<?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-4167288516206569915</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:04:22.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shallow Thoughts of Pauly</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is mostly random thoughts that pop up.  The reasoning behind shallow thoughts is, I don't think to hard about things in life.  I don't have and probably could never have deep thoughts about about the universe.  I hope you all like it and feel free to comment.  If I don't like your comment then you get the big one finger salute.  

Pauly</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-7210498105731836108</id><published>2009-10-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:26:23.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long!!!</title><content type='html'>Well it's been one heck of a summer!  Made through the second summer of my breakup.  I would have to say I did ok.  Myself and the kids have all our toes and fingers accounted for.  I became reecainted with some old high school friends, which is pretty cool!  I have gained a few close friends and some new friends.  In all it was a great summer season.  I have been dealing with some hardships, but the light is beginning to show at the end of the tunnel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-7210498105731836108?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/7210498105731836108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=7210498105731836108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7210498105731836108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7210498105731836108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long!!!'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6874674782412263076</id><published>2009-05-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:41:43.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>Memorial Day is upon us.  I wonder how many people really know what this Holiday is about.  I myself have never served in the military.  So I write about this topic from a civilian stand point. I have wondered, what kind of a soldier would I have made. I was in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recruiter's&lt;/span&gt; office once, looking to go into the Army and wanted to pursue a MP service since at the time I was in college for Law Enforcement. I was discouraged (not by the recruiter) that it would be hard for me to attain that goal since I was a little too tall and overweight by about 20 pounds.    Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day is an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; holiday.  Most people associate it with the beginning of summer.  Myself in the recent years have thought more about our men and women who have served this great nation of ours selflessly.  For many of us we have family member(s) that have served. Myself, my grandfather served in World War II. I never knew he was there until many years after he passed away.  When I found out he was in the Battle of the Bulge I was almost shocked.  I remember him as a my soft &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spoken&lt;/span&gt; white haired and full of wisdom grandpa. I would have never placed him in Europe on a battle field.  Like many of his generation their stories were never shared with family, sometimes it was never spoken that they were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father served during the Cold War era, thankfully he did not have to witness battle. Although it must have been tough to serve with knowing the threat of nuclear war could break out.  To me that would be an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ominous&lt;/span&gt; feeling knowing that if you go to war you were looking at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; of literally changing the face of the planet and millions of peoples very existence would be instantaneously eliminated. Thankfully it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biological father served as a Marine in Vietnam.  I have not heard much about his service there.  I hope to find out more.  So that some of his experiences are passed down. I spoke once with him and asked him, Would you go back to see the country?  He replied, "Yes, I would," and on a light note, he stated 'he missed the food there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had two uncles serve one in the Marine Corp and the other in the Air Force.  I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; had new and old friends serve in all the different branches of military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my family and friends that have served,  I say Thank you for your service to this great country of ours. To our soldiers past and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt; be proud! &lt;br /&gt;YOU KEPT THIS COUNTRY FREE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6874674782412263076?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6874674782412263076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6874674782412263076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6874674782412263076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6874674782412263076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-4073662638596049113</id><published>2009-05-21T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:35:03.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teasing?</title><content type='html'>I have been chatting with an old college friend, whom I have not seen or talked to in some 20 years.  We were joking back and forth and teasing came into play.  There are some many levels of teasing.  There's giving the needle, which most of participate in.  There's bullying, yuck! There is sexually.  In all teasing is pretty fun and I will continue to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-4073662638596049113?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/4073662638596049113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=4073662638596049113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4073662638596049113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4073662638596049113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/05/teasing.html' title='Teasing?'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-5709741009798959043</id><published>2009-05-21T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:26:04.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contridiction in terms?</title><content type='html'>While driving at work today I notice one of the Adopt a Highway signs.  The group that is helping us keep this section of roadway clean is what caught my eye.  The groups name; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Atheists&lt;/span&gt; for Human Rights.   My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; is in this country and most of the world laws and rights are a moral issue.  Being that morality plays a place in our lives &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;. Now you look at our Bill of Rights.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Inalienable&lt;/span&gt; rights endowed by our creator.  This lines hints to a supreme being.  It's kind of odd to me when you look at from different angles. In whatever religion or belief system there is right and wrong. No matter how we believe it is a question that can be asked and answered in several ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-5709741009798959043?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/5709741009798959043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=5709741009798959043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/5709741009798959043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/5709741009798959043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/05/contridiction-in-terms.html' title='Contridiction in terms?'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-1831458555502682034</id><published>2009-03-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:36:00.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 year olds, man they can think quick.</title><content type='html'>So tonight the kids and I were heading down to the Midway area of St. Paul for dinner.  Basically University Ave where we spend alot of summer weekend evenings.  Being the first real nice day we have had the kids wanted to go there.  Thinking the all the cars would be out.  Well I knew a couple of my friends would be down there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay.  We get on the highway me the ever acceleration demon.  Boy child yells, "You better not do 80 the cops will take your house!"  I shout "No they won't!"  Girl child responds "They can't,  too heavy!"  I had to laugh and reach back for the high five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-1831458555502682034?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/1831458555502682034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=1831458555502682034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/1831458555502682034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/1831458555502682034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-year-olds-man-they-can-think-quick.html' title='4 year olds, man they can think quick.'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-8579909428109578081</id><published>2009-03-07T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:30:40.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life thoughts</title><content type='html'>Well to say nothing new is an understatement.  It's funny how one can look back on time gone by and think,  Wow have things changed for me.  It's been about a year since I decided to break the chain from the ball.   My kids have changed so much in the past year and think they are adjusting well.  My turned 6 and my girl turns 4 in a month.  I have reconnected with some close friends and made some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt; that I hope become life long friends.  I have learned to calm myself down from hating my  ex to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; dislike that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;manageable&lt;/span&gt;.  I jumped to into a couple minor relationships that were not for the better but weren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;destructive&lt;/span&gt;, just not what I wanted.  The thing I found funny in my recent dating trials.   I guess women find me attractive.  LOL  It was something good to hear and a needed ego booster. If I can be considered attractive at almost 40 I'm cool with that.   Life brings some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; challenges and I love every one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-8579909428109578081?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/8579909428109578081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=8579909428109578081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8579909428109578081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8579909428109578081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-thoughts.html' title='Life thoughts'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-5504018233655531635</id><published>2009-02-17T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:35:16.