<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 16:13:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>alychats</title><description>Aly Fletcher, chats.

Hint: The words in pink... link!</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-2600019542579192866</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T11:06:00.780-07:00</atom:updated><title>Am I back?</title><description>Visiting this blog is like returning to a room I haven't been in in a looooong time.  It's good to be here again, but I am so busy I know I won't have much time to spend here in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... if you are visiting enjoy your dip, but don't expect anything new for a while.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi515244313/"&gt;"Just too many notes"&lt;/a&gt;... IF you know what movie that quote comes from I'll be shocked and amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SpAu3EuCP2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/k_0-M74weY8/s1600-h/7-20-09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SpAu3EuCP2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/k_0-M74weY8/s320/7-20-09+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372845879147511650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stepdaughter is gone to LSU.  So far she has locked herself out of her dorm room 4 times...  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;... I miss Sydney.  How can I install a spy camera in her jeep to keep an eye on her?  She is going through rush this week!  Can't wait to see who she pledges!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SpAv2RQPzgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6is8NisbJhA/s1600-h/plaid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SpAv2RQPzgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6is8NisbJhA/s320/plaid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372846964843990530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline is still modeling and doing well with &lt;a href="http://www.michaelturneyagency.com/"&gt;Michael Turney Agency&lt;/a&gt;.  She will start back with swim team in a week, that will be an every day commute -whew-  So far 8th grade is going well.  As always she is CRAZY organized and will have a panic attack if she doesn't get A's!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SpAw6TiCdOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/01qCHUR5tPI/s1600-h/7-20-09+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SpAw6TiCdOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/01qCHUR5tPI/s320/7-20-09+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372848133686588642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Boy, Pearce, has started back with football, violin and skrewl... I think it is so funny that out of our three this big lug is the one in the gifted classes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later alligator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-2600019542579192866?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SpAu3EuCP2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/k_0-M74weY8/s72-c/7-20-09+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-7773393391183271029</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-14T20:23:27.532-08:00</atom:updated><title>Puma!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have rediscovered the hilarity of Bugs and Puma!!!  Check out this cat's laugh!  I guarantee you will be trying to mimic it all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF2erYQWIOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF2erYQWIOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard Big Boy laugh so hard to ANYTHING on TV... Seriously this is what cartoons were suppose to be about.  As much as we love Sponge Bob, we were making strange noises we were laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back for more cartoons... until this phase passes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-7773393391183271029?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2009/01/puma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-5748904744780915070</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T19:05:56.288-08:00</atom:updated><title>Didjano?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reneart.com/charlesschultz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 382px;" src="http://www.reneart.com/charlesschultz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know Charles M. Scrooge wrote the "Peanuts" comic strip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/oval-office-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/oval-office-picture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did you know that the yoval office was a like a toilet because they are both yoval and you sit and do your business in them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More interesting facts from Big Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-5748904744780915070?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2009/01/didjano.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-8160762876021718240</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T08:00:31.327-08:00</atom:updated><title>Oh NO!  They got one of ours!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v649/209/120/1411736485/n1411736485_30184185_730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 167px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v649/209/120/1411736485/n1411736485_30184185_730.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I regret to inform the masses that our buddy, Puckman, has been swallowed whole by the cult of Snugglet.  I recommend an intervention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His frightening new commitment to this group, having a sacred ideology and a set of rituals honoring their sacred symbols, will isolate him from mainstream society!  This has to be stopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back Puckman!  Where's Marsha?  Why has she let you slip down this surly path of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi346226969/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOGMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked that movie.  It didn't get stellar reviews but has a strong cult following... Whoa!  I almost got sucked in too!  One minute you are watching an old Ben Afflack/Matt Damon flick, next thing you know you are PART OF A CULT FOLLOWING wearing a robe and hanging out with people named Azrael and Serendipity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/da/Gargamel_and_Azrael_from_the_Smurfs.jpg/494px-Gargamel_and_Azrael_from_the_Smurfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 182px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/da/Gargamel_and_Azrael_from_the_Smurfs.jpg/494px-Gargamel_and_Azrael_from_the_Smurfs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember the cat Azrael?  YOu know, Gargamel's cat.  On the Smurfs!  He always got on my nerves as a child.  Did I tell you my favorite Smurf mug has a crack and I can't drink out of it on Saturday's anymore?