<?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-18502892</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:28:35.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations of Life (Through the Eyes of Betty Chevette)</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the diary of Betty Chevette.  She discusses the various conversations of life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-6379006734394820932</id><published>2010-04-28T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:45:07.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       This blog is now located at http://bchevette.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;       You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click &lt;a href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to&lt;br /&gt;       http://bchevette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-6379006734394820932?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/' title='This blog has moved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/6379006734394820932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/6379006734394820932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='This blog has moved'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-2066136920378657454</id><published>2008-07-11T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:18:10.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Personality Type?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ISFJ&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/isfj.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;The Nurturer           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.            &lt;br /&gt;A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways.            &lt;br /&gt;In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.            &lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;In love, you express your emotions through actions.            &lt;br /&gt;Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well!            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time.            &lt;br /&gt;You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-2066136920378657454?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/2066136920378657454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/2066136920378657454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-your-personality-type.html' title='What&amp;#39;s Your Personality Type?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-2199996814014704874</id><published>2008-07-11T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:14:18.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Punctuation Mark Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Comma&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/comma.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are open minded and extremely optimistic.           &lt;br /&gt;You enjoy almost all facets of life. You can find the good in almost anything.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;You keep yourself busy with tons of friends, activities, and interests.            &lt;br /&gt;You find it hard to turn down an opportunity, even if you are pressed for time.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Your friends find you fascinating, charming, and easy to talk to.            &lt;br /&gt;(But with so many competing interests, you friends do feel like you hardly have time for them.)            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;You excel in: Inspiring people            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;You get along best with: The Question Mark &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Punctuation Mark Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-2199996814014704874?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/2199996814014704874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/2199996814014704874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-punctuation-mark-are-you.html' title='What Punctuation Mark Are You?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-4611671018485623570</id><published>2008-07-11T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:12:29.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Rock&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/rock.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Powerful and overbearing, you intimidate people with your presence.           &lt;br /&gt;People know they can't push you around, and they respect that.            &lt;br /&gt;Deep down, you are calm, confident, and unmovable.             &lt;br /&gt;You take everything pretty seriously, and you think deeply about all aspects of your life.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;You tend to feel smothered by paper people.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;You don't mind crushing the spirit of a scissors person.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;When you fight, you: Use all of your strength            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;If someone makes you mad: You're likely to throw something at them &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/"&gt;Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-4611671018485623570?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/4611671018485623570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/4611671018485623570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-rock-paper-or-scissors.html' title='Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-258359010929012138</id><published>2007-06-12T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:00:51.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Soda Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are Diet Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/diet-coke.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are energy in its purest form. No need to complicate things with sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;And while people may hate your aftertaste, you are seen as a necessary evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best soda match: 7 Up &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay away from: Coke &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soda Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-258359010929012138?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/258359010929012138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/258359010929012138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-kind-of-soda-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Soda Are You?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-7292251785524246738</id><published>2007-05-18T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:55:40.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Question Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-7292251785524246738?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/7292251785524246738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/7292251785524246738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2007/05/three-question-personality-test.html' title='The Three Question Personality Test'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-433541939000747282</id><published>2007-04-29T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:53:04.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Pie Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are Lemon Meringue Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/lemon-meringue-pie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the perfect combo of sassy and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you have well refined tastes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-433541939000747282?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/433541939000747282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/433541939000747282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-kind-of-pie-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Pie Are You?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-4619082892787979465</id><published>2007-03-12T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:49:45.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BlogThings.com</title><content type='html'>I have been having some fun lately with &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;.  They are some goofy surveys you can take and they let you know what kind of things you are akin to.  I hope you enjoy the fun I am having.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-4619082892787979465?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/4619082892787979465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/4619082892787979465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogthingscom.html' title='BlogThings.com'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-8357808144288270274</id><published>2007-02-20T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:45:41.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Marriage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 90% Ready for Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoureadyformarriagequiz/marriage-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This doesn't mean you should rush out and get married...