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the flashback!</title><content type='html'>What a flashback.  After an unexpected free night last Friday.  I decided to go out.  It wasn't till late but non the less I checked out a bar I have never been to.  It was Gustav's in NE Minneapolis.  I was taken aback by the bar.  You enter the premises and immediately go down stairs into the basement.  I rounded the corner and the first thing that popped in my mind was, the movie Animal House toga  party scene.  It also remind me of many college parties I attended in my youth.  My other favorite part I was in beer heaven.  Eleven German beers on tap it took me 10 minutes to decide which one I wanted.  It finally came down to the bartender making my pick.  If you know me, you know I am not a picky person.  My favorite thing is to tell a bartender, chef or waitress to surprise me.  I'll give them an idea of what I am in the mood for,  then let them have free reign.  I have had some of my best restaurant meals ever by doing this,  usually end up with something off menu and fantastic.   It was a great night met a few new people and hopefully a couple new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-5504018233655531635?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/5504018233655531635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=5504018233655531635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/5504018233655531635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/5504018233655531635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-flashback.html' title='Oh the flashback!'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-957367098940238596</id><published>2009-02-10T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:04:28.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my 3 year old....</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a blast with my 3 year old.  She has started to push her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt; and test the limits.  We actually had a screaming contest.  I told her it was bedtime and she wanted more TV time.  The water works started, to sway things to her way of thinking. Well it didn't happen. To which I was loudly told by a bawling little girl "Your the worst dad in the world!"  Well by bed time I became an OK dad again...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-957367098940238596?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/957367098940238596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=957367098940238596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/957367098940238596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/957367098940238596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-my-3-year-old.html' title='I love my 3 year old....'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-7965295627581227191</id><published>2009-02-06T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:12:59.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jargen</title><content type='html'>I just love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jargon&lt;/span&gt; that people say.  My latest favorite saying is "I work hard and I play harder." What is with this saying.  Would this be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; dating lies at play.  If this were true this society would be nuts!  If  it were true for me.  I would make Keith Richards look like a saint. Why do people say this.  I always picture some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt; out drug addict.  Or a person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out in an opium den.  Hey maybe they have taken up lion taming in their spare time.  Who knows, but I am sick of this cliche!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-7965295627581227191?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/7965295627581227191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=7965295627581227191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7965295627581227191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7965295627581227191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/02/jargen.html' title='Jargen'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6150378544320369597</id><published>2009-01-31T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:34:53.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking from the company Kool Aid</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how this statement can be thrown around.  One side you can be a company suck up, flip side you can choose to subscribe and drink said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt; Aid and see what happens and try to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been at my company conference this weekend. I leave Sunday.  I have to say one thing the owners of my company know how to put on a party.  That aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been an interesting day. I have to say I am very glad I was chosen to go. This experience has given me a whole new look into the company I work for.  I have to say I am inspired by what was demonstrated today.  I have worked for several transportation companies in the past.  I have NEVER seen a company take such turn in their business model.  These guys have literally turned the company upside down and emptied the basket. Then looked through the contents and decide what needed to go, what to keep and what was missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These events always show the company rah rah bit.  This was different!  The ownership and new management teams are bringing such ferocity to this company, that you literally get the sense that failure is not an option.  My company is not hurting by any means.  These guys have decided that "now is the time to draw the line in the sand."  They are looking at this economic downturn as a time to act and trounce the competition.  By going forward adding new services and etc.  They are not cutting back.  But that does not mean they are not paying attention to costs and spending money like no tomorrow.  In fact they're planning for tomorrow.  They have many new faces that are ready for the task.  Each of then have brought a piece for the puzzle.  Now the task is to get that puzzle put together.  I almost feel like being on the ground floor of a new company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the examples, that the family who owns the company really appreciates their employees. During Q&amp;amp;A a driver asked, Since we give so much to charity.  Would it be possible to have a scholarship fund for employee's children?  Initial answer from HR was that's a good idea we'll have to look at the possibility.  Q&amp;amp;A moves on.  About ten minutes later one of the owners who was present called the other two.  Response all three,  Yep lets do it.  Now there will five scholarships for $5k apiece available.  This done in literally ten minutes, all because someone asked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6150378544320369597?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6150378544320369597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6150378544320369597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6150378544320369597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6150378544320369597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/drinking-from-company-kool-aid.html' title='Drinking from the company Kool Aid'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-3046503170526661873</id><published>2009-01-29T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:38:47.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leavin on a jet plane!</title><content type='html'>Well I am getting ready for a trip.  Granted it's for business, but I can call it what I want.  So I am going to Ohio.  I know, it's Ohio,  the buckeye state, home of The Ohio State University.   And Ohio where it's round on both ends and high in the middle.  It's a business conference so it should be interesting.  Plus the bonus side of the trip is it will be the first time since my break up that I have left the kids behind.  My meaning is I have left the state without them and am not minutes away.  So for the kids phone calls will have to do. LOL.  The funny questions are, "are you sleeping at the airport?" Why are getting up so early?"  My only concern is all my co-workers said behave when I left.  Really how much trouble could I get in.  I am a saint.   Plus it's Ohio there can't be that much trouble available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-3046503170526661873?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/3046503170526661873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=3046503170526661873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3046503170526661873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3046503170526661873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leavin on a jet plane!'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-7594682326324748034</id><published>2009-01-25T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:04:26.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be one month with out cigarettes and minimal use of smoking cessation products, i.e. the patch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lozenges&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel pretty good.  I also managed to kick the wintergreen lifesavers addiction also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-7594682326324748034?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/7594682326324748034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=7594682326324748034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7594682326324748034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7594682326324748034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/yippie.html' title='Yippie'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6959096285017708212</id><published>2009-01-25T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:19:06.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dating scene.....</title><content type='html'>The dating scene kind of cracks me up.  When your twenty something it's all you want to do.  Go out to the bar, pickup women, and just plain get out.  We get all spiffed up smelling good trying to look our best and for what...to go home liquored up and maybe lucky enough to bring some one home...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  Me, I mostly just ended up liquored up.   Now fast forward almost 20 years.  I'm trying to figure out how to impress the fairer sex.  I drink more responsible have almost too many morals for the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; and don't really care for the bar scene.  So now dates change from clubbing to let's find something different to do so one can talk.  It's not all bad.  It's just funny how our lives change with maturity, the things we like to do.  I find myself questioning myself regularly now.  I am not questioning the decisions I make.  Rather I am questioning the things I like or don't like.  Did I like them because of someone else or was it something I always liked.  