<?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-7200672267648809891</id><updated>2012-02-01T17:10:29.953-08:00</updated><category term='hubpages'/><category term='clean floors'/><category term='mop'/><category term='cbs'/><category term='online writing'/><category term='BB10'/><category term='broken arm'/><category term='Magic Eraser'/><category term='review'/><category term='earn money online'/><category term='housecleaning'/><category term='writing'/><category term='bbad'/><category term='flylady'/><category term='big brother 10'/><category term='Mr. Clean'/><category term='big brother'/><title type='text'>Dineane's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>personal ramblings of a general interest feature writer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-518231068853688366</id><published>2011-10-25T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:18:18.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about Last Minute Excitement!</title><content type='html'>From the &lt;a href="http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/10/plymouth-to-go-hog-wild-with-ribs-on.html"&gt;Ribs on the Roanoke&lt;/a&gt; planners, just minutes ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BREAKING NEWS ALERT!!!!!!!! just added to this years event will be an appearance from Lizard Lick Towing's Bobby Brantley, his wife Anita and Big Juicy. Be sure to drop by their tent for pictures autographs and t-shirts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to see my &lt;a href="http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/10/plymouth-to-go-hog-wild-with-ribs-on.html"&gt;last post &lt;/a&gt;for more info about the event!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-518231068853688366?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/518231068853688366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=518231068853688366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/518231068853688366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/518231068853688366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/10/talk-about-last-minute-excitement.html' title='Talk about Last Minute Excitement!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-1602852615469356584</id><published>2011-10-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:07:32.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plymouth to Go Hog Wild with Ribs on the Roanoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;{I've been a bad blogger again...and this really doesn't count for "catching up" but since I've been working on this press release, I thought I might as well post it here as a starting point for getting the word out. At least it follows nicely my last post about things to do around here!}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribs on the Roanoke will feature a Car Show, live music, a horse shoe tournament, costume contest, and various other activities Saturday, October 29 in historic downtown Plymouth. The event is hosted by the Plymouth Downtown Development Association and sponsored by Tyson Automotive, The Soundside Group, and Feyer Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribs, bar-b-que, and combination plates will start selling at 11 a.m. “We are planning 150 rib plates,” explained DDA President Cheryl Byrum, and she emphasized “It’s first come, first served as long as they last.” Hot dogs will also be available from Plymouth Cub Scouts, and starting early, the Blue &amp; Gold Stompers Relay for Life will sell baked goods and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration for the Car Show starts at 8 a.m. First and second place trophies will be awarded in over 50 classes, as will specialty awards for Best Paint, Best Engine, Best Interior, Mayor’s Choice, Longest Distance, Best in Show, and Most Club Participation. The first 50 registered receive dash plaques and the first 25 t-shirts. In addition to door prizes, $350 worth of gas will be raffled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live music begins at 9 a.m. with “Whoever Shows Up,” a local bluegrass-style, gospel band that performs in area nursing homes, rehab centers, churches and for the occasional birthday party. “Moonshine”, a band from the Bertie Hertford county area that plays country, southern rock, rock and “anything that will keep you on your feet” will perform from 10 a.m. until noon. “One Man Blues Band” featuring Eddie Lilley of Farm Life is scheduled from noon until 2. Eddie says, “Blues just keeps me grounded,” but he also enjoys playing Rock, Country, Bluegrass, R&amp;B and Soul.  Elvis-lover Dick Feyer of Roper will round out the musical entertainment from 2-3 p.m.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The festivities will feature a horse shoe tournament. Warm up and registration is scheduled for noon with the tournament starting at 1 pm. Prizes include gift certificates from Mama’s Pizza and Rack ‘em Billiards, and there is no entry fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other activities planned include a demonstration from Plymouth’s Fire Department, a costume contest, the Askew Farms “cow train”, a children’s bouncy house, and arts and crafts vendors. Winners will be announced for a coloring contest underway in the Washington County elementary schools of the “Go Hog Wild with Ribs on the Roanoke” logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-registration for the car show is $15 or participants can register the day of the show for $20. For more information about the car show, contact Shane Tyson at 252-217-4759. Vendor applications are still being accepted. Contact Pat Sawyer at 252-202-5492 for vendor information. For all other questions, contact Cheryl Byrum at 252-945-5504.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-1602852615469356584?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/1602852615469356584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=1602852615469356584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1602852615469356584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1602852615469356584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/10/plymouth-to-go-hog-wild-with-ribs-on.html' title='Plymouth to Go Hog Wild with Ribs on the Roanoke'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-2702886596417239200</id><published>2011-04-21T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:23:15.