&lt;br /&gt;But if you did tie the knot, it would probably work out great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoureadyformarriagequiz/"&gt;Are You Ready for Marriage?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-8357808144288270274?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/8357808144288270274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/8357808144288270274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2007/02/are-you-ready-for-marriage.html' title='Are You Ready for Marriage?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-6473015657832760765</id><published>2007-01-15T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:41:22.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Happy Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You're definitely a happy person, even though you have your down moments.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get the most out of life, though there's always some more happiness to be squeezed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-6473015657832760765?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/6473015657832760765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/6473015657832760765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-happy-are-you.html' title='How Happy Are You?'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-8834481446556555299</id><published>2006-12-10T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:28:18.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Great Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I haven’t done this in awhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are five great things about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a great friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to read the Bible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a good musician.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always have something to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the Lord.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-8834481446556555299?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/8834481446556555299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/8834481446556555299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2007/06/5-great-things-about-me.html' title='5 Great Things About Me'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-3192926877829418065</id><published>2006-11-06T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:28:54.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Politicians talk out of both sides of their mouths. They say one thing to get you to vote and then they say something totally different once they are elected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is time to vote again. I hate voting, but I do it because people fought so that I could vote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ads that are run during election time can be overwhelming. Candidates say this and that about the other candidate. It gets crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Folk want you to vote a certain way. It gets crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if our fore fathers knew that it would get this crazy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-3192926877829418065?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/3192926877829418065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/3192926877829418065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2007/06/conversation-overheard-13.html' title='Conversation Overheard #13'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-6483359480570899298</id><published>2006-10-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:29:31.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I talked to my mother last week. We had an excellent conversation. We talked about life, love, happiness, among other things. Sometimes, it is good to talk to people who are much older than you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a young person, I don’t know everything. Sometimes, I need some help. I go to people older than me because they know more than me. My friends laugh at me when I talk to them about my issues and then say, “I am going to talk to my mother.” They usually end up saying, “We already gave you some advice. Why do you need to talk to anyone else?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the thing, older people know more than younger folk, so that’s why I get a second opinion from an older person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother gave me some excellent advice during our conversation, “Baby, when you get into trouble, go to somebody you know that has gone through some things, who knows how to pray, and who won’t tell all your business. Anybody else, don’t tell them a thing.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mama knows some things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-6483359480570899298?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/6483359480570899298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/6483359480570899298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2007/06/conversation-13.html' title='Conversation #13'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-115793539934434181</id><published>2006-09-10T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T09:19:04.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Webring</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you tell all of your business in your blog?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you tell all of your family’s business in your blog?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you tell all of your friends’ business in your blog?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you confess alot in your blog?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you do any of the above, then &lt;a href="http://s.webring.com/hub?ring=confessions"&gt;the Confessions WebRing&lt;/a&gt; is for you. Check us out online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessions:&lt;/strong&gt; (N). A webring containing an ecclectic collection of blogs, journals and diaries featuring our confessions. We talk about our lives, our families, our friends, and so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;        &lt;font face="Tahoma" size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/WEBRings/LargeWEBRings/Confessions.gif" width="96" height="145"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://S.webring.com/go?ring=confessions;id=3;prev"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; ~    &lt;a href="http://S.webring.com/go?ring=confessions;id=3;next"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://S.webring.com/hub?ring=confessions;id=3;hub"&gt;&lt;br&gt;        Confessions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://S.webring.com/wrman?ring=confessions;addsite"&gt;&lt;br&gt;        Join&lt;br&gt;        &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://S.webring.com/go?ring=confessions;id=3;random"&gt;Random&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;        &lt;p align="center"&gt;        &lt;font size="1" face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confession is&lt;br&gt;        good for the&lt;br&gt;        soul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-115793539934434181?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115793539934434181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115793539934434181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2006/09/confessions-webring.html' title='Confessions Webring'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-115721340317588205</id><published>2006-09-02T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:11:40.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you watch or read the news?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What stereotype would you label yourself as being?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - I'm loud&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would your friends agree with that stereotypic label?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Andrea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you could go back in time to one point in your life, where would you go?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - In High School&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you could change anything about yourself, what would you change?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Foot size&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever gone skinny dipping?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - No&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever played strip poker?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - No&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you ever lie to someone to make them feel good about themselves?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you want your friends to think about you?