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoo Have you ever heard THIS version of the Smurfs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Smurfarna svenska&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rntx3VoPh-c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rntx3VoPh-c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... My ADD is really kicking today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I saying?  I was saying something very important a second ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-8160762876021718240?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-no-they-got-one-of-ours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-5668698035924346687</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T18:39:32.854-08:00</atom:updated><title>What did he say?</title><description>If a mailman is called a mailman cause he is a man, &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_a_female_mail_carrier_called"&gt;shouldn't a lady be a femalewoman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coconutgrovegrapevine.com/Lisamail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 236px;" src="http://www.coconutgrovegrapevine.com/Lisamail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son asked me this today with a very perplexed look on his face.  So, I googled it and found that a lot of people do not know... I mean, to say a female mail carrier sounds like a an overly obvious reference to a woman who is pregnant with a baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some refer to them as a female letter carrier, but still that is so wordy.  IF you have any ideas on this let her rip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... Pearce has decided to change his name to Zeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.jalopnik.com/assets/resources/2007/12/83_USPS_LH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 176px;" src="http://cache.jalopnik.com/assets/resources/2007/12/83_USPS_LH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeep used to make a mail carrier truck right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1005/920327216_3d6ef58cf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1005/920327216_3d6ef58cf8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband's Jeep.  When the weather is nice, I am going out in the woods with my pals and we are going muddin'!  Fletcher won't want to do that because of germs.  He is NOT a backwoods type guy, but me?  Hey, I grew up in Haughton so bring on the mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another buddy of mine bought a jeep recently, I believe from Landers.  That is where we got ours.  Good deals to be had there... Check them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landersdodgechryslerjeep.net/index.htm"&gt;LANDERSDODGECHRYSLERJEEP.NET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://allworldcars.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/jeep-wrangler-unlimited-rubicon-2006-01-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://allworldcars.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/jeep-wrangler-unlimited-rubicon-2006-01-m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-5668698035924346687?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-did-he-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-412403218205182074</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-29T11:01:12.339-08:00</atom:updated><title>Welcome!  Your Brainwashing Session Begins Now...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time to take your vows, chant, and flog thyself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You purchase this garment and it comes with a DVD that sends subconscious messages to you linking the wearers together in a secret cult.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecoolestgifts.com/wp-content/the-slanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 513px; height: 513px;" src="http://www.thecoolestgifts.com/wp-content/the-slanket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing these snuggletes or slankets or whatever advertised on TV... "NO MORE COLD ARMS WHEN YOU WANT TO COVER UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whew!  I am so relieved!  Because my leisure time has been less than catatonic with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distraction of cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.infomercial-hell.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/slanket_vs_snuggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.infomercial-hell.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/slanket_vs_snuggie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The TV ad has these people wearing these blankets with arms in their living rooms, in the bed... THEN out at a ball game! Seriously, you would wear this shapeless sac in public? Do they come with NFL logos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One online ad for the Slanket actually reads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It’s also great for gamers, who need their hands free for the controls. Also great for bloggers, who frequently type on their laptops while laying on the couch. I’ve got mine on right now, and I highly recommend it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How worthless is your life when you are sitting around in a creepy cult robe playing Playstation 3 til 4 in the morning?  It's worse than Costanza giving up on life and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wearing warm up pants 24/7!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No I am not the only one to recognize this for what it is... an attempt to colonize the planet from a world far away... to render us a useless clan of followers... prepare us for the inevitable takeover! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;View and take heed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4OxmXpKCcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4OxmXpKCcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is useless to resist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.infomercial-hell.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/Snuggie_Wookie_Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.infomercial-hell.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/Snuggie_Wookie_Sun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-412403218205182074?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-your-brainwashing-session.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-4888643135022893964</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T20:51:20.745-08:00</atom:updated><title>Which Cell Phone is Best???</title><description>I am looking at the Blackberry Bold vs the HTC Fuze vs the I-Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any of the above and want to share an opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gearcrave.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/blackberry-bold_msp_05122008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.gearcrave.