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is there to do 'round here?</title><content type='html'>Since we moved to Plymouth, NC a little over a year ago, I've been whining - just like I did in high school - that there's nothing to do 'round here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to admit, I've just been lazy. Eastern NC is rich in historical attractions, outdoor activities, and adventure opportunities. I realized it was time for some of the spring activities to kick into gear - things we attended last year like &lt;a href="http://mackeysmarina.com/"&gt;Mackeys CrabBash&lt;/a&gt;,  the &lt;a href="http://www.livinghistoryweekend.com/intro.htm"&gt;Civil War Reinactment&lt;/a&gt;, and various outdoor music events in downtown Plymouth. I started looking online for scheduling details and stumbled upon the new website for the &lt;a href="http://www.chamberofwashingtoncounty.com/default.aspx"&gt;Washington County Chamber of Commerce&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we moved to Plymouth, I took advantage of various networking groups. Meetup.com was a great tool for finding all kinds of groups, from business networking to bowling to book clubs. I've browsed meetup since we've been "back home," but there are just a handful of Greenville groups that remotely interest me, and I'm looking for actvities closer to Plymouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't think about the Chamber earlier, but just as I checked out the membership application and made up my mind to join, I noticed an event on the calender - "Hospitality Training". The description read, "Be a tourist for a day in your home county. Learn about hospitality and how it affects your business and your area."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've been saying for ages that I'm going to start writing more travel articles focused on eastern NC, so how perfect was this? And it was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hustled to the chamber office to turn in my membership application, pay the dues, and to register for the training. Jennifer Arnold, Director, explained that the morning would include classroom-type sessions, and the afternoon would consist of visits to the downtown museums (how many small towns have THREE museums on a beautiful downtown waterfront?), a boat tour on the Roanoke River, and an optional airplane tour. Did I mention this was free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event is co-sponsored by the Chamber, the &lt;a href="http://washington.ces.ncsu.edu/"&gt;Washinton County NC Cooperative Extension&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gowildnc.org/ "&gt;Washington County Travel &amp; Tourism&lt;/a&gt;, and the Plymouth Downtown Development Assocation (search "Plymouth DDA" on facebook). Washington County Extension Director Rebecca Liverman and Hyde County Extension director Mac Gibbs co-hosted the morning sessions with a mission to "Foster economic development by improving customer service, enhancing North Carolina Pride and strengthing communities." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't surprised to learn that NC is the 6th most visited state of the US. I was surprised, however, to learn that toursim in Washington County generated $12.01 million in 2009. Thanks to our struggling economy in general, this number was actually down by almost 10% from 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the morning training sessions and lunch, Jennifer escorted us to the downtown Plymouth museums. We started at the Maritime Museum, and then crossed the street to climb to the top of the Roanoke River Lighthouse. Next stop was God's Creation Wildlife Museum, and we finished up at the Port O'Plymouth Museum. Jennifer gave us a nice introduction to each museum but left plenty for us to explore on our own at a later date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we enjoyed a boat ride provided by Tom Harrison, Director of Washington County Travel &amp; Tourism. Not only was our tour guide informative, he turned out to be a hero. Our tour was interrupted when the boat's motor sputtered to a stop. With the wind fortunately in the right direction, Tom guided us gently back to the dock. While the tour might have been shortened a bit, we finished the day with a little excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the wind, it turned out to be a bit too rough for our plane ride, but the day was a success. We finished up with ice cream at Norm's and shared suggestions with Rebecca for the next event. I'm still shaking my head that this training experience is available, right here in Plymouth, and at no charge! The event that I attended was the second hosted, and at least two more are planned. I hope more local businesses take advantage of this valuable resource. As for me, I have confirmed a long list of writing topics about something to do 'round here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-2702886596417239200?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/2702886596417239200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=2702886596417239200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2702886596417239200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2702886596417239200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is-there-to-do-round-here.html' title='What is there to do &apos;round here?'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-7967521168372200258</id><published>2011-04-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:00:14.