I know what my core likes are so that's what really matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6959096285017708212?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6959096285017708212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6959096285017708212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6959096285017708212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6959096285017708212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/dating-scene.html' title='The dating scene.....'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-8963089455914810582</id><published>2009-01-25T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:57:57.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How you look at life.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how things make you look at life differently.  Since my split with the wife and the pending divorce, and a near future business trip, I realized I needed to take care of some business.  It's kind of morbid but it has to be done. My upcoming trip is what made me suddenly realize this.  It basically boiled down to if something happened to me what would happen to my kids and their financial well being.  So of course calls had to be made.  Talking about your own death is kind of odd to say the least.  This was all ironed out when I was married but now all of it has to be redone.  Hurray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-8963089455914810582?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/8963089455914810582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=8963089455914810582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8963089455914810582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8963089455914810582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-you-look-at-life.html' title='How you look at life.'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-7421981461055347468</id><published>2009-01-20T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:16:55.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it's official...</title><content type='html'>Well today was the day.  A new President takes office.  This is now a time for "change". How much change will we have.  Will our country get stronger, stay the same or get weaker.  Now most people know that I didn't vote for Obama.  Which is fine.  My personal feelings aside, I hope he will become one of our best presidents.  My only fear is that now the fat cats in Washington will become drunk with power.   This will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; become an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; four years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-7421981461055347468?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/7421981461055347468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=7421981461055347468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7421981461055347468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7421981461055347468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-its-official.html' title='Well it&apos;s official...'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6610221700965524495</id><published>2009-01-17T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:25:30.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice fishing with the kids...</title><content type='html'>Took the kids ice fishing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;.  I haven't done it myself for a couple years.   I t was the first time kids got to go.  Some long time friends invited us up to their place.  Well we hit the lake the kids thought it was pretty cool driving on the lake.  Of course the boy pointed out the fact that you could not do this in the summer.  Curiously I asked him "why?"  His response "Come on dad this is simple, there's no ice in the summer!"  I was kind of hoping for some kind of a more scientific answer but I guess I'll have to live the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the fish house.  One grown up gets the kids going.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; even there five minutes and a rotten little kid is already pulling up a fish.  I think all the kids at one point in time had a chance at bringing a fish up through the hole.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a fun evening.  The final score ended up kids with seven keepers and adults with the big old goose egg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6610221700965524495?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6610221700965524495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6610221700965524495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6610221700965524495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6610221700965524495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-fishing-with-kids.html' title='Ice fishing with the kids...'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-1724188336936436621</id><published>2009-01-12T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:29:36.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you...</title><content type='html'>I set up face book account.  Over all I think it is pretty cool.  I have seen many people that I grew up with, went to school and college with.  It's kind of neat seeing how these people are doing.  It's funny for me I have always thought that I had two distinct groups of friends. To explain I transferred schools in ninth grade.  So I had to make an entirely new set of friends.  The younger set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; ninth grade I know I still would talk to some on a daily basis, had I not moved.  I have only really kept in steady contact with a couple friends from  high school.  Looking back and seeing other people who been friends growing up makes me think, did I miss out? Would I be somewhere else if I hadn't moved?  It's questions that will never be answered, but sometimes wondered about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the "would you" part comes from a thought I had about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  If you had a crush on somebody in grade school or high school, and knew that they were single, divorced or what ever. Would you try and pursue a relationship.  If you did, would it be odd? Because you were kids before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reacquainting&lt;/span&gt; and now it's 20 plus years later.   Would that fire be rekindled. Would you look at each and say NO. It kind of made me wonder though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-1724188336936436621?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/1724188336936436621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=1724188336936436621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/1724188336936436621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/1724188336936436621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/would-you.html' title='Would you...'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-3774941330920024315</id><published>2009-01-11T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:50:48.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hurt!</title><content type='html'>Went and played hockey with the boys yesterday.  I had a lot of fun.  It's been quite awhile since that last time I played.  All I can say now is "oh the pain" I think I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of muscles that haven't been used in quite a while. Now it's recovery time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-3774941330920024315?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/3774941330920024315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=3774941330920024315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3774941330920024315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3774941330920024315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hurt.html' title='I hurt!'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-7346479506904669416</id><published>2009-01-10T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:53:26.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the economy that bad?</title><content type='html'>If the economy is that bad why would we spend four bucks on a cup of coffee.  I splurged this morning on a Caribou Coffee.  This is a complete rarity for me.  One is I have a hard time justifying the purchase.  I just wanted a treat this morning.  Two, I have been boycotting them for the past few years.  I don't like who owns them.  My political aspirations showing through.  So I was tortured this day with my hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does make me wonder how people can bitch about the economic well being of this country.  Then turn around and spend like drunken sailors.  Then complain when the bill comes due.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-7346479506904669416?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/7346479506904669416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=7346479506904669416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7346479506904669416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7346479506904669416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-economy-that-bad.html' title='Is the economy that bad?'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6898497029325299869</id><published>2009-01-10T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:42:55.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...Question of the day.</title><content type='html'>If an alcoholic gives you all their booze, are they trying to give you their disease?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6898497029325299869?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6898497029325299869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6898497029325299869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6898497029325299869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6898497029325299869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmquestion-of-day.html' title='Hmmm...Question of the day.'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-7266201688050467645</id><published>2009-01-08T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:40:41.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he famous?</title><content type='html'>My son asks me tonight.  "Is he famous, dad?"   I asked, "Who?"  The who was the guy on the commercials for seen on TV crap.  I told him no he isn't famous.  He loudly said "YES HE IS,  he's the wonder putty guy."  Then I realized it was the Oxi Clean Guy.  I guess he is famous if a kid can remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-7266201688050467645?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/7266201688050467645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=7266201688050467645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7266201688050467645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7266201688050467645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-he-famous.html' title='Is he famous?'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-2059408353091135235</id><published>2009-01-07T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:37:07.