<?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-38195959</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:43:18.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fun From Dewey's Dartboard!</title><subtitle type='html'>Moving along and starting over, this 40 something gay man still has lots of things to say. You haven't heard the last of me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-4889406538901883449</id><published>2007-02-02T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:37:36.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds do it</title><content type='html'>Birds do it.&lt;br /&gt;Bees do it.&lt;br /&gt;Spider did it, and so did Tiger Yogi.&lt;br /&gt;Sorted did it and Doug in Florida did it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all moved to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Dewey's Dartboard is back, better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just follow me to deweydjb.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be glad you did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-4889406538901883449?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4889406538901883449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=4889406538901883449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/4889406538901883449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/4889406538901883449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/02/birds-do-it.html' title='Birds do it'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-3806716213180023636</id><published>2007-02-01T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:44:43.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urination Altercation.</title><content type='html'>Last night I decided to go on my nightly walk.  Chris had to work late, and so I decided to walk as soon as I got home so I could still walk while the sky was light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the mighty pink leash, hooked Lola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;on board&lt;/span&gt;, and we nosed out and onto the street.  We made it a little further than the halfway point when a man came barrelling out of his house and moved swiftly past me. He was certainly in a hurry. I thought that it might be from the chill in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked further up the street and came into contact with two teenagers who were walking along ahead of me.  "Why did you pee on my neighbor's garage door?",  he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a problem with me"' the teen responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to know why you peed on my neighbor's garage!", he shouted. The teen laughed. "Do you think this is funny?", he then yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the teen started to take off his jacket and I thought a fist fight was in the works. And Lola and I were getting closer and closer to the altercation.   Head down and moving much faster than usual, I dragged Lola along as we walked past the two men.  Lola wanted to stop and sniff things, and all I could think was that she would pee on the street and this would anger the man even more.  We quickly moved past and kept going.  Two blocks down and around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what happened to the two men, and if they decided to scuffle or not. I didn't think walking would be so exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-3806716213180023636?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3806716213180023636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=3806716213180023636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/3806716213180023636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/3806716213180023636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/02/urination-altercation.html' title='Urination Altercation.'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-7508425882355623034</id><published>2007-01-30T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:12:18.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Fragrant Me!</title><content type='html'>It seems everybody is having a mass exodus to Wordpress.   I am just getting used to Blogger and the NEW Blogger so I think I will stick around here for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, the last two years or so have found me getting itchy.  I am not sure when it started exactly, but my skin began to dry out and I spend most of the night scratching.  Many times I am keeping Chris awake with all my wiggling.  Something had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might have been about the time that we got a new furnace. We had this old coal furnace that was horribly out of date,  an old monster of a thing straight out of Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel.  (remember that one, kids? A picture book about a steam shovel that digs out the basement of a new building, only to get stuck down in the hole? She eventually stays there and becomes the furnace.)  So, Chris and I replaced the old furnace and got one that heated through gas.   Remarkably more efficient, keeps the house warm and really cuts down on the black dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after this change, I began to get itchy.  I was really worried that I was developing an allergy to the pets.  I love my three little darlings (two of which are keeping me company as I blog) and I would hate to think that all of a sudden I would become allergic to their fur.  (and even if that were to happen, I would suffer in silence before any of the three would move out.)&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor, he gave me Benadryl and sometimes a steroid, and told me to take that for a few weeks and I should stop itching.  And that would work for a while.  I would stop  itching and feel fine and then a month would go by and it would start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sometimes, I am a bit slow on the uptake. I never thought that the furnace could dry out my skin and make me itchy.   Chris told me that gas furnaces are very dry and that could be causing the problem  (and it only took me over three years to reach this conclusion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was a boy to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during the month of January, Bath and Body Works was having a major sale (and hence the FRAGRANT part of this post. ) I invested in body lotion.   Now, every morning I put on my lotion right after I get out of the shower and I put it on again before I go to bed. And I haven't been itching. It is marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what scents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes smell like Coconut lime verbena, or floral freesia, or sometimes brown sugar and fig and some days gardenia.  And the best part is that I am not itching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-7508425882355623034?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7508425882355623034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=7508425882355623034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/7508425882355623034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/7508425882355623034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-fragrant-me.html' title='Oh, Fragrant Me!