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Behind, Catching Up</title><content type='html'>This will be one of those short, or maybe not short but rambling and disconnected, blog entries. I function in bursts of effeciency and productivity, especially when it comes to writing. Before I get too far behind on the blog, I decided to just write &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finally finish and publish the hub about &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/Learning-to-Play-a-Musical-Instrument-as-an-Adult"&gt;learning to play a musical instrument as an adult&lt;/a&gt;. It's the first hub I've published in nearly two years. It's also a bit more labor intensive than what I like to publish on hubpages, but I wanted to write it, and that is the beauty of writing for hubpages--I write whatever I want to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a couple of major milestones in the Whitaker home this week - Ken turned 45 Tuesday and we 'celebrated' nine years of holy matrimony Wednesday. I thought having our anniversary the day after Ken's birthday would help us both remember it, and I guess it does, but we didn't really do anything special either day. I guess we are both just appreciating "normal" more these days, although I'm afraid we are probably getting a bit boring! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to challenge myself to do something interesting and write about it....soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-7967521168372200258?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/7967521168372200258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=7967521168372200258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7967521168372200258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7967521168372200258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/04/falling-behind-catching-up.html' title='Falling Behind, Catching Up'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-7762302439495248985</id><published>2011-04-02T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:50:19.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the Garden Going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XryfasMOPj4/TZeUo5edD5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/akkNp4ydt5U/s1600/asparagus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XryfasMOPj4/TZeUo5edD5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/akkNp4ydt5U/s320/asparagus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591100892747992978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my exercise today, that's for sure! I had help loading the 9 bags of dirt into the truck, but I unloaded myself. And dug and shoveled and pulled weeds. I moved all of the mulch and weed paper from last year's tomato/herb/cucumber bed to the front "flower bed".  Over two hours of cardio and strength training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted the asparagus a couple of weeks ago but did little more than churn up the very center of each bed and add a little manure. Today I have both the back asparagus bed and the "general purpose" bed ready for more planting. I put a few seeds out - carrots, radishes, cucumbers and lettuce. It might be too early, or maybe I should have started all of them inside. Whatever. I'm going with my gut. If everything dies, I'll know better next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get one more bed established, but my dear sister is too busy with her own planting and settling in to her new home to get over here and help me. It's okay - I will figure out where to add some tomato plants, at the very least. Last years tomato crop was awesome, and I'm looking forward to a few additions this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpQ5xM4RsNo/TZeURlla4wI/AAAAAAAAAFk/r9DH8hjm9RI/s1600/originalmultipurposeplot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpQ5xM4RsNo/TZeURlla4wI/AAAAAAAAAFk/r9DH8hjm9RI/s320/originalmultipurposeplot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591100492271510274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green stuff in this photo are my herbs that survived from last year - left to right, rosemary, sage, parsley, thyme, catnip and more rosemary. I had mint in the front flower bed last year, but it didn't make it. The veggies I planted there didn't do well either. I am giving up on that bed - I'll just spread some more mulch and let the few daffodils and tulips left by the previous residents do their thing. I figure if I can't grow mint in that spot, then I can't grow anything there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I almost forgot! Just as I was finishing the last little corner of weeding, I found a snake! (Shhhhh, don't tell Julia, or she might not come help me next week!) It was just a tiny little brown snake. I raked him into the shovel and moved him out of the way. Thank goodness it wasn't a big spider - my gardening days might have been over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-7762302439495248985?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/7762302439495248985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=7762302439495248985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7762302439495248985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7762302439495248985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-garden-going.html' title='Getting the Garden Going'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XryfasMOPj4/TZeUo5edD5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/akkNp4ydt5U/s72-c/asparagus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-867443626555053868</id><published>2011-03-31T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:20:49.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meal Plan</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I wrote about lists and how I use them in three main areas of my life - work, writing and household chores. Later I was thinking about how there's an obvious, important area of life missing from that list of three - my health and well-being. I thought it was blog-worthy to note that for my longest stretch ever, I'm still following my New Year's resolution, to eat more healthy foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my success has been to not be overly strict. Notice I didn't say "to eat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; healthy foods". First, as my mother loves to point out, that would be pretty inconsistent with my nasty tobacco and alcohol habits. But I figure every little bit helps. I have given myself permission to binge on the weekends, and I've decided not to worry about the smoking until I have lost at least (&lt;em&gt;mumbles a number&lt;/em&gt;) pounds. The last time I quit smoking for any length of time, I gained 15 pounds in two months. I'm too