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - That I am a good friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the biggest argument you've ever gotten into?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - With one of my exes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever bitten someone?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - No&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When's your birthday?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - 4/6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever stolen anything?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you make wishes on shooting stars?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the most you've ever eaten in one sitting?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Three plates of ribs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you could go back and change one day, what would it be?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Not sure&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you remember your dreams?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Morning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have any phobias?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the meanest thing you've ever done to someone?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Threw a glass bottle at one of my exes.&amp;nbsp; (the one from earlier)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever been to the hospital (other then birth)?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many screen names do you have?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - One&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you watch Law &amp;amp; Order?&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt; - Yes, who doesn't&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-115721340317588205?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115721340317588205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115721340317588205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-questions.html' title='More Questions...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-115721302662381084</id><published>2006-09-02T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:03:46.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Place an X by all the things you've done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for your entire life:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Smoked a cigarette&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Crashed a friend's car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Stolen a car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Been in love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Been dumped&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Shoplifted candy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Been laid off/fired (laid off)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Quit your job&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Been in a fist fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Snuck out of your parent's house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Been arrested&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Gone on a blind date&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Lied to a friend (to save her feelings)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Skipped school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Seen someone die&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Been to Canada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Been to Mexico&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X)Been on a plane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Been lost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Been on the opposite side of the country&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Gone to Washington, DC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Swam in the ocean&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Felt like dying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Cried yourself to sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Played cops and robbers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Recently colored with crayons&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Sang karaoke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Paid for a meal with only coins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Made prank phone calls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Danced in the rain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Blown bubbles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Made a bonfire on the beach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( ) Crashed a party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Gone roller-skating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(X) Ice-skating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-115721302662381084?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115721302662381084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115721302662381084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-ive-done.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-115453353769938988</id><published>2006-08-02T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:45:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! Avatars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I created some &lt;a href="http://avatars.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Avatars&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Here they are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/images/Signatures/images/avt_betty_picnic.jpg" align="baseline" border="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/images/Signatures/images/avt_betty_chiffon.jpg" align="baseline" border="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think they are too cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-115453353769938988?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115453353769938988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115453353769938988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2006/08/yahoo-avatars.html' title='Yahoo! Avatars'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-115453248608078273</id><published>2006-08-02T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:28:06.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, I am back to writing.&amp;nbsp; I have been gone for a long time.&amp;nbsp; I have just been busy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am glad to be back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-115453248608078273?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115453248608078273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115453248608078273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-writing.html' title='Back To Writing'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-115453244892082719</id><published>2006-08-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:34:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Silly Questions</title><content type='html'>Any Nicknames? - "B" sometimes &lt;p&gt;Mother's Name?  - Melina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What Is Your Favorite Drink?  - Pineapple Soda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How Much Do You Love Your Job?  - Do I have to answer this question?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What Day Is It?  - Wednesday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot?  - &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofmaddochabeach/"&gt;Maddocha Beach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever Been To Africa?  - No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever Steal Any Traffic Signs?  - No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever Been In A Car Accident?  - No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 Door Or 4 Door? - 4 Door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salad Dressing?  - Thousand Island&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Pie?  - Pecan Pie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Number?  - 7 (God's number of completion)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Holiday?  - Thanksgiving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Food?  - Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Day Of The Week?  - Saturday (A totally free day)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Brand Of Body Soap?  - Dove&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toothpaste?  - Colgate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Smell?  - Chocolate chip cookies baking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What Do You Do To Relax?  - Read&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How Do You See Yourself In 10 Years?  - Rich&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What Do You Do When You Are Bored?  - Blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What Do You Enjoy Receiving?  - Hugs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What Is Your Pet Peeve?  - People who chew with their mouths open&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Briefs or Other?  - Nunya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-115453244892082719?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115453244892082719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/115453244892082719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2006/08/25-silly-questions.html' title='25 Silly Questions'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079361498376874</id><published>2004-06-14T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:20:14.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #12</title><content type='html'>It is not too far!  Then you wouldn't have a job.  Not everyday.  Uhh huh.  Okay, Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds like a personal call on company time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I am glad that my family always says I Love You when we end a call, good, bad, or ugly.  That rule was started by my grandmother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079361498376874?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079361498376874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079361498376874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/06/conversation-overheard-12.html' title='Conversation Overheard #12'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079356989427730</id><published>2004-06-13T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:19:29.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #11</title><content type='html'>We were so lost.  That idiot wouldn't stop to ask for directions.  I can't stand his @#&amp;#36; sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't men ask for directions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079356989427730?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079356989427730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079356989427730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/06/conversation-overheard-11.html' title='Conversation Overheard #11'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079328577982843</id><published>2004-06-13T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:14:45.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The same woman in the past two conversations...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going drinking with some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;You make your own conclusions, thoughts, and deductions as to how I know this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079328577982843?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079328577982843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079328577982843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/06/conversation-overheard-10_13.html' title='Conversation Overheard #10'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079322709187683</id><published>2004-06-12T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:18:18.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The same woman in the previous conversation...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk and I was with some drunk friends.  They did it, so I did it too.&lt;br /&gt;How do I know this?  She tells too much of her business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079322709187683?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079322709187683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079322709187683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/06/conversation-overheard-9.html' title='Conversation Overheard #9'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079318578470928</id><published>2004-06-11T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:18:34.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #8</title><content type='html'>Her boyfriend pays more attention to the cat than he does to her.&lt;br /&gt;How do I know this? She talks entirely too loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079318578470928?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079318578470928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079318578470928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/06/conversation-overheard-8.html' title='Conversation Overheard #8'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079316227540467</id><published>2004-05-11T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:12:42.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;  I am having a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her:&lt;/b&gt;  It's gonna get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;  Yea, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her:&lt;/b&gt;  Do you love the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;  Yes, mame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her:&lt;/b&gt;  Then it's already better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;  If you say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her:&lt;/b&gt;  Can you breathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;  Yes, mame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her:&lt;/b&gt;  Then it's already better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;  Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her:&lt;/b&gt;  Has God ever done anything for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;  Yes mame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her:&lt;/b&gt;  Then it's already better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;  (Laughing).  Yes mame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her:&lt;/b&gt;  Girl, get your praise on.&lt;br /&gt;She proceeds to give God a praise dance.  I joined her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079316227540467?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079316227540467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079316227540467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/05/conversation-12.html' title='Conversation #12'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079305905174344</id><published>2004-05-11T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:11:42.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Flashback #3</title><content type='html'>Grandmama loved to spread her wisdom.  She was always willing to tell you something.  Here are some of the things I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Is you a fool or a plumb fool?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Where did you loose your common sense?  I know you were born with some.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;One of these days, God is gonna come get me.  It won't be long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Lord, it's Your servant.  You chilluns' is getting on my nerves. Come get um Lord, before I send them to You.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I know you just did the fool.  God still loves you baby.  I'm not sure, I still loves you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;You call that work!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Laugh baby.  It won't hurt that much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079305905174344?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079305905174344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079305905174344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/05/conversation-flashback-3.html' title='Conversation Flashback #3'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079302468837670</id><published>2004-04-14T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:10:24.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #11</title><content type='html'>Why would someone tell you... "You don't ever do anything for me. I am always doing something for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to do something for that person but they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, really you don't have to do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then, don't gripe at me for not doing something for you, when you won't let me do anything for you. SHUT UP ABOUT IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079302468837670?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079302468837670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079302468837670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/04/conversation-11.html' title='Conversation #11'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079296296520800</id><published>2004-03-18T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:09:22.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #10</title><content type='html'>Lord, some of Your human creations are down right stupid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You know I don't mean my gender either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, and they act stupid over some INANITY (bull).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, they need You, cause only You can understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079296296520800?