidewalk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PWUpc5Q4I/AAAAAAAAACA/FERpkGoMUfM/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157701648482124674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="101" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PWUpc5Q4I/AAAAAAAAACA/FERpkGoMUfM/s200/IMG_0239.JPG" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I bellowed to the rest of the household, whom I had abandoned, &lt;strong&gt;"Holy crap! There's a moose on our sidewalk!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Let me tell you , that is not a phrase that you utter everyday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;These moose decided that the tender green plants that were adjacent to our condo would make a delicious breakfast.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PT1Zc5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/yRjRjk5OGmg/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698912587957106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PT1Zc5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/yRjRjk5OGmg/s200/IMG_0241.JPG" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-8550850046232814262?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8550850046232814262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=8550850046232814262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/8550850046232814262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/8550850046232814262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/01/moose-on-sidewalk.html' title='Moose on the Sidewalk'/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PT05c5Q2I/AAAAAAAAABw/IeuOYkCyVGw/s72-c/IMG_0238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791656044791081505.post-8655637366055620635</id><published>2008-01-15T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:23:05.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beginning...'/><title type='text'>In the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow, today I began my journey into the world of Blogging. As I am seated in my office, my mind drifts . . . I look around at the mango colored walls and I pause at a photograph taken at Grand Teton National Park. I love this picture. I believe it so esquisitely captures, for me, "The Beginning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R41j6pc5QzI/AAAAAAAAABM/2aVnlaP2z8Q/s1600-h/IMG_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155887007619695410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R41j6pc5QzI/AAAAAAAAABM/2aVnlaP2z8Q/s200/IMG_2196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Genesis 1&lt;br /&gt;The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light "day," and the darkness he called "night." And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791656044791081505-8655637366055620635?l=mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8655637366055620635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1791656044791081505&amp;postID=8655637366055620635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/8655637366055620635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791656044791081505/posts/default/8655637366055620635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooseonthesidewalk.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='In the Beginning'/><author><name>jrf5</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05258947643256569316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R5PCTJc5Q1I/AAAAAAAAABc/T6UNii3Y_6U/S220/IMG_0366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6JeHeUWwns/R41j6pc5QzI/AAAAAAAAABM/2aVnlaP2z8Q/s72-c/IMG_2196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