stupidly vain to repeat that experience right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do believe being conscious of the food I select to nurture my body will help offset the negatives of my otherwise unhealthy choices. My primary change in behavior has been to stop buying and preparing processed foods, at least for meals. There's been no Hamburger Helper on the Whitaker dinner table in 2011. I invested in a small freezer and am stocking up on meat when it's on sale. Soon, I'm going to follow through on my intention to purchase organic meat in bulk and fill that freezer up. I am ordering produce from &lt;a href="http://soggybottomroadside.com/"&gt;Soggy Bottom Produce&lt;/a&gt;, now that they've opened for the year. We are eating fresh and local veggies, and next week they will have strawberries! I've also been loosely following the slow-carb diet recommended by Timothy Ferriss in &lt;em&gt;The 4-Hour Body&lt;/em&gt;. I know his books haven't gotten the best reviews, but I think a lot of his advice makes sense. (And who cares???? He is on the best seller list! You can criticize my writing all you'd like after I start making the big bucks, and I promise, I won't care. Until then, please play nice on my blog. :-0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important part of these new eating goals is to make yet another list. Not just a grocery list, but a meal plan. So far I really only bother about dinner. For breakfast, I generally eat eggs and spinach, sometimes with beans if there are any left over from the night before. Occassionally I substitute a protein shake. Lunch is either leftovers, a sandwich or maybe canned tuna or cottage cheese. Ken fixes his own breakfast and lunch, so dinner is my only "pressure" meal - the one that used to turn into frozen entrees or ordering a pizza after a hectic work day. Dinner was the meal that needed a plan. Again, I don't worry too much about weekends, but by Sunday night, I have a general idea of what I'm cooking the rest of the week. Here was this week's plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - pork chops, rice, brocolli, black beans (I ended up substituting field peas and snaps that were in the freezer for the black beans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - turkey wings, new potatoes &amp; spinach (prepared together in the crock pot) and red kidney beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Baked salmon, seasoned with Old Bay, roasted asparagus, carrots, and black beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Soup (cleaning out the freezer, or "garbage soup". I used brocolli, rice, a variety of beans, carrots, and part of a London broil from the freezer, and I added some canned tomato sauce and some diced tomato, and a little water. It's really more like what Rachael Ray calls stoup, a cross between soup and stew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I haven't lost as much weight as I was hoping to. But I feel better knowing I've made a major improvement in the number of nutrients we are consuming, versus the number of perservatives. I think I'm saving money on my grocery bill, too - and that's a much welcome added bonus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurs to me that my meal plan illustrates an important part of successfully using lists. I keep it simple and stay flexible. Side dishes, or entire meals, can be swapped around without causing "failure". But having a starting point, a plan, helps me navigate in a satisfying fashion. I need to remember this philosphy with my other "lists" instead of getting discouraged by a few misses here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final thought....I can't remember exactly where I read this, but did you know you are 80% more likely to do reach a goal if you write it down? Maybe that's some made-up statistic in some crazy self-help resource I studied at some point, but I'd say it's pretty close to accurate in my experience. What would you like to do today? Write it down, and let me know what happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-867443626555053868?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/867443626555053868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=867443626555053868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/867443626555053868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/867443626555053868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/03/meal-plan.html' title='The Meal Plan'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-4285053882893865134</id><published>2011-03-30T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:09:42.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Days, I Like Lists</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure when I first started making my own lists. I do remember the small blackboard in DauDau's kitchen that she used for her grocery list. Frequently, when there were just a few critical items on the board, like bread or milk or toilet paper, she would scribble the list onto a piece of paper and send one of us grandkids to the A&amp;P. When I say scribble, I mean that literally. DauDau's handwriting was awful, but I can't say much. Mine might be even worse. But we could decipher her short lists, probably because they were short enough to memorize and recite rather quickly. We would cut through the yard of the house across the street and come out in the A&amp;P parking lot. Those were the days when you could let little kids run around town unsupervised. I felt like a grownup going to the grocery store for DauDau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I've continued to value lists. I particularly appreciate lists of "goals" in progressing my "personal growth." I'm not as consistent as I could be, that's for sure, hence my tendancy to get stuck in a rut or two. But when I'm ready for a change, out come the pens and paper, and of course the keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've been making lists every night of things I want to accomplish the next day. I have lists in three basic areas - work, writing, and household chores.  