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/blackberry-bold_msp_05122008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blackberry Bold&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pdasnews.com/content_images/htc-touch-pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.pdasnews.com/content_images/htc-touch-pro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HTC Fuze&lt;/span&gt;&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;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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digitalworldtokyo.com/entryimages/2007/07/070706_iPhone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.digitalworldtokyo.com/entryimages/2007/07/070706_iPhone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-4888643135022893964?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/12/which-cell-phone-is-best.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-8435293775801624809</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-27T16:52:58.455-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ho Ho Hack!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SS9AqZHgYaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fxmDvkXzvi8/s1600-h/thanksgiving+day1+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SS9Ajy-CbpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OhD6OjXGBuo/s1600-h/thanksgiving+day1+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273504672395718290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SS9Ajy-CbpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OhD6OjXGBuo/s400/thanksgiving+day1+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativemomcafe.com/wp-content/uploads/uglysweater_783773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://www.creativemomcafe.com/wp-content/uploads/uglysweater_783773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you and your family started this tradition? Taking a photo of everyone in tacky Christmas sweaters? We did our first photo today... Thanksgiving '08. My husband is standing in the middle of everyone... bare chested in a memaw button up cardigan, hair foofed out for show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will have the stomach to ever do this again.&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/4011982555846961052-8435293775801624809?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/11/ho-ho-hack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l9VAcV1Oa7c/SS9Ajy-CbpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OhD6OjXGBuo/s72-c/thanksgiving+day1+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-1337392311664192201</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T18:21:17.249-08:00</atom:updated><title>Why Black Friday is Stupid</title><description>So let me get this straight... After standing in the kitchen for three days straight, cooking, cleaning, cooking, cleaning, cooking, cleaning and eating WAYYY too much the GENEROUS merchants want us to get out at 2am, stand some more, in sub-zero temperatures, then FIGHT through massive angry crowds of other women that feel as miserable as we do to search for Christmas crap for our kids and husbands... that... by the way... will be gone by the time I get there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll pay full price on the few things I can afford, thanks to our thriving economy and Barney Frank and his affair with the FannieFreddieGuy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-1337392311664192201?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-black-friday-is-stupid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-1977877531355455843</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T11:09:51.609-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bail Out Bums!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.autospectator.com/uploads/Ford/2008/Taurus/08Taurus_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://www.autospectator.com/uploads/Ford/2008/Taurus/08Taurus_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does anything about this car excite you?  Is it sexy or fun or powerful or sleek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ford Taurus and many others perhaps are having difficulty because they are the frumpy Librarian of vehicles.  Yeah, I know tons of them are sold every year... to rental agencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if these guys were pumping out innovative machines that were as thrilling as new cell phones they would be in the black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these automobile companies have become fat and lazy.  This 2008 Tauras could have been built back in the last century.  Every other techy machiney type zing-zongs are evolving, except these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is a 1986 Ford Taurus.  Not that much has changed in 22 years.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.allblueoval.com/ford/images/1986-ford-taurus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.allblueoval.com/ford/images/1986-ford-taurus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 years ago the first cordless phones were selling with antenna longer than a pool stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tomheroes.com/images/atari86a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.tomheroes.com/images/atari86a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22 years ago I was playing Atari and thinking I was futuristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee62/nafishasan60/TopGun1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 395px;" src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee62/nafishasan60/TopGun1986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22 years ago Tom Cruise was the new heart throb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't see anyone bailing out the small business man that has no shot at competing against these auto giants.  So get over it.  Be innovative, chic and fun and we will purchase your travel pods.  Until then, put your hand back in your pocket and go design something cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-1977877531355455843?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/11/bail-out-bums.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-1887197678473796757</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T05:40:49.217-08:00</atom:updated><title>Where are we going...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freespeech.vo.llnwd.net/o25/pub/images/calente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 428px;" src="http://freespeech.vo.llnwd.net/o25/pub/images/calente.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celente... You probably don't know the name but you should heed his spoken word.  He is a researcher that has been able to study economic trends and (key word here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; predict major economic events such as...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1987 stock  market crash &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall of the Soviet Union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This man is warning of a depression that is looming in our near future... very near future.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/46MEqEgdLTg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/46MEqEgdLTg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even our Christmases will suffer?  Giving food instead of toys?  If this is really where we are headed, how will you protect yourself?  