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079296296520800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079296296520800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/03/conversation-10.html' title='Conversation #10'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079290614401464</id><published>2004-02-14T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:08:26.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #9</title><content type='html'>Lord, help me make it through this test. Things have gotten a bit overbearing. It feels like I am in this thing with no help at all. I don't want to be taken out of the test, but can You send me some help. I need a tutor, a teacher's aide, some extra credit, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me get through this with grace, faith, and my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079290614401464?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079290614401464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079290614401464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-9.html' title='Conversation #9'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079287651931603</id><published>2004-02-14T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:07:56.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #7</title><content type='html'>"It's going to be okay. I just had a fight with my boyfriend. The computer is acting crazy. These silly folk around here are getting on my nerves. I need God's help to go through this test I am going through. I am going to make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the conversation I keep having with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079287651931603?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079287651931603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079287651931603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-overheard-7.html' title='Conversation Overheard #7'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079284462110000</id><published>2004-02-14T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:07:24.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #8</title><content type='html'>I walked by the microwave in the small break room of my office one morning around 9:30 AM. The clock on it said 3:20. I was about to get excited and go to running all over the place happy to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me... It wasn't anywhere near 3:20. I was upset at the microwave for a second and then I fell out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a trip sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079284462110000?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079284462110000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079284462110000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-8.html' title='Conversation #8'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079280416093694</id><published>2004-02-14T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:06:44.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #7</title><content type='html'>I work as a secretary in a warehouse. At a meeting one-day, the Vice-President of the company said, "Can you guys please watch how you use the restrooms? No one wants to have to clean up after you make a mess in the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has often been said that the men's bathroom of the warehouse are the nastiest in the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who replenishes the toilet paper and paper towel ain't none of me. I would lock the men's restroom and keep it locked until the guys could prove that they could keep the restrooms clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure that using it outside in the cold weather would help a man learn how to clean up after himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079280416093694?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079280416093694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079280416093694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-7.html' title='Conversation #7'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079277385522519</id><published>2004-02-14T13:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:06:13.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Flashback #2</title><content type='html'>I had a situation recently that reminded me of something my old pastor use to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be sure your sins will find you out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do wrong, it's gonna catch up with you sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also reminded of him saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gonna reap what you sow, as sho as you born and you sow it. You gonna reap it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two phrases helped me not to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do evil for evil."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079277385522519?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079277385522519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079277385522519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-flashback-2.html' title='Conversation Flashback #2'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079274615482034</id><published>2004-02-14T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:05:46.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #6</title><content type='html'>My boss told me that I had to stop talking to my boyfriend on the phone everyday. Mind you, I have only talked to my boyfriend on the phone three times in six months. My boss has no way of knowing who I am on the phone with. Someone went and tattled on me. I thought you stop tattling on people by the time you were nine or ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was a wrong conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... How did 3 times turn into everyday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079274615482034?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079274615482034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079274615482034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-6.html' title='Conversation #6'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079269605044082</id><published>2004-02-14T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:04:56.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #6</title><content type='html'>A lady had told me that she had just kicked her husband out of her house after their divorce. About a week later, I heard her making arrangements for a weekend at a cabin. She called a guy friend and told him that she had the cabin rented. I tried not to insinuate anything from the conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I have got to stop eavesdropping or she needs to talk softer. She needs to talk softer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079269605044082?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079269605044082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079269605044082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-overheard-6.html' title='Conversation Overheard #6'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079266172627997</id><published>2004-02-14T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:04:21.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #5</title><content type='html'>I heard a guy tell a girl, "I have a girlfriend, but it is complicated and a long story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of mess is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079266172627997?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079266172627997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079266172627997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-overheard-5.html' title='Conversation Overheard #5'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079263795673363</id><published>2004-02-14T13:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:03:57.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #5</title><content type='html'>"God is good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Henry always starts her testimonies with that phrase. Before she gives honor, before she says anything, she reminds of us God's goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure glad that "God is good!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079263795673363?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079263795673363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079263795673363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-5.html' title='Conversation #5'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079261549630855</id><published>2004-02-14T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:03:35.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #4</title><content type='html'>I am an adult, you are an adult. If you have a beef with me, talk to me about it. Don't go behind my back to someone else and tell them, then get me hollered at. Be a man or woman and step to me face to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079261549630855?