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-7871811132304365212</id><published>2007-01-29T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:40:06.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution Revolution</title><content type='html'>Well, I certainly have been busy this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't set a New Year's resolution, but it seems I am working on two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I am being a bit successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been walking the dog every day. It is almost a month now, and I have increased the walk from a mile to a mile and a half.  I walk even when there is a bitter chill in the air (like this morning).   Lola comes, too, and she really seems to like it.  We march all around Hampden, and usually down the Avenue where we can window shop as we walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bit scary because we passed an unattended dog with tags but no owner or leash, and it was rather large. It might have been a German Shepherd, but I am not really sure.  I was afraid that it would get spooked and bite. I have been bitten by an unattended dog before and it is not pleasant.  But the dog passed and we went on our merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing  I have been doing is cooking. I am trying to cook at least four times a week.  This helps us to save money, and spend more time hanging out together at home.  And Chris does the dishes. Not a bad routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I make some pretty good things if I do say so myself.  Tomorrow I am going to put new potatoes, onions, sauerkraut and turkey sausage in the slow cooker.  I love the slow cooker. (I know I have said this before, and I will probably say it again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am moving forward and doing well.  And my pants are starting to feel looser. If I can lose maybe three pants sizes I will be really happy. And this time, I think I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-7871811132304365212?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7871811132304365212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=7871811132304365212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/7871811132304365212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/7871811132304365212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolution-revolution.html' title='Resolution Revolution'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-3554856614470838469</id><published>2007-01-28T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T13:17:55.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Girl</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been away for three days. Really. I tried to blog yesterday and spent about a half an hour looking at the expanse of white, and could not think of a thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having trouble coming up with comments this week as well. I think of something to say and it seems that someone else has already said it, and usually in  a better way than I could hope to manage.  So, I remain silent. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did sink back into my puffy chair and open a good book. I decided to read Third Girl by Agatha Christie. I am a huge fan of the Poirot films put out by A&amp;E but there are still some Hercule Poirot novel that are not made into films, and I am concentrating on these to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Girl is an interesting story.  A third girl is the third person to rent a flat. A young woman rents a flat, brings in a friend as the second girl and then advertises the room in the paper to attract a third Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, the third girl is Norma Restarick.  She was at a party with famed mystery novelist Ariadne Oliver, and hears mention of a private detective name Hercule Poirot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds his office and decides to consult him.  She tells Poirot that she may have committed a murder, but is not sure.  She then decides that Poirot is too old to handle the case and flees the office, all before even telling the detective her name.  Poirot, upset about being called old, decides to take case and try to find out what murder this third girl has committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it is a fantastic read with the normal array of suspects, and Ariadne Oliver is also in the novel and she is one of my favorite characters, adding much humor to the piece. (she even gets conked on the head in this one!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a good Agatha Christie and can usually finish one in about two days.  They are never terribly long, but always are involving and hard to figure out. Although in this novel I had part of the solution figured out, but not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are looking for a good mystery, try Third Girl. You won't regret it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-3554856614470838469?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3554856614470838469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=3554856614470838469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/3554856614470838469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/3554856614470838469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/third-girl.html' title='Third Girl'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-6520011170096925416</id><published>2007-01-24T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:03:02.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Schmoscar</title><content type='html'>Well, the nominees are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dreamgirls did not get nominated for best picture or best director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the list of nominated films.  None of them (other than "Little Miss Sunshine") look like something I would even be remotely interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see Babel, something about Iwo Jima, or the Departed.  I like to go to the movies to be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oscar seems to forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it last year? That kidney stone of a film that Hilary Swank was in about the boxer? Didn't see it.  Don't want to. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, they nominate films that have horribly depressing story lines.  And usually the most horrible of the bunch wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know part of life is dealing with controversial subjects and there are things that a viewer need know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But movies should be also about light and music and fun.  I would rather leave a theater feeling a sense of joy and hope than feeling worse than when I went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamgirls had me wanting to sing along.  