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;25% of people cheat on their taxes yet expect honesty from their elected officials.                                                 Larry Winget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-2059408353091135235?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/2059408353091135235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=2059408353091135235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/2059408353091135235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/2059408353091135235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-this-quote.html' title='I love this quote'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-924577404048287111</id><published>2009-01-06T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:34:34.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was asked to leave.</title><content type='html'>Dropped my kids at daycare this morning I usually wait till my boy gets on the bus and chat with my daycare lady.  She is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; neighbor and provider.  While we were chatting it up my daughter comes up to me and says,  "Dad, you need to leave now! This is my space.  Why are you still here?"  I replied "Cause."  As she's walking through the kitchen I hear,  "Cause is not an answer, if I can't say cause, you can't either!"  I think I'm in trouble since my rule is being used against me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-924577404048287111?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/924577404048287111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=924577404048287111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/924577404048287111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/924577404048287111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-asked-to-leave.html' title='I was asked to leave.'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-7488771838482936627</id><published>2009-01-05T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:26:04.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy can cook!</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that my boy can cook.  OK well kind of,  He has apparently made dinner twice now.  Once was spaghetti O's in the microwave.  The second time tonight he was making waffles.  Well it's a start.  Guess choices are somewhat limited to him. Since he is not allowed to use the stove yet.  Now if I can get him to grill me a steak and get me a beer I'd be set.  He was so proud of himself when he told me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-7488771838482936627?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/7488771838482936627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=7488771838482936627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7488771838482936627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/7488771838482936627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-boy-can-cook.html' title='My boy can cook!'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-3487052195518312724</id><published>2009-01-03T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:48:17.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Well started of 2009 with a step in the right direction. I haven't a smoke in a week and I managed to workout everyday, I just have to keep it going. I have New Years resolutions but I think I will refer to them more as goals for the year and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quit smoking entirely for myself and my kids.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lose weight&lt;br /&gt;3. Become more physically fit.&lt;br /&gt;4. Expose my kids to experiences in life.&lt;br /&gt;5. More random acts of kindness.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;       Those of you that really know me,&lt;br /&gt;       already know, I am very big hearted.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finally find a smokin hot rich super model who's into&lt;br /&gt;     chubby guys.   I know I have my work cut out for this one..LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-3487052195518312724?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/3487052195518312724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=3487052195518312724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3487052195518312724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3487052195518312724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-365313580498282753</id><published>2009-01-03T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:33:59.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Story I saw...</title><content type='html'>Read a little news story that caught my eye.  Twin baby's that have different Birthdays.  In Michigan, the baby's were born 26 minutes apart. Thereby giving them different birth months, days, and years.  I would how long it will take them to start the arguing about "I'm a year older than you."  When will stat planning to live a life as both, to get two birthday parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-365313580498282753?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/365313580498282753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=365313580498282753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/365313580498282753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/365313580498282753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/news-story-i-saw.html' title='News Story I saw...'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-2184886301636732821</id><published>2009-01-01T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:00:27.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 in review</title><content type='html'>Well 2008 has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; to say the least.  I have had many things happen over the past year.  The biggest would be deciding to get divorced and being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thrusted&lt;/span&gt; into single parenthood.  This resulted in many disparaging moments.  It has also created many great moments.  I have a new found freedom.  I don't mean that I was repressed or tied down.  My decision making needs have changed.  It tested my fortitude. I think it also brought out some of the best in me.  It has also made me question myself.  It has made me seek advice and help from friends and family.  Which I appreciate greatly, even when I sound frustrated.  I have reconnected and met a few more friends whom I have come to love dearly.  A couple of them stepped up and really helped me through a couple troubling moments.  In all I have have some GREAT moments in a troubling year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids have grown so much over the past year also.  My son is becoming his own keeper more and more everyday.  It's cool to watch him develop as a person.  I find my self missing the moments when I was the center of his universe.  He played baseball this year and loved it.  It was fun watching him the other kids play.  He's made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of friends.  He's started 1st grade and is learning at a good rate.  He also tirelessly asks questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl. All I can say is wow.  She has grown so much this year.  It literally feels like a snap of the finger and she was just a babe.  I can't believe how literal she has become.  She can keep a conversation going better than some adults I know.  She just a spitfire.  Her love of cars thrills me, but I have tried to balance that with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; things also.  It is a funny sight to see me brushing her hair and painting nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought a dog this year.  His name is Bristol and he's a German Short Hair. The kids have grown to love him.  I think the dog loves them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; his ears and tail has been pulled.  Among countless other things.  He takes it comes back for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-2184886301636732821?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/2184886301636732821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=2184886301636732821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/2184886301636732821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/2184886301636732821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-in-review.html' title='2008 in review'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-8964465486891785962</id><published>2008-12-30T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:29:58.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open letter to Guy Laroche</title><content type='html'>Dear Guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this letter to comment about a product of yours.  I was not happy with the effectiveness of your product &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drakkar&lt;/span&gt;.  Back in the day it was always referred to as&lt;br /&gt;"Sure @#$%". Well on this particular night it brought mixed results.  One woman said "oh you smell good."  Now granted I wasn't expecting a phone number or anything, but I did get the proper reaction.  Now for the drop of the other shoe.  The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; woman said "you smell good,  smells like Bounce."  Now this wasn't a knuckle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dragging&lt;/span&gt; trailer queen, but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reasonably&lt;/span&gt; sophisticated woman. (Can't hold straight face).   Now if Bounce is equal to the scent of your product &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Drakkar&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess the next time that I get ready to go out on the town, I will have to change products.  Instead of a few spritzes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Drakkar&lt;/span&gt;,  I will be rolling around in the contents of a carton of Bounce dryer sheets, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; the desired effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-8964465486891785962?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/8964465486891785962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=8964465486891785962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8964465486891785962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8964465486891785962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/12/open-letter-to-guy-laroche.html' title='Open letter to Guy Laroche'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-3860092969890815245</id><published>2008-12-29T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:33:20.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a HERO Sunday!</title><content type='html'>I was actually a hero to my kids Sunday.  Why, you ask?  After a long day of running around on Friday, to find sleds for the kids.  I had to send them off to mom's empty handed.  Decided one last try and EUREKA, I found some at a sporting goods store.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; kids came home Sunday afternoon and came into the house and said  "alright dad,  you found sleds.  Can we watch TV?"  