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079261549630855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079261549630855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-4.html' title='Conversation #4'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079258965111960</id><published>2004-02-14T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:03:09.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #3</title><content type='html'>I was talking with one of my home girls. We were discussing how some people could get away with anything and we couldn't seem to get away with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem fair that sometimes because of your race, name, stature, family name, or wealth that you can get away with some things that I could never possibly get away with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that way with Christians as well. When Christians runs a yellow light, police are everywhere, but when a drunk driver is swerving all over the road, there is no officer in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That don't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of those things I am gonna have to ask God about when I get to Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079258965111960?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079258965111960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079258965111960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversation-3.html' title='Conversation #3'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079253854147320</id><published>2003-11-15T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:02:18.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #4</title><content type='html'>I recently heard someone talking on their cell phone.&amp;nbsp; During the conversation, this person said that their view of people have changed.&amp;nbsp; This person also said to the other person on the phone, &amp;quot;If I had known you about a year ago, I wouldn't be talking to you, but thanks to God, my view of people have changed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it amazing that God can change a person's heart, mind, and mind-set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079253854147320?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079253854147320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079253854147320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/11/conversation-overheard-4.html' title='Conversation Overheard #4'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079251241246382</id><published>2003-11-15T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:01:52.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #4</title><content type='html'>For years, I have heard, &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Don't you know the Lord is soon to come!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; That has been said every since I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that each generation that said it, meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signs can be seen, that the Lord is soon to come.&amp;nbsp; It is evident more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that God would come back soon because the Bible says that the very elect could be fooled.&amp;nbsp; If the Bishops, Apostles, Pastors, preachers, and teachers can be fooled, Lord help us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079251241246382?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079251241246382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079251241246382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/11/conversation-4.html' title='Conversation #4'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079248828658074</id><published>2003-11-15T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:01:28.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #3</title><content type='html'>It's funny how people get amazed at you when you can do something good, as if you doing something well is a feat that cannot be accomplished without some form of tricky.&amp;nbsp; Why does proficiency and talent seem to amaze people?&amp;nbsp; (Maybe it's just me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you work hard at your craft, you expect to be good at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079248828658074?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079248828658074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079248828658074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/11/conversation-3.html' title='Conversation #3'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079244918188729</id><published>2003-10-13T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:00:49.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Goal</title><content type='html'>I plan to iron my clothes for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make sure that they are ironed by Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079244918188729?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079244918188729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079244918188729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/10/quick-goal.html' title='Quick Goal'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079215664111731</id><published>2003-08-14T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:55:56.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Television</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite television show?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder She Wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you like about the show?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one nosey white woman.&amp;nbsp; She is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who are your favorite characters?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Fletcher and Doc Hazlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you be sad if the show was canceled?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, but it is on in reruns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079215664111731?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079215664111731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079215664111731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/08/television.html' title='Television'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079212840474280</id><published>2003-08-14T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:55:28.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passionate</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What is a cause that you are passionate about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Education and Money for Higher Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why does this cause touch your heart?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need an education.  There are some who are not able to afford an&lt;br /&gt;education as others are.  Everyone could use a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What have you done to help/promote this cause?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell everyone I can about scholarships that are available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079212840474280?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079212840474280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079212840474280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/08/passionate.html' title='Passionate'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079209863701395</id><published>2003-07-15T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:54:58.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discouragement</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What do you do when you get discouraged?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually pray or read a scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you make yourself feel better?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to think of positive things that have happened in my life.  I also think about the goodness of God.  That helps a whole lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079209863701395?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079209863701395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079209863701395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/07/discouragement.html' title='Discouragement'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079206343674453</id><published>2003-06-17T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:54:23.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place to Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Write about a place that you would like to visit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to visit Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why would you like to visit this place?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would to visit Africa because it is a beautiful place.  It is also a place that shows God's creativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079206343674453?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079206343674453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079206343674453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/06/place-to-visit.html' title='A Place to Visit'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079186012292751</id><published>2003-03-28T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:51:00.