And, it was one film, even in Erie PA, that the audience actually clapped when Jennifer Hudson belted out her song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think audience applause, especially in a movie, signifies that the film is doing what it set out to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever may win this year, I probably am not going to see. And I am going to be all the better for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-6520011170096925416?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6520011170096925416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=6520011170096925416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/6520011170096925416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/6520011170096925416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/oscar-schmoscar.html' title='Oscar Schmoscar'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-998107279699403473</id><published>2007-01-22T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:47:40.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer fart</title><content type='html'>I am having an evening. I was going to have a simple Video Jukebox today with some of my favorites, because it is cold outside, my back is sore and I don't feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Youtube acted up. Nothing I was pulling up would load. Maybe too many users?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the imbed video function on Youtube would not work. I selected the link, but only got a partial link when I copied it to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to make sure the partial link was not working, I clicked on preview to look at my blog, and sure enough, no video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hit the back button, and Lo And Behold, all my text was gone. So I clicked "Recover post" and nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I went to Abc.com to watch last night's episode of Desperate Housewives (after having given up on the blogging.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode is there, but the ads are not ready and you cannot view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am closing this laptop and calling it a night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-998107279699403473?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/998107279699403473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=998107279699403473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/998107279699403473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/998107279699403473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/computer-fart.html' title='Computer fart'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-6027581549057550351</id><published>2007-01-21T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:54:12.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday in the park with Joan.</title><content type='html'>Just settling in with a Joan Crawford movie (the Damned Don't Cry) but I am not really watching it as I am playing on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has snowed today, the first for our winter, and I love it. I took Chris and Lola with me on a walk, and Lola was covered in flakes, but she looked like she was enjoying it.  Chris was getting cold, but we did our mile and made it back in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to the supermarket, and wouldn't you know, all the milk was gone.  It is not snowing very hard, and there is only a dusting, but folks in Maryland think a little snow is a blizzard. They all run to the supermarket and wipe out the bread isle and take all the milk.  I didn't need milk or bread and was able to get what I needed for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a nice hash brown casserole with diced ham, cheese, cream of mushroom soup and some cream. It turned out really well and the recipe filled 0ut a huge casserole dish and we have plenty for tomorrow night as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I head back to my normal branch, as they have delivered the steel, and will be able to see my coworkers again!  What with the week off visiting mom and the two weeks spent at another branch, I am forgetting what everybody looks like!  It will be nice to get back to my desk as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will get back to the movie. I am also reading a Michael Jecks novel called "A Friar's Bloodfeud". It is set in 1321 and has a former Knight's Templar who is currently the King's Keeper of the Peace. Of course, he gets embroiled in murder. I really like his work.  This one is also very good. Very readable. I am enjoying it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you all get up tomorrow, have a wonderful morning and a good Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-6027581549057550351?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6027581549057550351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=6027581549057550351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/6027581549057550351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/6027581549057550351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday-in-park-with-joan.html' title='Sunday in the park with Joan.'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116925482570668369</id><published>2007-01-19T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:00:25.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a good Kick Start</title><content type='html'>You know, ever since my blog moved I have been in a state of angst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is still my blog, and I still have some very loyal readers, but at the same time it is not my blog.  It is not Dewey's Dartboard. It is a facsimile. It is a fake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am trying to make it my own.  I am still posting. I am still including book reviews and music reviews and similar content to that which came before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not the same. It is a new animal. It is Voila! Armaillo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you are all wondering how I came up with Voila Armaillo!  No brainer really. I just tried to stick two words together that sounded cool when you said them aloud. And Voila Armadillo rolls off the tongue quite nicely.  (and it includes some French, and you can't go wrong with that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am still trying to make this house my home.  And every day as I make new posts and every time I look at my archives and they get longer, it becomes a little more a part of me and I feel better about still doing what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so glad that some of you stop by and say hello and managed to find me even when I was shooting around in cyberspace.  I love to read  my comments and love to hear what you have to say.  So please, stop by and say hello. It means alot to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am just sitting around and vegging. I made a pot roast in the slow cooker this morning with carrots and onions, and when I came home, dinner was done. I love it.  Then I took Lola out for our mile walk around the neighborhood. I have been walking every day with Lola. It is becoming a habit. Maybe I can get in shape yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a glorious weekend and I hope I do something fun so I have something to blog about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116925482570668369?