It's only Wednesday, and already I feel a lack of productivity. I've crossed off very little on my lists today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used a work list with consistency for years. Actually make that multiple lists at work. My team has a conference call a couple of times a week (we used to meet even more often) to maintain a "priorities" list. In addition there's my inbox, and my various email folders, and our ticketing system, which all serve as lists that I check frequently to remind myself what needs to be done. I react pretty quickly to my inbox. I like moving the quick tasks to the finished folder, the equivalent of drawing a line through the grocery item that's in my cart, I suppose. But I'm realizing more and more how ineffecient that work strategy is. I need to organize my work into better priorities, and more cohesive blocks of time. I'm getting too old to multi-task as well as I used to, and recovering from even brief interruptions often means practically starting over on some tasks. I think I also need to focus more on true "goals" for work rather than "tasks". But of the three, my work lists coincide with my most successful productivity. I'm sure my employer would be happy to know that. Even as busy as I was today, and with as many interruptions and conference calls, I still hit most of the items on my priorities list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I want my writing to be a more defining part of my life, I've kept my writing goals fairly small this week. They have been the same for three days - editing hubs, blogging, and "starting" a new hub. I want it to "stick", so I'm hesitant to commit to the Great American Novel until I've truly established my writing habits as routine. But even the small goals seem a bit daunting. I've scribbled some ideas for hubs, but I haven't really "started" anything yet. It was 3 pm before I started this blog entry, and I haven't started my editing quota for today. But I have time - these are things I can do while Ken watches Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did really well on my chores Monday and Tuesday - accomplishing even more than I put on my lists. Today has been a bust. I've been busier than usual at work, so I have a really good excuse, but still, I can feel the disappointment, the temptation to submit to defeat, seeping in. I know I'm not likely to do any extra chores at night - cooking dinner and cleaning up the kitchen are enough! I knew even as I put my main three tasks on paper last night that they were probably too 'big'. I like 15 minute or less kinds of chores, and at least two of the three are more time-consuming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the day is not over! I'm not giving up! I was feeling overwhelmed with work, and I knew I needed a break. I took a look at my lists and committed to getting the blog entry written. And look - only 12 minutes, and I'm almost there! I find the more I can cross off my list, the more likely I am to move to the next item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 8 p.m. now - I had to get back to work earlier. As predicated, I managed to complete my "editing hubs" task while Ken has been watching t.v. I also sent emails with interview questions for an article (and I consider that "starting"). Finally, I moved two of my house-keeping chores to tomorrow's list, and I'm post-poning the third indefinitely. I did complete a couple of chores that really should have been on today's list instead - like cleaning the litter box. You KNOW I deserve extra credit for that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about a list is definitely crossing things off. And I'd say the scratches on my notebook don't look too bad today after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-4285053882893865134?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/4285053882893865134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=4285053882893865134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/4285053882893865134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/4285053882893865134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/03/most-days-i-like-lists.html' title='Most Days, I Like Lists'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-582056050890060860</id><published>2011-03-29T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:22:16.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing from Plymouth</title><content type='html'>I've been so negligent. My poor little blog has been out here in cyberspace, all alone, wondering where the readers went, wondering why no one visits anymore. It's my fault. I've been a poor hostess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was here, I claimed I was ready for a fresh start. It's not that I lied, exactly, it's just that, well, hmmm....let's see...like I said, we moved a little over a year ago to my hometown, Plymouth. And we've just been so busy settling in, getting to know new friends, reconnecting with old friends, figuring out the social life in Plymouth...NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning to play the Bass - Daddy has been teaching me. It has not been easy, but it also has not been hard enough to completely discourage me. I enjoy our weekly "practice" sessions. Julia and Aunt Judy usually come, and we have invited a few others who might eventually join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my social life in Plymouth--driving to Jamesville for music lessons. And I joined a book club last fall and a writer's group this winter (technically, I guess I'm a "founding" member of both). And of course we have the occassional family shin-dig, like Julia's birthday party weekend before last. But I miss my Raleigh area friends, our karaoke nights, the variety of restaurants we frequented, the art museums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied again. I haven't been to an art museum in many years, maybe even since I was in England in 1995. But I miss the idea that they are an option in close proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of feeling like there's "nothing to do" around here, we do seem to stay pretty busy. But, excuses won't fix anything. It's just time, again, to try to move forward. I'm a little more convicted this time. Before I wrote this post, to get this party started, I spent some time yesterday updating a few hubs. I made a list of new article