Well I guess I'll just have to accept my 15 seconds of fame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-3860092969890815245?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/3860092969890815245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=3860092969890815245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3860092969890815245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3860092969890815245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-hero-sunday.html' title='I was a HERO Sunday!'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-8506602507019442328</id><published>2008-12-29T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:23:03.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A frigid walk...</title><content type='html'>Saturday night was a fun night.  Met up with an old friend.  Had some drinks watch a good band and met some new people.  Was a good night in all.  We all left the bar and I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shanghaied&lt;/span&gt; into a truck cause I was drinking, was sober but why argue.  Just friends looking out for each other.  In an odd change in events we ended up walking back to the bar to retrieve my truck. (Now that was a first walking back to the bar).  It was hilarious.  The cold wasn't that bad. It was the damned icy side walks.  It was nothing to keep my self upright but a woman in heels too.  Now that was a challenge.  We almost didn't make it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  It was an oddly good walk. Chatting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; of the past and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;.  The goofy things our kids did.  It's funny how you find joy in the strangest of places.  Dark, chilly, suburban street.  Huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-8506602507019442328?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/8506602507019442328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=8506602507019442328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8506602507019442328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8506602507019442328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/12/frigid-walk.html' title='A frigid walk...'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-8846282539559245667</id><published>2008-12-28T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:06:57.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah crap I have been inspired...</title><content type='html'>Ah crap I have been inspired yet again.  After a night on the town I have badgered but more inspired again to try and quit smoking.  I gotta kick this damn habit.  But I like it so much.  I figure my plan of attack will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I have a craving for a cigarette I'll hit myself over the head with a cinder block.  Therefore rendering myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope work will understand my sudden drop in productivity.  The other inspiration is to get back on the workout schedule again.  Bike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bowflex&lt;/span&gt; here I come.  Gotta go to bed earlier though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-8846282539559245667?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/8846282539559245667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=8846282539559245667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8846282539559245667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8846282539559245667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah-crap-i-have-been-inspired.html' title='Ah crap I have been inspired...'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-4820441034889654061</id><published>2008-12-28T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:37:37.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Christmas after split...</title><content type='html'>Well we made it through the Christmas time and everyone survived.  It was a bit odd though, this year not having that special someone being around. The house had that certain emptiness.  All are our friends are special, but you get the hint.  The kids had fun and that's what counts.  Although they did a little better in the haul on mom's side, but she always has made Christmas special for them, and goes a little overboard.  I'm sure she'll always continue that.   On dad's side they did OK too. lol.  I have always been kind of a cheap ass, but to me it's been more quality than quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was kind of tough for the kids to get myself and my ex gifts.  I didn't want her to spend her money on me and I didn't want to spend much on her.  So we came to an agreement.  We let spend 10 bucks at the dollar store for each of us.  (Ex brother in law came up with the idea).  It was pretty funny seeing the stuff they picked out.  With a little guidance from both of us, they did a good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part of picking the gifts my daughter did an awesome job with practicality.  It was kind of amazing how at 3 she can already remember things that mom and dad both like.  Like remembering mom needs chip clips and likes candles.  For dad she remembered I love cashew nuts and my favorite chocolate covered cherries.  My son on the other hand took a little more coaxing.  He had to learn that deodorant and room fresheners were not that great of an idea.  I told him if he gets a woman deodorant she might think that you think she stinks.  He thought yeah that might not be a good idea. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all it was a better than expected Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-4820441034889654061?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/4820441034889654061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=4820441034889654061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4820441034889654061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4820441034889654061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-christmas-after-split.html' title='First Christmas after split...'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-5193235419636196281</id><published>2008-12-28T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:23:44.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence of children</title><content type='html'>Kids are awesome with the things they perceive and say.  Their expression to make someone feel better is really cool also.  I had a coworker pass away recently (about a month ago).  I was just kind of reflecting on the past.  My daughter comes walking down the hallway from her bedroom and says, "Daddy I hope your friend feels better." Somewhat puzzled, I couldn't think of who was sick that she would know.  I asked, "Which friend, Peanut?" Her response, "The one that died!"  I laugh inside and said, "Thank you, I'm sure he does."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-5193235419636196281?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/5193235419636196281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=5193235419636196281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/5193235419636196281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/5193235419636196281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/12/innocence-of-children.html' title='Innocence of children'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6431782724438284031</id><published>2008-11-24T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:21:54.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thought today</title><content type='html'>Was doing something in the kitchen,  when I heard the boy say "Dude don't touch that."  Thought to myself &lt;em&gt;should I be worried about that comment.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hhhhhmmmm&lt;/span&gt; better check the kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6431782724438284031?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6431782724438284031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6431782724438284031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6431782724438284031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6431782724438284031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-thought-today.html' title='My thought today'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-4745497795101832234</id><published>2008-11-06T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:02:47.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election time has come and gone.</title><content type='html'>The elections are finally over.  I am so happy about this.  The last bit of finality will be the Coleman and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Franken&lt;/span&gt; race.  I actually heard a radio personality say "Why is Norm Coleman trying to steal the election?"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; how can he steal it,  he won it, but still seems fishy how lead of over 1000 has dwindled to just under 400 in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see my guy didn't win.  In all honesty it was an up hill battle from the start.  I think the Republicans are going to have to do some serious soul searching.  They have lost touch with the core beliefs of conservatism.  I myself included.  Might motivate me to become more politically active.  The only positive thing I saw on the McCain/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; ticket was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;.  I think she exhibited true conservative beliefs.  I did think it was pretty funny how quickly she left the stage after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;concession&lt;/span&gt; speech.  Look like there may have been a bit of a wall put up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; them.  My opinion she was being held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Barack Obama.  I am proud of the fact a black man can be elected to the most powerful position in the world.  I will admit I would have never voted for him.  But it was due to his promises that are going to be very tough for him to fufill.  I think will be his demise.  I am frigthen by a quote of young woman saying "I don't have to worry about my mortgage, and I don't have to worry about putting gas in my car."  I just wonder how much she thinks she gonna get.  At best his redistribution would be $500.  That ain't much.  I also hope he is more of a centerist then he looks.  His past political record does not look good for smallbusiness and markets have not responded well.  Since he was elected two days after the Dow Jones has dropped 900+ points largest post election drop ever.  The markets a generally a 6 to 9 month indicater to future economic changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is all about change what exactly no one knows.  But I hope it is enough to motivate this countryto become greater than ever.  I wish him and our country luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-4745497795101832234?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/4745497795101832234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=4745497795101832234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4745497795101832234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4745497795101832234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-time-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Election time has come and gone.'