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116925482570668369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116925482570668369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116925482570668369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116925482570668369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/need-good-kick-start.html' title='Need a good Kick Start'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116917376499860613</id><published>2007-01-18T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:29:25.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unscheduled Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/1600/647498/perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/320/383846/perfume.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been absent as of late.  (well, for two days, if you were counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading.  And I have been trapped by a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, there is a new movie out called Perfume: The Story of a Murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is based on a 1986 novel by Patrick Suskind, translated from the German and set in eighteenth century Paris.   I was anxious to see the film but in the case of a film based on a novel, I like to read the novel first. The film is getting panned, so I probably will not see it, but the book is something else entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the one of the strangest books I have ever read. I am not even really sure how to describe it.  Once you start reading it, it becomes engrossing and you really need to finish.  And some points you may say to yourself, "this is too weird. I can't go on..." but you really can't turn back once you start.  I will try to give you a taste for it without revealing too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of Jean-Baptiste Grenouille who was born in a smelly fishmongers shop by a woman who was planning on getting rid of him as she had with five children before.  But she is caught, and taken away, and Jean-Baptiste is put into foster care sponsored by the church. One of the women who look after him returns him to the church, spouting off that he is the devil himself, and all because he doesn't smell like a child should smell. In fact, he has no odor at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has a heightened sense of smell.  He can tell who is standing inside a room when he is outside just by their scent. He can take a perfume and disect it into its parts, and recreate it, even make it better.  He works with a tanner but eventually finds his way to a man named Baldini, a perfumer who was once well known but now is losing ground to young talent.  Baldini teaches him everything he knows.  Jean-Baptiste is fascinated by scents and extracting them, and has little use for anything else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day he catches a whiff of a new scent, something fabulous and fresh and he must make it his own.  Unfortunately, this scent is attached to a young woman.  And it all goes downhill from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about the book and trying to determine how I feel about it, and the truth is that I am not sure.  I enjoyed reading it, it did keep my attention and I really needed to turn the pages and finish.  But did I like the book when all was said an done? I think in some ways, I did.  It had a really interesting style. Maybe it was author intent and maybe it was the translation but it truly was an original work, I can honestly say I have not read anything like it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ending... I don't even want to discuss the ending!  It was something else, let me tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you need something quite different to read, give Perfume a try.  You may regret it. But you will be intrigued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116917376499860613?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116917376499860613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116917376499860613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116917376499860613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116917376499860613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/unscheduled-absence.html' title='Unscheduled Absence'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116889624369819416</id><published>2007-01-15T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:24:03.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/1600/954074/Ho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/320/248493/Ho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell like a 'ho&lt;br /&gt;Smell like Britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and always forget your underpants.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  How do the stars do it?  What does Britney Spears know about creating a scent?  Some perfume maker thinks it is a good idea to make Britney some money and they knock out a bottle and plaster her name on it. And she gets more millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/1600/131578/_danielle-steel-danielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/320/328959/_danielle-steel-danielle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Steel now has her own perfume, too. Perfect for any occasion that you need your bodice ripped from your body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even someone I like is getting into the act:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/1600/119224/rAY%20CHRISTMAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/320/895215/rAY%20CHRISTMAS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael Ray now has a Christmas CD.  The woman doesn't sing. It is just a collection of songs slapped together and Rachael's face plastered on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with the copywright laws, she probably didn't even select the songs. She ended up with whatever songs she could get the copywright for. What does this have to do with food or cooking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this world coming to?  I mean, it is one thing to like a star or performer for what they are known for.  But now, it seems that the star needs to be present in every aspect of our daily lives. They need to be on our bathroom shelves, they need to be on a label on our body, they need to be in the stereo even if they don't sing. They need to be everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they complain when we chase them around and catch them with no knickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116889624369819416?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116889624369819416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116889624369819416' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116889624369819416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116889624369819416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-smells.html' title='Something Smells'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116881944153287790</id><published>2007-01-14T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:05:32.