Thoughts to ponder on this chilly November day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-1887197678473796757?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-are-we-going.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-8891232270577424625</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T08:50:25.899-08:00</atom:updated><title>No Puppy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2008-05/38556717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 188px;" src="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2008-05/38556717.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the Obama girls don't get their dog until 2009?  Aww c'mon now!  These little girls have been dragged through a presidential campaign!  They will never have privacy again.  Ever.  Even when they are senior citizens they won't be private citizens.  They will be the children of Obama, our first black (or brown as my son says) president.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funnydog.net/images/christmas-puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 228px;" src="http://www.funnydog.net/images/christmas-puppy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... dang it!  Give them a puppy already!  Give 'em two puppies so they won't have to share.  These precious little girls will need a cute cuddly to snuggle... life is going to be hectic for them.  I wish them peaceful playtimes and quiet, serene nighttimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frecklescassie.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/puppy-in-christmas-stocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 190px;" src="http://frecklescassie.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/puppy-in-christmas-stocking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Santa will bring them puppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://glamourchihuahuas.com/images/christmas_puppy_pictures_12-01-06_231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://glamourchihuahuas.com/images/christmas_puppy_pictures_12-01-06_231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thefunnydogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/christmas_puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.thefunnydogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/christmas_puppy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-8891232270577424625?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-puppy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-5453441703889534428</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T20:00:37.197-08:00</atom:updated><title>Want to take the plunge with me?</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOIoSB-6O2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOIoSB-6O2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My anniversary is coming up... um around Thanksgiving sometime.  I don't know the date, neither does my husband.  Both of us aren't too good with dates so we agreed to say it's Thanksgivingish.  Honey, if you are reading this, I was thinking of a little trip to Bailey's Jewelers to say hi to Gary and Paul.  Sound good?  Love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mayfieldsinc.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 638px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.mayfieldsinc.com/images/topbar.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, something always happens around our anniversary.  Something bad.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It all started with our first... the wedding day.  A few days later I was fired from my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second... a 100 year old oak tree fell on our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third... we had a misunderstanding that left us not speaking for almost two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forth... well... it's coming up.  (Que the impending danger score).  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually, one bad thing already happened.  My husband was asked to step down from participating with a holiday promotion for children because... he was helping too much.  I know, sounds crazy, but to save you all from a long drawn out story, that is the bottom line and it really upset him.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will that be the only thing to hit for our anniversary curse?  Or is something else looming?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-5453441703889534428?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/11/want-to-take-plunge-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-2745730536612538871</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T07:34:48.000-08:00</atom:updated><title>Time To Shed</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc302/TheChrisBerry/obamachampion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 267px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc302/TheChrisBerry/obamachampion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, it is over.  No my guy didn't win.  Yeah, now it is time to shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not tears, but my frame of mind I walked around in during the race.  No more BarAAACCKKK!  No more O'Bammy!  This man is our president and we should show him respect and support.  If I learned anything in JrRotc it is to support this country even when it didn't suit me personally... funny thing is... in a 'round about way that I didn't expect... it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.charityadvantage.com/All_Healers_Mental_Health_ZXRCXS/images/Happy%20Black%20Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.charityadvantage.com/All_Healers_Mental_Health_ZXRCXS/images/Happy%20Black%20Family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; love the bounce in the step, the smiles on the faces and the easier breath that is inhaled by my black neighbors.  Finally, maybe we can all feel like FELLOW Americans with a common thread of accomplishment.  Sometimes a person needs a shot in the arm of confidence, pride and recognition and I think that is what President Obama gives them.  It's a good feeling.   I am happy that they are so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-2745730536612538871?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-shed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-8525479008908898245</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T10:28:19.810-07:00</atom:updated><title>Plane OUTRAGE!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s.wsj.net/media/obama_plane_ssh_20080529110031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 198px;" src="http://s.wsj.net/media/obama_plane_ssh_20080529110031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halloween isn't the only scary thing that happened this week... there was a s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trangle hold on our free press...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is free press?