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-3816142150107871821</id><published>2008-11-02T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:43:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Young and Politics</title><content type='html'>I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; evening.  I was discussing politics with a 14 year old girl.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; to get her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; on the Presidential race.  Me being a conservative,  I was having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;issues&lt;/span&gt; with who she would vote for if she could vote.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  But none the less this is a America and everyone is entitled to the opinion.  (No matter how wrong it maybe.  kidding).  She was writing her paper on,  Why she thought Barack Obama would win the election.  She gave me pretty standard answers.  Unfortunately not very substantial,  but I also don't know how much she elaborated in her paper.  I would have loved to help her with it.  I think there are more underlying reasons why people would vote for him. So it got me thinking why would people vote for Obama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands for change.  (of what no one really knows)&lt;br /&gt;He's black.  (some people actually think it's trendy to vote for him)&lt;br /&gt;He'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spread&lt;/span&gt; the wealth (even though it's gonna cost us all to pay for his programs)&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna stick it to the rich (unfortunately the rich are the one's that provide a majority of jobs)&lt;br /&gt;A vote for McCain is a vote for Bush. (Even though McCain and Bush have never seen eye to eye and McCain has gone against Bush in most instances.)&lt;br /&gt;Reminds baby boomers of Kennedy.  (although Kennedy would have been a right wing radical compared to Obama)&lt;br /&gt;You'll get a tax cut.  (if you make under 300k oops wait 250k &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; no 200k no that's not good enough 120k that might do it.  Under 30k and no tax burden you'll get all your money back and hen some of your neighbors)&lt;br /&gt;Government &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; (can you say rationing and they can't even keep Social Security &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;solvent&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well happy voting.  Even if your not voting for my guy and gal just remember to get out and vote.  It is your God given right.  Then you have full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; to bitch if your guy doesn't win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-3816142150107871821?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/3816142150107871821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=3816142150107871821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3816142150107871821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3816142150107871821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/11/young-and-politics.html' title='The Young and Politics'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6974670930259077329</id><published>2008-10-28T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:38:41.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norm's teeth</title><content type='html'>Is it me or Does Norm Coleman's teeth look too white and too false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Norm,  Jim Carey wants his teeth back The Mask movie is making a come back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6974670930259077329?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6974670930259077329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6974670930259077329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6974670930259077329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6974670930259077329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/10/norms-teeth.html' title='Norm&apos;s teeth'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-4280625821953515549</id><published>2008-10-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:24:13.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections</title><content type='html'>OK enough already.....&lt;br /&gt;I can't take these elections anymore.  But we do have to have them.  My opinion on this years races is..........  EVERYONE SUCKS!!!!!!!   I am a moderate Republican who isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; be that much longer.  The true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Conservatives&lt;/span&gt; are no longer representing my party's doctrine.  But what the hell is with the lemmings getting ready to jump off the cliff with Obama..  Can't they realize he is a socialist borderline Marxist.  At this point I wish Hilliary was running.  I don't know  I just feel like we should broom them all.  Vote anyone but incumbent and if you have been elected before and lost the next time,get in the back of the bus.  You had your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite thing id the Democrats saying elect me so we can end the gridlock.  Gridlock is good for government.  They don't have much of a chance to screw things up even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they should just come right out and say........   Elect me and while your at it just hand me wallet.......It'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; trust me........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-4280625821953515549?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/4280625821953515549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=4280625821953515549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4280625821953515549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4280625821953515549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/10/elections.html' title='Elections'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-2883622014530058476</id><published>2008-10-12T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:09:26.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lonely day</title><content type='html'>Boy the day has kind of sucked just can't get motivated.  Did some stuff with the kids.  I think they're bored with dad today.  Since the break up,  this has been the day that I have actually felt alone.  Devoid of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;companionship&lt;/span&gt; that I have had in the past.  I guess I am just missing the "adult conversation."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-2883622014530058476?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/2883622014530058476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=2883622014530058476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/2883622014530058476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/2883622014530058476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/10/lonely-day.html' title='A lonely day'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-3221616318203368583</id><published>2008-10-12T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:57:12.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy is 6</title><content type='html'>My boy turned six on Friday it just seemed like yesterday that I could hold him in one arm.  Now  if I tried that he would probably break the one arm.  He got to have some friends over for a little party.  Decided to go small the past few years, just can't justify the a big party anymore.  Got to catch up with a few former in laws too.  Was a great day then went to WI for some afternoon drag racing.  Was pretty cool haven't been to that track before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Plus got to get to know a new friend a little better.  This collage kid who I met this summer with my car friends.  The kids 18 feels kind of funny cause in a way I am old enough to be his dad.  LOL.  I feel like I'm getting old.  But he likes to learn the old school stuff with cars.  We both learned some new things to from an old racer.  Made for a great day in all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-3221616318203368583?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/3221616318203368583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=3221616318203368583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3221616318203368583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3221616318203368583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/10/boy-is-6.html' title='The Boy is 6'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-4753165333187602164</id><published>2008-10-12T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:40:47.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends or thought to have been?</title><content type='html'>A little while ago a former friend of mine called me out on some unimportant issues.  I couldn't understand it.  WTF.  And imagine this it was all over some internert postings from a forum that I am on. Pretty much took him to task in a 15 minute heated discussion.  When I had him cornered,  all of a sudden I have to go I have another call and he hung up on me.  Come to  find out this same person had it out with a few other mutual friends also. Apperently he is having issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-4753165333187602164?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/4753165333187602164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=4753165333187602164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4753165333187602164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4753165333187602164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends-or-thought-to-have-been.html' title='Friends or thought to have been?'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-8852954455155084114</id><published>2008-09-17T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:11:28.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women in Politics?</title><content type='html'>First off what the hell is the problem with women in politics.  I personally don't have any problems with it if the person is qualified.  Oh yeah and when has Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; been running for President.  I had a confrontation with family this weekend.  (Imagine that me and confrontation)&lt;br /&gt;I have a family member who has a son with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Down's&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome.  Her excuse was "I know what they went through how is she gonna raise her kids."  My response is family will help.  I have an aunt that moved closer and helps them greatly.  Why is there such a double standard.  I get a similar double standard when some women find out I am raising my kids as a single parent.  That's all I can take for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-8852954455155084114?