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail the Purple and Black!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/1600/713386/ravens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/320/537800/ravens.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have you know that I am not a football fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care one way or the other about who wins, and I am not interested in who is playing in the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I DID know there was a Ravens game Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, they told me at work that tomorrow was purple day. I was to wear purple in honor of the Mighty Ravens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did get to work, someone  had put up a huge set of purple streamers and there was a football display on the table. I was not moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I drove through Baltimore that night, I noticed that many of the lightbulbs had been changed to purple ones. The city was aglow in purple. That was kind of cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, everywhere we went we saw people wearing purple and all sorts of jerseys celebrating the Ravens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the Ravens lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris said that only ten people showed up for church this morning because they were in mourning. The Ravens will not be in the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a FOOTBALL GAME people!  Get over it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116881944153287790?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116881944153287790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116881944153287790' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116881944153287790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116881944153287790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-hail-purple-and-black.html' title='All Hail the Purple and Black!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116856697813320123</id><published>2007-01-11T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:56:18.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonky</title><content type='html'>Just to let you know, all you doubters, I made not one, but TWO dishes from my Sandra Lee cookbook and both of them turned out quite well, and Chris said that he would definately eat both of them again if I made them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't really homemade, but when you work all day and have clinical depression, you really don't feel like coming home and whipping up a complicated dinner.  I need something quick and easy. Which is why I spend alot of time with Chris in restaurants. And that is why I gained so much weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking at home is better because I start with fresh ingredients and I end up eating a smaller portion.  So I really need to cook at home. Sandra Lee makes it easy and fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been trying to get out every night this week and walk the dog around a three block area. I am starting small, it is just a short walk for now and the dog seems to like it. She does like to get outside. Maybe she can whip me into shape. Chris walked with us tonight, but I think the chill in the air made his knee sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a really tiring week. Usually, I worth three days on the day shift and I have two days where I work 1-9.  But this week since I am visiting another branch, I have all day shifts. So I have not had a chance to have a late morning sleeping in. And it is starting to catch up with me.  My neck is sore today and I have a slight headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I am doing to help improve my outlook is not taking my after work nap. I have gotten into the habit of coming home from work and crashing on the couch for an hour.  This is really not good for my sleep or my depression and I really need to stop doing it.  So this week, I have no late mornings and no naps. It is no wonder I am tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I cooked TWICE ... I am susie homemaker!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to check in with y'all and make sure I find something to say here... &lt;br /&gt;But I have a three day weekend coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all get to take a three day weekend too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116856697813320123?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116856697813320123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116856697813320123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116856697813320123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116856697813320123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/wonky.html' title='Wonky'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116847426819052195</id><published>2007-01-10T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:11:08.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>I am having a slight crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heading into a blogger slump. Maybe it was the holidays. Maybe it is the fact that my commute is now horrible and I get home with my shoulders bunched up and cranky. Maybe it is the fact that as soon as I got home, we had to run to the supermarket so I could get the ingredients for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Superfresh did not have Everyday with Rachael Ray, Rachael's new magazine. I could be flipping through the pages right now instead of typing this. I really could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I have this chicken jambalaya thingie in the oven. Now it is going to take an hour to cook and I am starving.  I had to eat lunch at twelve and it is now seven. I think I  had  better go find something to snack on. Maybe some cashews. I have some cashews around here somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I will have to do this on the sly, because Chris doesn't know about the cashews... and I want to keep it that way. I love them and I want to keep them all to myself!  He has already attacked the bag of pizza goldfish my mother bought us. I think I had maybe four... and now they are almost all gone. But we bought two more bags tonight. I guess I could always buy more cashews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I do have something that will make my blogging buddy Debbi rather angry with me.  She had mentioned earlier about Sandra Lee (the blonde lady that hosts Semi-Homemade on the Food Network, who always looks impecable and never gets food all over her front)  and how she hates her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched her program and I was mesmerized. I mean, all you can do with a can of cream of mushroom soup!  No thinking... you just dump things together and bake! So I got two of her cookbooks for Christmas.  I am using one tonight and hopefully tomorrow morning with my slow cooking experiment. I used to love to cook and could make wonderful things. Let me see if I still have that talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, for a guy who had nothing to say, I sure have alot to say!  