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A press not restricted or controlled by government censorship regarding politics or ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 29th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Journalists from three major newspapers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that endorsed John McCain&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;a href="http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2008/oct/31/washington-times-kicked-obama-plane-finale/"&gt;the Washington Times,&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/11012008/news/politics/mcc_pick_papers__like_us___kicked_off_os_136280.htm"&gt;New York Post&lt;/a&gt; and the Dallas Morning News -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;have been kicked off Obama's plane for the final days of the race and replaced with personnel from Essence and Jett magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; magazine reported the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="padding-right: 0px; width: 560px; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span id="ID0ED"&gt;Thursday, October 30, 2008&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" defer="defer"&gt;         ektLocalizeDate('2008-10-30','ID0ED')       &lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;By Eric Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...McCain (out of ambition) and the right wing of the GOP (out of habit) went to the dark side, throwing distraction, division and fear in our faces when issues were what the nation was calling for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebonyjet.com/politics/national/index.aspx?id=10152"&gt;Too read the article in entirety click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who will deliver our free press when hard news is excluded and editorial/entertainment mags are replacing them?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are suspicious of the media bias now?  Just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-8525479008908898245?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/11/plane-outrage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-4138631233102287881</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T20:10:58.222-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Day at King Burger...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rumorguru.com/pics/gun-ronald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 168px;" src="http://www.rumorguru.com/pics/gun-ronald.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check the video and tell me that has never happened to you... &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZkdcYlOn5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZkdcYlOn5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/movie/super_size/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/movie/super_size/01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is it now that I feel like I have to be the nice one to people working at fast food joints? And for some reason they feel like they can talk to me like I don't deserve to be ordering at their grub shack? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-4138631233102287881?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-day-at-king-burger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-9070609866484384352</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T11:02:13.594-07:00</atom:updated><title>Obviously Dumb Stuff</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.championnews.net/admin/jscripts/tiny_mce/plugins/imagemanager/files/PalinDuringKuwaitVisit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.championnews.net/admin/jscripts/tiny_mce/plugins/imagemanager/files/PalinDuringKuwaitVisit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it when I hear people complain about Sarah Palin's experience, because it's one of those "Point your finger at someone and you've got three fingers pointing right back at 'cha!"  Palin has much more experience than BarAAAACCCKKK!  Doesn't anyone get that?  And she is #2 on the ticket... not the main game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weeklystandard.com/weblogs/TWSFP/070201_JoeBiden_vl_widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.weeklystandard.com/weblogs/TWSFP/070201_JoeBiden_vl_widec.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta love Biden.  What a ninny.  He says if BarAAAACCCKK! gets elected our country will face an international threat because foreign forces will want to test Obammy.  Um... Okay.  Raise your hand if you are looking for some of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that!&lt;/span&gt;  Why, even if you truly think this, why would you say that?&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tsa.gov/graphics/images/dhs-threat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.tsa.gov/graphics/images/dhs-threat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND I guarentee if Palin would have made that statement it would have been BLOWN to the moon and back out of preportion.  BUT since it came from our left of center pals it was kind of shrugged off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Lord I hope people think twice before voting the Democrats into our most powerful office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-9070609866484384352?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/10/obviously-dumb-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-3264245815032413898</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 06:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-18T23:14:51.307-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Please, oh, please click on the bottom link and watch this video.  Then tell me it's not the fonkiest thing you have ever seen on your screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8610362188397291938"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;FONKIEST THING ON YOUR SCREEN... EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-3264245815032413898?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-oh-please-click-on-bottom-link.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-3771387708241565938</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 04:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-17T22:00:52.612-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lordy Mercy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bruisin-ales.com/beerblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 374px;" src="http://www.bruisin-ales.com/beerblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/underwear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Have you ever driven down Youree Dr. in your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, because of a mishap with an almost subzero temp milkshake, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked your 12 year old to... please go in and buy Mommy a skirt in WalMart, any skirt, so Mommy won't have to drive in her underoos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had to wear bright green, rhinestone-studded sweat pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Byrd won their game Friday night&lt;/span&gt; and that made me happy.  Apparently, after I drove out of the stadium fate said, "This woman has had WAAYYY too nice of a day.  