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/8852954455155084114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=8852954455155084114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8852954455155084114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8852954455155084114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/09/women-in-politics.html' title='Women in Politics?'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6528752187235077696</id><published>2008-09-10T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:49:45.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Per Kathy's Request</title><content type='html'>The sexually item was a box of Tampax Tampons.  The box has an image of a Pearl necklace on it.  My question was "Do all women want a pearl necklace?"  Her response of course women want the necklace but don't want to put up the hoohaa.  They do?  Then said think about the other pearl necklace.  Got the big OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH.  No all women do not want that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6528752187235077696?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6528752187235077696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6528752187235077696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6528752187235077696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6528752187235077696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/09/per-kathys-request.html' title='Per Kathy&apos;s Request'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-491955599285369771</id><published>2008-09-07T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:08:34.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd look at things in the grocery store</title><content type='html'>Today&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I had to do the chore I really don't care for.  Grocery shopping.  Not meeting any women there so still don't like.  But today took an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; twist.  Have any of you actually took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; look at the items on the shelf.  First on the list  Digestive Health &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raisin&lt;/span&gt; Bran.  I never knew the regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raisin&lt;/span&gt; Bran wasn't good for you.  I thought bran was pretty much for digestive health.  Apparently not.  I case you were wondering the difference.  All I could see is 1 extra gram of soluble fiber.  So is it possible it also tastes a little more like card board?   The next item &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;multi grain&lt;/span&gt; cheese puffs.  What is wrong with the people.  To quote a friend "people eating healthy and really concerned about, probably wouldn't be going down that isle anyways."  The last thing was a non assuming bag of Gold Fish crackers the flavor is what caught my eye.  Explosive pizza flavor.  I'm sorry but the word explosive should never be used with food. Please refer to the first item.  The actually last item carried too many sexual overtones to be mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-491955599285369771?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/491955599285369771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=491955599285369771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/491955599285369771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/491955599285369771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/09/odd-look-at-things-in-grocery-store.html' title='Odd look at things in the grocery store'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-4154295997308611683</id><published>2008-09-06T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:49:36.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiet night at home.</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a long time since I have actually stayed home on a Saturday night with no kids.  Had some plans but cancelled them and went out for a while.  Been kind of moping around the house tonight bored.  Kind of odd without the chaos of the children being around.  On a normal no kids weekend I'm usually out till all hours with me car buddies causing hate and discontent on the roadways.  On the flip side of the coin, it has been kind of a nice quiet evening with me and the dog.  Just watching the Texas football game.  But there is that part of me that can't wait till the kids come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-4154295997308611683?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/4154295997308611683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=4154295997308611683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4154295997308611683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4154295997308611683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiet-night-at-home.html' title='A quiet night at home.'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-4577074290931360752</id><published>2008-09-02T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:34:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's school time again</title><content type='html'>It was great this morning. My boy went back to school today.  He was so excited he actually got up early, even before me.  Had to tell him he had 3 hours before the bus came. He also got to feel like one of the big kids and not a kindergartner.  His daycare lady and myself were coaching him for a week to make sure one of the kids at his daycare got off the bus at the right stop.  He had a great day got to see friends and was psyched to be back at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-4577074290931360752?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/4577074290931360752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=4577074290931360752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4577074290931360752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4577074290931360752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-school-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s school time again'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-4617266645723216083</id><published>2008-09-02T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:28:53.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protests</title><content type='html'>What the hell is wrong with you people.  Love how a peaceful protest turns into mayhem and window breaking.  You all deserve what you get.  And who said it was ever a good idea to argue with a guy that is wearing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; of a goalie suit carrying a big stick a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tazer&lt;/span&gt; and the industrial size can of pepper spray or is it whoop ass.  I don't know I guess it depends on which side of the street your on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-4617266645723216083?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/4617266645723216083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=4617266645723216083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4617266645723216083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/4617266645723216083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/09/protests.html' title='Protests'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6897771507008464329</id><published>2008-09-02T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:24:20.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Well it's day 9 and no smokes.  The commits are doing there job.  Just use them when the craving gets to be a little too much.  I'm still goin strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6897771507008464329?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6897771507008464329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6897771507008464329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6897771507008464329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6897771507008464329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-9155500730608863052</id><published>2008-08-30T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:15:16.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies I would like to have your help.</title><content type='html'>What is a good cologne these days.  Need some suggestions for a new scent.  I an open to all suggestions.  just want some variety.  So does cologne put the finishing touches on how a man looks and to make a good first impression?  Give me some suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-9155500730608863052?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/9155500730608863052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=9155500730608863052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/9155500730608863052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/9155500730608863052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/ladies-i-would-like-to-have-your-help.html' title='Ladies I would like to have your help.'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6806558583596363681</id><published>2008-08-26T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:05:29.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is corperate America making us commies?</title><content type='html'>The trend of the past few years is to use the catch word "team" i.e. team leader,  team work,  team building exercises.  Why is this.  I thought free market was to reward individuals to "think outside the box."  Now if you have a problem we need to assembly a "team of..."  I could see if you want to get a new set of eyes to look at something.  When you have say 10 people working on a project eventually they all begin to see the same thing and can't figure out the problem.  This to me just feels like we are all being groomed to not have an individual thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come all and become part of the collective.  I say break out of those chains and young ones think for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6806558583596363681?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6806558583596363681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6806558583596363681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6806558583596363681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6806558583596363681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-corperate-america-making-us-commies.html' title='Is corperate America making us commies?'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6215753964666197777</id><published>2008-08-25T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:59:42.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I becoming Gay?</title><content type='html'>To begin with I really don't care if you are or not.  That  said back to the lighter side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself tonight asking the little urchins which candles should light the spicy,  vinalla, fruity or the one that smells like cookies.  I think the estrogen was taking over for a moment come on testosterone battle back.  So I grabbed my crotch and hocked luggy.  I think I'll be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry they smell so good.  Back inside you damn woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6215753964666197777?