I think I am gonna go now and watch a little TV and wait for dinner. I will tell you if it is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116847426819052195?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116847426819052195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116847426819052195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116847426819052195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116847426819052195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogger-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blogger Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116838701399791776</id><published>2007-01-09T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T15:56:54.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doug Drives Downtown</title><content type='html'>My branch library is renovating.  We have to be closed for two weeks while they deliver and set some steel beams. So, the librarians all get to scatter and visit branches where we have never worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am visiting a much smaller and slower branch. It is heaven. I can take deep breaths and relax for two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside of the branch where I am now working, is the location. The easiest way for me to get to the branch is to take interstate 83 South into the city. I wind my way through downtown Baltimore, only to meet up with Interstate 95. And this during rush hour times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice how badly people drive during rush hour? They are either talking on the phone, eating breakfast or putting on makeup.  And they are never happy staying in one lane. They have to weave in and out between cars while traveling at top speeds. And this on I-95 which is four lanes of traffic heading toward Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, I get nervous. When I am nervous while driving I do stupid things like drive past the exit that I am supposed to use. And the next exit is never easy to do a turn around.  I manage to get back onto the interstate and head to the right exit. Then I do it all again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally missed the exit on the way home, and ended up traveling around the beltway to take a much longer route home. The plus side is that I didn't have to drive through the city.  And the traffic was stop and go for part of it, but not too bad. I ended up getting  home only about ten minutes later than I would if I took the other route. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to listen to music while I am traveling and that is a good thing. I put on something mellow to give me good vibes.  It's important to have good mellow vibes while fending off bad drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your commute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116838701399791776?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116838701399791776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116838701399791776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116838701399791776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116838701399791776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/doug-drives-downtown.html' title='Doug Drives Downtown'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116829689825099661</id><published>2007-01-08T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:54:58.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New me!</title><content type='html'>Well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old me, but just a little bit better.  At least I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my New Year's resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start cooking at home more. Chris and I eat in restaurants alot, and I really ant to conserve money a little bit, so I am going to try and make dishes at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pull out my Slow Cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother bought a 5 ingredient slow cooker cookbook. Everything has only 5 ingredients.  No kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast, simple and easy to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you can make things in the morning, and set the heat on low and it can slowly simmer all day while you toil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you come in the door at five, you should be hit with a pleasant aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the smell of the catbox, as per usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definately let you know if I cook something good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116829689825099661?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116829689825099661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116829689825099661' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116829689825099661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116829689825099661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year, New me!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116735066849508683</id><published>2006-12-28T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T16:04:28.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1dPIfra9DY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1dPIfra9DY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a group called the Zambonis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker Elizabeth had the song stuck in her head all week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually on a children's cd we own in the library.  And, wouldn't you know, it is also on Youtube, in video form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give it a listen. It will be the zaniest 1:40 that you have spent all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116735066849508683?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116735066849508683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116735066849508683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116735066849508683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116735066849508683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2006/12/hockey-monkey.html' title='Hockey Monkey'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116727312604099349</id><published>2006-12-27T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T18:32:06.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Easy Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/1600/233570/emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/320/782792/emma.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got my NEW Emma Bunton CD, Life in Mono, in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma was a Spice Girl and I was expecting to be dancing around the living room in a great frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I DO like the album, very much so, I was suprised that most of the songs could fall into the Easy Listening category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the CD was quite Adult Contemporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just purchased the new Take That CD, Beautiful World, and I was also expecting the boys to charge back in full force with a really happy pop sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they too had a folksy/rocky Easy Listening sound. Very mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was not really expecting mellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as many things happen in life, we don't always get what we expect, so we have to enjoy what we have instead found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emma Bunton Cd has her version of the Petula Clark classic Downtown and it is quite fun, although Emma really didn't change the arrangement all that much, she pretty much left it as Petula had recorded it all those years ago.  