ideas. The weekly hub suggestion is DIY, and I have several projects I want to get to. Maybe I can turn one of them into a hub before the week is out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also posted on facebook last night to try to solicit a few folks to interview. I want to write about learning to play a musical instrument as an adult. I know "expereinced" musicians who have learned a new instrument as an adult, but I'm looking for the beginner, or the adult who had minimal experience as a child and re-learned something or picked up something new later in life. If you are interested, send me an email. If I "interview", I will write, so, help me out - keep me honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason I feel more optimistic about "sticking with it" this time comes from finding some other really interesting blogs lately. I'll probably highlight or feature some of them more specifically, soon, but for today, the main thing they all have in common are....well, lapses. Or periodically short, and I mean very short, entries. It helps me get over the "perfectionist" in myself. I have a hard time just throwing something out here without preparation, editing, etc., etc. But isn't a blog really just a sort of public diary? I've found a few heros out there in blog land, and they've reminded me it's okay to be human and to write about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, again. And I plan to see you again soon - even if it's just a quick visit now and then instead of a blow-out. Here's what my typical blog entry will probably look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very productive day today. "Productive" is relative in my world, lately, but here's what it looks like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked off most of my "to-do" list for work. I checked over 10 old hubs for quick improvements. (The main thing I'm looking for on hubpages at the moment are old Amazon ads. I thought I had converted them all to ebay when Amazon changed their affiliate terms and booted North Carolina participants, but apparently I never finished that chore. I worked through 10 yesterday, too, so better than 20% through that project.) I made it through my "house hold chore" list. Laundry is caught up - that's huge! Bathrooms are "swished", Flylady style. And....drumroll, please....I finished a blog entry! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-582056050890060860?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/582056050890060860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=582056050890060860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/582056050890060860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/582056050890060860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2011/03/writing-from-plymouth.html' title='Writing from Plymouth'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-79496611033380203</id><published>2009-12-05T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:10:07.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Time!</title><content type='html'>I've neglected not only this blog but ALL of my writing for nearly 6 months! Why? Oh, I could find dozens of excuses, but why bother. It's just time to get started again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big news lately is our pending move. We've bought a house in Plymouth. I never would have believed, even just a couple of years ago, that I would be moving back home. And even when I started toying with the idea a year or so ago, I never thought it would happen this soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited, but still sort of stressed, too. Buying a house is nerve-wracking, and we had plenty of bumps along the way that might have made good blog material if the whole process wasn't so competitive. That, and my husband particularly likes his privacy - which limits my public blog material :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Julia, is bringing Dad's trailer up tonight and we will move the first load of stuff tomorrow. The final move won't be until the end of January. We have a few things we want to do in the house, like restoring the hardwood floors in the living and dining rooms, before we completely move in. I'll be keeping Julia busy for the next couple of months! For those who don't already know, Julia is the bomb at everything home improvement related. I'm a lucky sister :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. It's a start. Just like the moving and the Christmas preparation and pretty much any other big job in my life, it all gets done a little at a time. Likely, this post will lead to another - in less than six months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-79496611033380203?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/79496611033380203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=79496611033380203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/79496611033380203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/79496611033380203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/12/about-time.html' title='About Time!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-8089731464161965926</id><published>2009-06-28T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:00:51.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille, the World Traveler, is Home!</title><content type='html'>She made it back safe and sound! Her first words to me (while I was almost hugging the life out of her) were, "What kind of mom gets all her hair cut while her daughter is out of the country?" Ha Ha! I told her I updated my facebook photo just so she would recognize me, but at one Euro for 15 minutes online at the internet cafe, she didn't check in as much as I'd hoped she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of a bit of bad luck (they lost everyone's luggage on the way there,and someone broke into her hotel room in Paris), Camille had a grand time. I'm sure I'll be hearing more about it. We only talked an hour or so when she got home, and she's at her dad's for the rest of the weekend. I haven't even seen the pictures yet. She couldn't wait to show me all the cool clothes she bought, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe my writer's block will go away! I been able to write or think about anything but her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-8089731464161965926?