She is due some crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okee dokee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mumfordplumbing.com/images/Lilmanc1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mumfordplumbing.com/images/Lilmanc1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's up with Joe the plumber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, BarAACCKKK! wants us to think his claim to making 250K a year isn't real?  BarAACCKKK!  thinks if you are a plumber, you are barely scraping by?  Hey, I don't know about BarAACCKKK! but the last time I called a plumber out to spend 30 minutes putting a cable down my sink it cost me $150.  Didn't have to buy materials to replace anything, just ran a cable down the sink.  TA-DA!... gimmie 150 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$150 per hour x 8 hour day = $1,200 per day&lt;br /&gt;$12,00 per 8 hour day x 5 days = $6,000 per week&lt;br /&gt;$60,00 per week x 4 weeks = $24,000 per month&lt;br /&gt;$24,000 per month x 12 months = $288,000 per year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... has OBammy ever had to call a plumber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-3771387708241565938?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/10/lordy-mercy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-8833430504618170286</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-16T05:39:54.077-07:00</atom:updated><title>AAAAAAAAAACCCKKKKKKKK!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/rids/20081016/i/r1772410910.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;y=303&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=14VeZ1i8CUsxeyG4fnGe4A--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 323px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/rids/20081016/i/r1772410910.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;y=303&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=14VeZ1i8CUsxeyG4fnGe4A--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love John McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is a shot of him reacting to his realization that he is walking the wrong way on stage.  It reminds me of something I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know this photo will be forwarded all over the country today?  Yes, crazy old man McCain and slick rick Obamy.  Gimmie the crazy cat dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-8833430504618170286?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/10/aaaaaaaaaaccckkkkkkkk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-9122031681020705491</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T21:11:30.487-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Saga Continues...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa181/Okieboy_1/ayers_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa181/Okieboy_1/ayers_flag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice photo, Professer Ayres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you are telling me Ayres gave Obamy his first job?  Doling out money (millions) to help liberalize schools?   What type of changes did he want in the curriculam?  What a nightmare.  I wouldn't have this bomb-throwing-home-grown-terrorist share any of his ideas with my children... but is that where we are headed if Obama is elected? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Barak thinks that he can basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE WITH THE DEVIL IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then expect us to trust that our nation would be prosperous, safe and righteous in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my elementary school there was a teacher that left the school when word got out that she posed in Playboy magazine.  I always felt sorry for her.  She seemed really nice, although I never had her in class.  But she left, I assume because she knew her past would be a BIG distraction to her ability to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama, if he ever had an idea he would want to run for higher office, should have watched the company he kept.  Isn't that one of the basic things your parents teach you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang around trouble... some may stick to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that is a lesson Obama never learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-9122031681020705491?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/10/saga-continues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-2096069902615680867</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-13T12:18:37.047-07:00</atom:updated><title>Obama and his pals</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.showhype.com/uploads/photos_large/2008/03/13/Barack_Obama_and_Rev_Jeremiah_Wright_Jr..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.showhype.com/uploads/photos_large/2008/03/13/Barack_Obama_and_Rev_Jeremiah_Wright_Jr..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, when I first heard about the whole Rev Wright thing I thought, hmm... I don't think I could have sat in those pews and listened to that.  I surely would not have borrowed a passage from the man's ravings to title a book I had penned (Obama's "Audacity of Hope").  I would have felt compelled, from my patriotic upbringing in my school and my home, to find another church.  See, my dad and his twin brother are both Vietnam Veterans.  My high school had one of the largest Jr ROTC's in the country (which I joined).  It would have infuriated me to listen to anything close to anti-Americanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that information surfacing, Obama says he isn't close with the Rev. and doesn't agree with those statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://neveryetmelted.com/wp-images/BillAyres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://neveryetmelted.com/wp-images/BillAyres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I hear Bill Ayres hosted a launching event for Obama's political campaign from his living room and eventual Obama gave a rave review for Ayres' book (on the juvenile justice system) in the Chicago Tribune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that information surfacing, Obama says Ayres was just a guy that lived in his neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more of these suspicious links that when uncovered Obama denies involvement in, but I didn't write this to point them all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama's not sorry for these connections, he is just sorry he got caught.  He can't be sorry for them, really, because that is who he is.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is an amiable guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that is so accepting of all different types of people that aaallllll are welcome.  &lt;/span&gt;No standards, no rules, just acceptance.  That sounds nice on paper, but in reality it is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I kinda like people that stand up to others when they are not doing the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been that way throughout my life.  It has caused me some trouble and I wish sometimes I could just shut up and get along.  