But she has a nice voice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I am going to go be mellow and listen to some music. I will be sure to keep you filled in on all the new sounds coming from the UK, no matter how adult contemporary they might be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116727312604099349?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116727312604099349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116727312604099349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116727312604099349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116727312604099349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2006/12/adventures-in-easy-listening.html' title='Adventures in Easy Listening'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116719010429369638</id><published>2006-12-26T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:28:24.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Hell in a Hand Basket!</title><content type='html'>You would think the library would be quiet on Dec. 26th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a MADHOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe the number of people that came in tonight. And the number of questions. And we were down one librarian, so there were more questions for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my brain hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I am going to turn in. Chris and I are watching a Miss Marple film (4:50 From Paddington) (The Joan Hickson version, not the Geraldine MacEwan) and it is one of our favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more days and then I am off for an entire week!   I will be going to visit my mother in Pennsylvania. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her the other night. She somehow tore a rotator cuff in her shoulder. Not sure how that happened, she is not a really active woman.  She seems to be doing fine but she does say that it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also told her that I really don't want any Christmas presents and if she tries to get me anything I will become extremely nervous and upset. And we really don't want that. So, hopefully there will be no gift giving this year. I mean, Chris and I don't have any money, my mom has no money, my sister doesn't even have a job, so she has no money, so why are we even bothering thinking about Christmas presents? The important thing is to be able to see each other anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather spend time with her and maybe go out to dinner  a few times and be done with it. I just want to be able to sleep in and relax and take naps and read and just recharge for a few days. I can do that at my mom's house because I don't have to be anywhere or have to do anything. I can really relax. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. More tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116719010429369638?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116719010429369638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116719010429369638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116719010429369638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116719010429369638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-hell-in-hand-basket.html' title='To Hell in a Hand Basket!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116709898389979566</id><published>2006-12-25T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:09:43.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/1600/963848/love-actually-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/320/672723/love-actually-poster-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is just the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am hyper-sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO know that I watched Love Actually again today.  It is one of my favorite films and it does have quite a Christmas theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cried the whole way through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, most of the film is happy and romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this, after I had FOUND my copy of White Christmas and watched that as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I were invited over to a friends house for dinner (all last minute) so we didn't have to eat Chinese alone. Luckily, there was a convenience store open where we could get some dessert to at least bring something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is dreary and rainy here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother said she would call from my cousins but so far I haven't heard from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116709898389979566?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116709898389979566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116709898389979566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116709898389979566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116709898389979566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-and-christmas.html' title='Love and Christmas'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116701735477678443</id><published>2006-12-24T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:29:14.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Chris left around six to ring handbells for his church choir.  He has to ring two services so I am here alone, probably til midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some eggnog.  And the pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say that Rent is not a good choice of movies to put in when  you are alone on Christmas Eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tears continue, because I am now watching the End of the Affair with Julieanne Moore.  Another uplifting tale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116701735477678443?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116701735477678443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116701735477678443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116701735477678443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116701735477678443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116692686388231813</id><published>2006-12-23T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:21:03.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days til Christmas</title><content type='html'>And I am not doing a darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the house decorated. I didn't manage to send out any cards. I haven't even decided on what to get my mother and the few gifts I did buy, I didn't wrap. &lt;br /&gt;It is turning out to be another simple three day weekend. Just doens't feel like Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I aren't exchanging gifts this year because we spent the money on the cruise, so that was our gift to each other.  