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/8089731464161965926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=8089731464161965926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8089731464161965926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8089731464161965926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/06/camille-world-traveler-is-home.html' title='Camille, the World Traveler, is Home!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5222121233395612683</id><published>2009-06-16T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:40:03.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille is in France!</title><content type='html'>I have to write a retraction of my recent hub, &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/Approaching-an-Empty-Nest"&gt;Approaching an Empty Nest&lt;/a&gt;. I was totally unprepared for what a "baby" I would be when my "baby" headed across the Atlantic Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started Sunday night. Ken &amp; I took a ride Saturday to eastern NC to look at houses. When Camille got home Sunday night, she asked why we were looking at houses in Jamesville and informed me, "YOU CAN'T MOVE AWAY! I HAVE ANOTHER YEAR LEFT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she went to bed, I boo-whoo'd my way through my journals from my trip to Great Britain when she was only three. I'm very excited for her, and I wouldn't say I am worried, just ridiculously emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her flight out from RDU was delayed last night, so I was able to keep in touch via text message for a while. She sounded fine, of course, and she called me when they finally made it to DC. She said they were "power walking" through the airport and she had to pee and was afraid she wouldn't have time before they boarded again. But she sounded good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Doug's birthday so he got the first call from France - and he missed it! But he called to tell me she had left a voice mail, she sounded good and in a hurry, and they lost her luggage!!! Poor thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she makes it to an internet cafe soon and catches us all up with some details. I know she will be home before I can blink, and if she was home she wouldn't be here...she'd be off with her friends. But I miss her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5222121233395612683?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5222121233395612683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5222121233395612683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5222121233395612683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5222121233395612683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/06/camille-is-in-france.html' title='Camille is in France!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-8362497957813529841</id><published>2009-06-07T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:49:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty Articles in Thirty Days!</title><content type='html'>I did it. I published &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/author/dineane/latest/"&gt;30 hubs in 30 days on hubpages&lt;/a&gt;. Whew. I had hopes of finishing another 5 to bring my total hubs a a nice round 100, but I'm happy right now with the 30. I've seen an increase in traffic, and the corresponding increase in pennies earned, but the best thing for me about this challenge was realizing that I can manage and complete a reasonable writing goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty was a bit of a push, but not terrible. My next goal is to publish five hubs per week for the rest of the summer. I'll revisit and set new goals around my birthday (Labor Day weekend). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still early....maybe I'll get a start on those next five now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-8362497957813529841?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/8362497957813529841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=8362497957813529841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8362497957813529841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8362497957813529841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/06/thirty-articles-in-thirty-days.html' title='Thirty Articles in Thirty Days!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-2137109486153864855</id><published>2009-05-17T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:14:48.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HubChallenge Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/ShCnvW647sI/AAAAAAAAADo/-oZGBmnr9sc/s1600-h/1092216.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/ShCnvW647sI/AAAAAAAAADo/-oZGBmnr9sc/s320/1092216.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336949990482308802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one week into the HubChallenge, and I've published 20 of the 30 hubs that I committed to! As I've progressed this week, it's crossed my mind a time or two that maybe I should have gone for the 100, but it's time for &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/12th-Annual-Preddyfest-Bluegrass-Festival"&gt;Preddyfest&lt;/a&gt;, and I don't think I'll be cranking 'em out this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preddyfest is providing material for me though - my last 3 hubs, published today, were all inspired by the Franklinton Bluegrass festival. Daddy &amp; Julie, Deborah, and Julia &amp; Price are all there already. Ken &amp; I went out for a short visit yesterday. We saw &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/Rodney-Preddy-Hosts-12th-Annual-Preddyfest"&gt;Rodney Preddy (the host of the event), &lt;/a&gt;and Wayne came over to play for a little bit. We waved at Debbie when we rode past their camp, and Deborah told me Johnny and Lucille were there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing the rest of the regulars, and of course to all the music! I'll probably have more fodder for hubs when I get back next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-2137109486153864855?