<?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-9214631464629034831</id><updated>2011-09-26T22:01:05.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings from my little handbasket...</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't know that there will be a particular theme to this blog, except maybe that it will be random.  How's that?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627519533637385831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hvCIp67Z3_Q/SBJLN_XauII/AAAAAAAAAAM/eafkZHWeWJo/S220/th_Focus.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214631464629034831.post-2905106882667725093</id><published>2008-06-26T10:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:32:15.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts...yeah right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/Movies/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/Movies/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/Movies/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh, I was finally able to sit down and watch P.S. I Love You and what a treat.  At first, when I heard about this movie (and me, the only words I heard were Gerard Butler), I was very excited.  Everyone told me I had to watch it, but it was sad.  Well damn, why do I want to purposely watch something sad and I even stated this time and again.  'No, no...you have to watch it.  You will love it'.  This from everyone.  So, a couple of Saturday's ago, when the boys were "camping" in the back yard and I had the house to myself, I sat down to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy crap.  I laughed, I cried, I laughed some more....and cried some more.  What a great movie.  It hit me on a lot of levels, but two things really sat out.  One, being happy everyday with what you have and also, is there a kind of love out there for me like that?  Not sure if that makes sense, but it really made me think.  I love my other half, but I truly wonder how long we will last....but that is a discussion for another day.  Needless to say, but this will go on my TBL and will set right next to 300 on my movie shelf.  MMMMMM Gerry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little side note...my little guy that runs the barber shop was open at 5:30am as usual today and as I drove by and looked in, he was asleep on the recliner in the shop.  Too cute!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you noticed my side bar, I finished Blood Noir and am on to Lover Enshrined.  Blood Noir was good.  Not as much action as there was character building, but I liked it.  I have been a fan since the beginning and have ridden the roller coaster that is Anita Blake.  So many love LKH's books up to a certain point and then begin to hate them.  Granted, some of the middle ones are not what we started out with, but isn't that true of life in general?  I like how Anita is growing and changing and yes, she is a little rough but that is our Anita.  My only complaint:  I would love to have more of Jean Claude and the vampire politics.  I miss him and I want more than a little bit here and there of what the council and other vampires are thinking of their growing power and issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am keeping my fingers crossed for Lover Enshrined.  I did read some crummy reviews, but most everyone that has read it has loved it.  I just seem to be going through another reading slump...or maybe it is brain melt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I better get back to work.  Thanks for listening to me drone on and on and on........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9214631464629034831-2905106882667725093?l=fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/feeds/2905106882667725093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214631464629034831&amp;postID=2905106882667725093' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/2905106882667725093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/2905106882667725093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/2008/06/deep-thoughtsyeah-right.html' title='Deep thoughts...yeah right'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627519533637385831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hvCIp67Z3_Q/SBJLN_XauII/AAAAAAAAAAM/eafkZHWeWJo/S220/th_Focus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/Movies/th_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214631464629034831.post-7722093407553402259</id><published>2008-06-12T11:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:00:54.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/Random/RandomThoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/Random/RandomThoughts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow.  Getting my mind together to form anything cohesive today is turning out to be a real battle.  It seems to just be jumping everywhere from my job blowing today (well, I guess that is most days) to what's for dinner and then to why would someone add ham and pickles to a Philly steak sandwich.  The first two I guess are easy to answer, but the last....the world will never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Do you ever catch yourself wondering about something and making up these stories about it and wishing you could find out the answers?  Each day I drive to work I pass by first, a barber shop with the oldest little man that runs it.  I am driving to work between 5:30 and 5:45 am and he is opening up shop at this time.  There have been a couple of days that he has not been there and I get all worried, wondering if he is OK, or if he has family to check on him to make sure he is OK.  Silly, huh?  But everyday I look for him.  Second is a couple of scooters that are parked next to a building downtown.  They are always there...together...in the morning.  The other day I drove by and there was just one and someone out on the sidewalk pacing with a ciggy.  I am thinking to myself if they are a couple...did they break up...did one of them not come home....on and on and on.  Is this sane behavior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well, I guess I should get back to work.  So not fun, but I only have an hour left.  Then home to the psycho puppy and the monster 5 year old.  Ahhhh the joys of motherhood...wouldn't change it for anything!!!  (OK, maybe a few quiet minutes to myself here and there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/Random/RandomThoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9214631464629034831-7722093407553402259?l=fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/feeds/7722093407553402259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214631464629034831&amp;postID=7722093407553402259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/7722093407553402259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/7722093407553402259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/2008/06/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627519533637385831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hvCIp67Z3_Q/SBJLN_XauII/AAAAAAAAAAM/eafkZHWeWJo/S220/th_Focus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/Random/th_RandomThoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214631464629034831.post-6978404227999292543</id><published>2008-06-04T09:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:58:43.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/weekdays/Wednesday/humpday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/weekdays/Wednesday/humpday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh, that magical day of the week.  No, not Friday....I wish.  I am &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; ready for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;      I have finally figured out how to sign on to this here at, dare I say it....work.  Shame on me, I know.  I live on the edge.  Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;     Well, wow...now that my coworker that was driving me bonkers has gone on break and I can actually write something, my mind has gone blank.  I know, for some that will be no surprise...the surprise will be that there was actually something in my head in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;     We are having quite the rainy days here in Idaho this week.  I am loving it.  I am not ready for the blaring heat yet.  What I am ready for right now is a nap.  There is something about the rain that makes me just want to curl up in a ball and nap all day or snuggle in with a blanket and a good book.  Would be a good day to finish my book.  Hopefully today or tomorrow I will get that thing done so I can move onto the next:  either Blood Noir by Laurell K Hamilton or Lover Enshrined by JR Ward.  Not sure which one to pick yet.  I guess it might depend on whether I get Lover Enshrined by the time I finish Dark Desires.  I really liked that Kresley Cole had her latest two come out so close together.  I usually forget so much of what happened by the time the next book comes along that I play a lot of catch up.&lt;br /&gt;     I guess that is it for my mindless rambling for the day.  I am sure I can come up with more later, but only if I can find some spare time!  Where does it all go???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/[IMG]http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i180/we3slys/weekdays/Wednesday/humpday.jpg[/IMG]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9214631464629034831-6978404227999292543?l=fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/feeds/6978404227999292543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214631464629034831&amp;postID=6978404227999292543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/6978404227999292543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/6978404227999292543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-wednesday.html' title='Happy Wednesday!!'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627519533637385831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hvCIp67Z3_Q/SBJLN_XauII/AAAAAAAAAAM/eafkZHWeWJo/S220/th_Focus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214631464629034831.post-7942373998121623466</id><published>2008-06-02T20:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:47:47.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hvCIp67Z3_Q/SESqdFBwLCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BYxZzab3ZVI/s1600-h/51rAFUusZJL__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207474485689592866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hvCIp67Z3_Q/SESqdFBwLCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BYxZzab3ZVI/s320/51rAFUusZJL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I wish I had more time.  All I ever get is a few minutes here and there to get this shit figured out.  So, my poor Guinea pigs, here I go on my first whack at adding a picture.  Hope this works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I am LOVING this book!  Cade is just too hot for words and Holly is really growing on me.  She was driving me a little nuts at first, but you have to love her OCD...especially when you see a little bit of yourself in her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really hoping to have this done in time for Lover Enshrined tomorrow, but Phury will just have to wait a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214631464629034831-7942373998121623466?l=fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/feeds/7942373998121623466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214631464629034831&amp;postID=7942373998121623466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/7942373998121623466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/7942373998121623466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/2008/06/current-read.html' title='Current read'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627519533637385831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hvCIp67Z3_Q/SBJLN_XauII/AAAAAAAAAAM/eafkZHWeWJo/S220/th_Focus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hvCIp67Z3_Q/SESqdFBwLCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BYxZzab3ZVI/s72-c/51rAFUusZJL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214631464629034831.post-1224356656688761535</id><published>2008-05-28T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:03:15.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, here I go.  This will be short and sweet because the fam-damily will be calling soon.  Just wanted to see if I could get things going on here.  I am very excited to finally have this damn thing set up.  Time time time....where does it all go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214631464629034831-1224356656688761535?l=fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/feeds/1224356656688761535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214631464629034831&amp;postID=1224356656688761535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/1224356656688761535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214631464629034831/posts/default/1224356656688761535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthehandbasket-drea.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627519533637385831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hvCIp67Z3_Q/SBJLN_XauII/AAAAAAAAAAM/eafkZHWeWJo/S220/th_Focus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