I tried to find my DVD version of White Christmas, but to no avail. I am sure it is in the house somewhere, but I will not be watching it this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID watch Meet Me In St. Louis, which has a Christmas segment where Judy sings "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" but it didn't really get me in the mood. Then we watched the Devil Wears Prada. I liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris has put in some God Awful Clint Eastwood western now.  I am trying to block it from my view as I type this, and might eventually have to go upstairs to escape the horror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the day has been uneventful.  We went to Cold Stone Creamery for some ice cream, and when we got back to Hampden, the tacky light display caused a major traffic snarl and we got to beep our horns loudly and roll our windows down and sweared at a few "tourists" and that made me feel entirely better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that tacky light display!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone need to drive here and slow down and cause us not to be able to get back to our own homes? Chris called the police to get them to send a traffic cop to the area to get people moving. I wonder if they came? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think this year is the anti Christmas.  So a very merry Anti Christmas to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116692686388231813?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116692686388231813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116692686388231813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116692686388231813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116692686388231813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2006/12/three-days-til-christmas.html' title='Three Days til Christmas'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116683159444219221</id><published>2006-12-22T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:53:14.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txtq29e7KQo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txtq29e7KQo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received the NEW Take That! Cd in the mail from the UK. This is the first single - Patience. I hope you like it. I am really enjoying the CD. It is mighty mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As am I, because I am still on antihistamines and they make me rather dopey. I think I am going to see my doctor and ask him to send me to an allergist so I can figure out what exactly causes all my itchy spells.  It is probably the dog and the cats. But I can't get rid of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get a hold of all of you that have links to me so that you can change your link and find me again.  Some of you have and I am so grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a Dewey among himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to go and force Chris into watching Little Miss Sunshine. I hope we like it! I hear it is very good and can't wait to see it. I hope Chris feels the same... we shall see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116683159444219221?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116683159444219221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116683159444219221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116683159444219221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116683159444219221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-that.html' title='Take That!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116675613979005228</id><published>2006-12-21T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:55:39.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Hoopla and the hives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/1600/638664/P1010100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4437/1215/320/338297/P1010100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, in Barbados, enjoying the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a fitting second post on the NEW Dewey's Dartboard! The first one has met a demise, as prying eyes seemed to have found the blog, eyes that I had wished did not. So, I had to delete the sucker, and start over. And the fun is just beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have posted earlier, but I had a case of the hives and have been itching for two whole days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our holiday party at work on Tuesday and as usual, I got to be the MC, and much fun was had by all.  There were mountains of food, and everybody contributed. I ate my fill, and had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I was working and my friend Barb noticed my upper lip was swelling.  I thought that it had felt a bit funny, but wasn't sure what was wrong. Two other coworkers joined in and we all stood around, discussing my lip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up in the morning, my lip was still swollen, and I was covered in hives! I was just going to go to work and let the situation pass, but Chris got really worried and wanted me to see a doctor. So I called in sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some benadryll and some steroids to take the swelling down, and today I feel a good deal better. I still get itchy, but the benadryll seems to take that away, although it makes me a tad sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on the even of a three day weekend!  One more day and three days off to relax and recharge our batteries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we all enjoying the winter solstice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116675613979005228?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116675613979005228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116675613979005228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116675613979005228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116675613979005228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-hoopla-and-hives.html' title='More Hoopla and the hives...'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38195959.post-116649349537367349</id><published>2006-12-18T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:58:15.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Brand Spankin' New Voila Armadillo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38195959-116649349537367349?l=voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/feeds/116649349537367349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38195959&amp;postID=116649349537367349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116649349537367349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38195959/posts/default/116649349537367349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voilaarmadillo.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221265505807413599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