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #2</title><content type='html'>Everyone is up in arms about the war.&amp;nbsp; I have heard so many comments, quotes, questions, and tirades about the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people are for the war and there are an equal number of people against the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who say that the war has religious implications, &lt;b&gt;A Sign of the Time&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who have ideas about what the war is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversations go on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help this war come to a swift end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079186012292751?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079186012292751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079186012292751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/03/conversation-overheard-2.html' title='Conversation Overheard #2'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079180010145942</id><published>2003-03-28T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:50:00.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Flashback #1</title><content type='html'>Well, I am tired and I have a cold.&amp;nbsp; I went outside and stayed for a few minutes without a jacket.&amp;nbsp; I had on short sleeves, too.&amp;nbsp; I went to church.&amp;nbsp; I was running late and I didn't have a chance to get a jacket.&amp;nbsp; It was cold by the time service was dismissed.&amp;nbsp; I went outside without a jacket and now, I am truly miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is my mother saying, &amp;quot;You ain't that cute, put on a jacket.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I was not trying to be cute at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079180010145942?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079180010145942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079180010145942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/03/conversation-flashback-1.html' title='Conversation Flashback #1'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079104506363562</id><published>2003-03-20T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:37:25.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Great Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I am a great friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I like to read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I am a good musician.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I always have something to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I love the Lord.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079104506363562?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079104506363562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079104506363562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/03/5-great-things-about-me.html' title='5 Great Things About Me'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079203020991592</id><published>2003-03-14T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:53:50.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #2</title><content type='html'>I was sitting near some people who were talking.&amp;nbsp; I tried my best not to listen, but the conversation seemed so interesting.&amp;nbsp; I almost asked if I needed to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the conversation, I heard, that some people were just being silly, that some people just didn't understand what was going on, and that some people were making things harder than they have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always seem so easy to eavesdrop on someone else's conversation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079203020991592?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079203020991592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079203020991592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/03/conversation-2.html' title='Conversation #2'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079097862108763</id><published>2003-03-03T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:47:29.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone-itis</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Are cell phones a good thing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are a very good convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In what way(s) do they make life easier?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are good in an emergency.  They are good when you are out of town.  They are good when you are late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When do you get frustrated when you see people on their cell phones (i.e. in the grocery store, in cars, etc.)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get frustrated when I see people on their cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why does this frustrate you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't.  When you need to make a phone call, you need to make a phone call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079097862108763?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079097862108763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079097862108763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/03/cell-phone-itis.html' title='Cell Phone-itis'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079072519761026</id><published>2003-03-03T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:32:05.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Do you procrastinate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, who doesn't?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What causes you to procrastinate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness and tiredness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you do to motivate yourself to work?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that if I don't do it, it won't get done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079072519761026?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079072519761026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079072519761026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/03/procastination.html' title='Procastination'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079192212481507</id><published>2003-03-01T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:52:02.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #3</title><content type='html'>An unemployed friend of mine was recently told, &amp;quot;If you wanted to find a job, you could with all your skills.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has signed up with several temp agency.&amp;nbsp; Most of the agency told her that they didn't have much these days.&amp;nbsp; One of the agencies also said, &amp;quot;I would suggest that you sign up with some more agencies.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; My friend has submitted her resume to several places, without much success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has often commented, &amp;quot;It's a trip out there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079192212481507?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079192212481507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079192212481507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/03/conversation-overheard-3.html' title='Conversation Overheard #3'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079067518964550</id><published>2003-02-18T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:32:35.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song that Makes You Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What is the name of a song that always makes you cry?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Grace And Mercy&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why does the song make you cry?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Because God it reminds me that God will always love me.  Despite how I act or forget about him sometimes, He is always faithful to continue to love me.  If it were not for God's grace and mercy, I would be lost or dead.  I thank God that He has unconditional love for me.  Mankind will always remember the bad things that you do or did, but God doesn't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God...  "When I was down, He picked me up.  I was on the verge of giving up.  Grace and mercy He had on me."  God protects me even when I am not thinking about what is going on.  He kept me from dangers seen and unseen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What thoughts are conjured up when you hear the song?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;That God loves me more than I could love myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079067518964550?