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6215753964666197777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6215753964666197777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6215753964666197777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6215753964666197777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-i-becoming-gay.html' title='Am I becoming Gay?'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-1866979353015548560</id><published>2008-08-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:52:50.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids notice all.</title><content type='html'>It was pretty cool Sunday.  I am currently trying to get off the cigs aaaggaaiinnn.  Trying the Commit Lozengers.  We were at the races when one of my kids realized I haven't had a cigarette since they got home.  The child then said  "Good job Dad you haven't smoked all day."  That was the best encouragement I have ever had.  Well I made it through today.  Had a couple habit moments when I reached for them, but they weren't there.  Boy I love my kids and how they can pick you up in an instant.  And more than they will ever understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-1866979353015548560?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/1866979353015548560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=1866979353015548560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/1866979353015548560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/1866979353015548560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-notice-all.html' title='Kids notice all.'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6698711264929998866</id><published>2008-08-24T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:01:42.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rant of the Day</title><content type='html'>What the hell happened to common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courtesy. People are so damn self centered today it makes me want to puke. Like neighbors who don't know each other and have lived right next door for years. I know most of my immediate neighbors. But I also recognize people in from my neighborhood and wave when driving by or if they're driving by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Down to the nuts and bolts. I was grocery shopping this morning and kept running into that family that just won't get out of the way. They also go just quick enough so you run into them in the next isle. So here the three of them have the isle all blocked. Wouldn't move while people we're wanting to get by. Mom finally pulls the head and gets out of the way. Chubby teenage daughter with hip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;huggers&lt;/span&gt; on that are about 3 sizes too small (what the hell is that all about, save another day) standing there and won't move either while looking for something. Yes, I did make a comment to her. Which of course she didn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Head around the corner and there's Mom heading straight at me. I'm thinking rules of the road bitch. She was on my side dammit. So i did the head fake, acted as if I was gonna move and got back in the way and acted as if I was looking for something. (Cue Good,bad and the ugly theme) It looks as if we had a Mexican stand off here. So I stood there and stared at her. Quote from movie &lt;em&gt;Cool Hand Luke&lt;/em&gt; popped into my head. "What we got here is a failure to communicate!" I had to mention rules of the road lady. I also said her and her family were very rude and disrespectful of others around them. And yes she had the look on her face that she honestly she was better than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6698711264929998866?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6698711264929998866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6698711264929998866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6698711264929998866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6698711264929998866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-rant-of-day.html' title='My Rant of the Day'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-2976110072838996279</id><published>2008-08-24T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:29:45.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Dream as if you'll live forever,  live as if you'll die today"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                       &lt;/em&gt;James Dean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-2976110072838996279?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/2976110072838996279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=2976110072838996279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/2976110072838996279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/2976110072838996279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/ironic-quote.html' title='Ironic Quote'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-8602260159295235084</id><published>2008-08-24T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:31:26.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Items to do</title><content type='html'>Why is it projects that like to do get done in an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;I worked on my old Mustang yesterday put in new front springs and fixed my starter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;issues&lt;/span&gt;. That only took maybe two hours.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend cleaning up after kids.  They're gone for the weekend.  Actually putting there toys where they belong.  Started Saturday morning and I'm still not done.  It's like the toys magical appear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-8602260159295235084?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/8602260159295235084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=8602260159295235084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8602260159295235084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/8602260159295235084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/items-to-do.html' title='Items to do'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6191625986670639112</id><published>2008-08-23T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:11:36.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating....</title><content type='html'>Dating where do&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I  start.... &lt;br /&gt;I jumped back into this pool.  Now what is it wrong I want to try all 31 flavors? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the question came up Player or Slut?  I don't think I can make it as a player as to being way too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinionated.  Guess I'll have to settle with option 2. lol.  I&lt;/span&gt; guess you have to define what your looking for. &lt;br /&gt;Me, I haven't got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; clue.  And when is enough-enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta quit thinking about this.  Getting to deep and now getting a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6191625986670639112?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6191625986670639112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6191625986670639112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6191625986670639112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6191625986670639112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/dating.html' title='Dating....'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-5200787955308737216</id><published>2008-08-22T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:16:00.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Zodiac year</title><content type='html'>Just realized the zodiac year is the Rooster.  I usually don't pay attention to those things but it caught my eye.  That explains why have been feeling cocky all year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-5200787955308737216?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/5200787955308737216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=5200787955308737216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/5200787955308737216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/5200787955308737216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-zodiac-year.html' title='My Zodiac year'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-6730416692181678778</id><published>2008-08-21T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:04:05.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to Gooseberry Falls with the partner in crime.</title><content type='html'>Went to Goose Berry Falls with a past roommate who has become a dear friend to me over the years.  With a little coaxing she got me to go.  We had a lot of fun.  Clean fun you sick bastards.  The kids were awesome only fought with their siblings.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute highlight of the weekend.  Kathy and I sitting by the fire at about 11pm kids sleeping.  flashlight turns on.  OH F*@#, A SKUNK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-6730416692181678778?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/6730416692181678778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=6730416692181678778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6730416692181678778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/6730416692181678778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-to-gooseberry-falls-with-partner.html' title='Went to Gooseberry Falls with the partner in crime.'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167288516206569915.post-3630715461694015751</id><published>2008-08-21T20:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:56:51.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the beginning of the end!</title><content type='html'>Yep look out world the plagues are coming, pigs are flying and gas prices are coming down (ok for today).  Well I proved myself wrong yet again.  I always said I would never blog.  Damn here I go.  It's all because of some kazoofus brod.  I still haven't learned to stop saying never.  Basically,  I decided to do this to air my dirty laundry.  Wrong, no drama.  Just decided to get my obscure thoughts out there.  Where ever there is.  Hope enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167288516206569915-3630715461694015751?l=shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/feeds/3630715461694015751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4167288516206569915&amp;postID=3630715461694015751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3630715461694015751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167288516206569915/posts/default/3630715461694015751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowthoughtsofpauly.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-beginning-of-end.html' title='It&apos;s the beginning of the end!'/><author><name>Pauly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202969291911094062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-c2l-PA6o48/SK4965-8McI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0N2MXP0jYDo/S220/IMG_0151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