But in the long run, when I see things aren't right, I gotta do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see a woman driving with a toddler in her lap as opposed to strapped into a seat belt I roll my window down and let her know what she is doing could kill the child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I hear people cursing loudly when children are around, I'm going to stand up and ask them to be quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.  I just have to do these things.  It doesn't always make me popular, but that is okay by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What type of man is Obama?&lt;/span&gt;  From the people he has been tolerant of I have to wonder if he is one of those that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Doesn't want to get involved."&lt;/span&gt;  I don't want a president that doesn't have the guts to stand up for the right thing... then again maybe Obama doesn't see his friends' transgressions as being the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not sorry, he's just sorry he got caught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-2096069902615680867?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-and-his-pals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-5131773422223192732</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T21:42:19.211-07:00</atom:updated><title>George...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.legacy.com/shreveporttimes/Obituaries.asp?Page=Lifestory&amp;amp;PersonId=118644972"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.arklatexobituaries.com/images/news/cloutier_george.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking at the smile on this child's face should make every mother, especially the ones that have boys, smile.  The mussed up hair, the jersey fresh from a game and that face alight with the joy of victory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking at this photo right now reminds me of why I love little boys... and it breaks my heart.  This is George.  A beautiful little guy that should still be here... but is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George made quite an impression on my daughter.  They were classmates and friends. Yesterday, she sat next to an empty desk, and called me crying.  She couldn't bare to stay at school.  There is a void in that classroom that is as lonely and sad as the void that she feels in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"George used to stand his pencils up on the edge, on his desk and I would lean over and knock them down."  My quiet daughter revealed to me later that night, with a huge grin.  "He would just turn his head and give me this look! He was so funny!"  Caroline, my daughter, has shared quit a few of these little glimpses into how their lives were every day at school.  Then, quickly, like a curtain falling across a window, her face will loose expression and she will stare.  Remembering that he is gone.   She is mourning, the way none of his classmates should have to, the way his parents and family should never have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heartless and cruel, these turns of events are.  Without a thought of how those who knew this boy will begin to heal.  The boy with the smiling face in this photo... they will never forget him... nor should they... they don't want to... he meant too much to too many...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't know George, but I know he will be missed.  God bless his friends and family.  May God hold him close and love him, keeping him safe, warm and happy until he is reunited with those left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-5131773422223192732?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/10/george.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-8282643672848387492</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T20:57:57.354-07:00</atom:updated><title>Look what I found...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.madonnamemories.com/page_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 324px;" src="http://www.madonnamemories.com/page_7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter is going to be an extra in a movie this weekend set in the 80's.  The casting peps sent us info on what to wear and hair... Um, I was a teen of the 80's man, step back and allow me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2257/2302439228_a67e890d34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 192px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2257/2302439228_a67e890d34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUT just to be on the safe side, I went back and looked at a couple of videos, old commercials and old movies.  It was fun until I dug up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTrAhXg7EhE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span&gt;THE WORLD'S WORST VIDEO EVER... NO REALLY... EVER... THE WORST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Since I can't figure how to put it here in the bloggy thingy you can click up there (on world's worst video) to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.  I told you.  I don't know what it's about, I just know its heinous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's discuss 80's next time, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-8282643672848387492?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-what-i-found.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4011982555846961052.post-8952373213489002620</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T06:15:44.528-07:00</atom:updated><title>I think this speaks for it's self... I will be reading this aloud on my husband's radio show to educate the local neanderthals... your welcome.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/exhibition/ephemera/images/women19.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/exhibition/ephemera/images/women19.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Fine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Five Minutes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;    &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Nothing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;    &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Go Ahead:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;    &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Loud Sigh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;(6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;That's Okay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;    &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Thanks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' ... that will bring on a 'whatever'). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;    &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Whatever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Is a woman's way of saying #%*&amp;amp;$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;(9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Don't worry about it, I got it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4011982555846961052-8952373213489002620?l=alychats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alychats.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-this-speaks-for-its-self-i-will.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim Aly Fletcher)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>