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079067518964550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079067518964550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/02/song-that-makes-you-cry.html' title='A Song that Makes You Cry'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079060467507276</id><published>2003-02-18T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:30:04.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Christmas Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite Christmas Song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This Christmas"&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always a sign that it is Christmas time.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What memories does the song make you remember?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas' when all the family got together to celebrate.  With everyone so busy these days, no one really has time to get together anymore like we use to.  It was fun when all the family meet at Granny's house and fellowshipped.  In today's society, we just don't fellowship like we use to.  It's sad, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079060467507276?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079060467507276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079060467507276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/02/favorite-christmas-song.html' title='Favorite Christmas Song'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079043125352825</id><published>2003-02-18T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:27:11.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Learn Sense...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What do you think that means?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that you will learn that it is best to heed the advice given to you instead of having to go through what you were advised against doing.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does your grandmother, grandfather, or another family member have some saying that they always say?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  "Laughing is catching."&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think those saying mean?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I am not quite sure, but I think it means that if you laugh at one person, sooner or later, someone will laugh at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079043125352825?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079043125352825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079043125352825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/02/youll-learn-sense.html' title='You&apos;ll Learn Sense...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079033654316082</id><published>2003-02-18T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:28:24.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Why can you understand Scrappy Doo, but you can't understand Scooby Doo?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I don't know.  I guess because Scrappy Doo was a mutation or something like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why did Shaggy like to eat dog biscuits?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I guess they taste good, most likely because Shaggy was always hungry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did they ever say the last names of the characters?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I can't remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was your favorite character? Why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Velma.  She was the smartest member of the group.  She was the one who really solved all the crimes.  The others were there as window dressing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079033654316082?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079033654316082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079033654316082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/02/scooby-doo.html' title='Scooby Doo'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079029505886381</id><published>2003-02-18T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:28:03.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trifiling Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What do you think about people who drive in the passing lane on a two-lane highway?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;They caused traffic back-ups in the passing lane.  If you are going to drive slow, you should use the right lane.  I have been a passenger in the car with people who do this.  It is irritating because the people who have to go around and pass on the right always give the passenger the dirty look, as if I am the one driving.  I get tired of that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you the kind of person who drives in the passing lane?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you give the drivers who drive in the passing lane dirty looks?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you say nasty things about the drivers who drive in the passing lane?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yes.  Who doesn't?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079029505886381?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079029505886381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079029505886381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/02/trifiling-drivers.html' title='Trifiling Drivers'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079023940729486</id><published>2003-02-18T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:23:59.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Paper on the Roll</title><content type='html'>I think the toilet paper should roll from the bottom under.  It rolls a lot easier that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave the toilet paper sitting on the back of the commode or on the sink shelf.  That way there is not an argument about how the toilet paper should roll off the roll.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079023940729486?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079023940729486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079023940729486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2003/02/toilet-paper-on-roll.html' title='Toilet Paper on the Roll'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113079014933471798</id><published>2002-12-17T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:22:29.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Overheard #1</title><content type='html'>I overheard some children talking. I knew the kids. I know for a fact that one of them was lying. He has a history of lying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say that you have something, he will say that he has the same things and more than one. It's amazing how much children can lie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113079014933471798?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079014933471798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113079014933471798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2002/12/conversation-overheard-1.html' title='Conversation Overheard #1'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-113078991789929733</id><published>2002-12-17T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:19:55.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation #1</title><content type='html'>Well, I just got started with my diary. I will be updating and journaling soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, if you need Something To Say, just skip over to &lt;a href="http://sumin2say.alwaysinspired.info/"&gt;http://sumin2say.alwaysinspired.info/&lt;/a&gt; and get something to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-113078991789929733?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113078991789929733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/113078991789929733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2002/12/conversation-1.html' title='Conversation #1'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18502892.post-114781652984343422</id><published>2001-05-16T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:55:29.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WebRings</title><content type='html'>&lt;script language=javascript type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;src="http://ss.webring.com/navbar?f=j;y=sandy_relaxing;u=10091186"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg cellspacing="0" border="2" style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;This site is a member of WebRing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To browse visit &lt;a href="http://ss.webring.com/navbar?f=l;y=sandy_relaxing;u=10091186"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18502892-114781652984343422?l=bchevette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/114781652984343422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18502892/posts/default/114781652984343422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bchevette.blogspot.com/2001/05/webrings.html' title='WebRings'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