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/2137109486153864855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=2137109486153864855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2137109486153864855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2137109486153864855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/05/hubchallenge-update.html' title='HubChallenge Update'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/ShCnvW647sI/AAAAAAAAADo/-oZGBmnr9sc/s72-c/1092216.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-2425506841233289055</id><published>2009-05-11T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:51:47.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Published Three of the Thirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SgirvFl1wzI/AAAAAAAAADg/Vpxh7tRXDng/s1600-h/1092216.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SgirvFl1wzI/AAAAAAAAADg/Vpxh7tRXDng/s320/1092216.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334702584063443762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to a decent start in the Hubpages 30 Hubs in 30 Days Challenge. I've published the first three today, and it's tempting to think that maybe I *could* do 100, but honestly, I wrote these three yesterday and just polished and transferred to HubPages today. 30 in 30 is much more realistic for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you up for the challenge? Then &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/"&gt;come join me at hubpages&lt;/a&gt;at HubPages and see how much revenue you can generate in your first month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my first three hubs for the challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/Entertainer-Steve-Quinney-Celebrates-60-Years"&gt;Entertainer Steve Quinney Celebrates 60 Years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/Copyright-and-the-Public-Domain-One-Hubbers-Perspective"&gt;Copyright and the Public Domain: One Hubber's Perspective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/Copyright-and-Fair-Use-on-message-board-forums"&gt;Copyright and Fair Use: Is it okay to post song lyrics in message board forums?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-2425506841233289055?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/2425506841233289055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=2425506841233289055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2425506841233289055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2425506841233289055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/05/published-three-of-thirty.html' title='Published Three of the Thirty'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SgirvFl1wzI/AAAAAAAAADg/Vpxh7tRXDng/s72-c/1092216.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-128668019526908830</id><published>2009-05-09T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:15:07.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hub Challenge, and Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SgYB-qB2BiI/AAAAAAAAADY/UAet8AGEiCw/s1600-h/1092216.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SgYB-qB2BiI/AAAAAAAAADY/UAet8AGEiCw/s320/1092216.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333952984612472354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've managed to type with two hands! Haven't written a book or anything, but I've been able to do some basic data entry at work, managed emails and even a few forum posts. And my mind has been on writing, even if my pen hasn't touched paper much more than my left fingers have touched keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was trying to talk myself into setting up some goals and priorities to jumpstart my writing, along comes HubPages with a new challenge - 100 Hubs in 30 Days - or for the slightly less ambitious, 30 Hubs in 30 Days. As busy as we have been at work lately, I have no doubt I'd fail the 100 Hub challenge, but 30...well, that's just 1 a day. It's similar to what I tried to do when I started my first MarriageUndone blog post [edited to remove the link, and to admit my focus changed to marriage working instead of surviving divorce.]&lt;br /&gt;As part of the hub challenge, I've also finally signed up for twitter - I'm easy to find since "dineane" is still pretty uncommon in internet land :-) I have lots to learn about twittering and tweets, but it looks pretty easy to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you can write a short article every day for a month? Then &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/"&gt;come join me at hubpages&lt;/a&gt; and try the 30 day challenge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-128668019526908830?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/128668019526908830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=128668019526908830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/128668019526908830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/128668019526908830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='A Hub Challenge, and Twitter'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SgYB-qB2BiI/AAAAAAAAADY/UAet8AGEiCw/s72-c/1092216.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-3272610044885235922</id><published>2009-04-11T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:03:48.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken arm'/><title type='text'>Typing with One Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SeCi3LV-18I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_Zn6KMwhNmI/s1600-h/dineane%27s+fractures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SeCi3LV-18I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_Zn6KMwhNmI/s320/dineane%27s+fractures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323433828373419970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken arm hurts. And after the pain meds kick in, it's frustrating. Little things like buttoning my shirt (and I have to wear button-down shirts cuz I can't get my arm in a pull-over) take 2 or 3 times as long as they should. But even more frustrating to me is typing with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is my job tougher, I feel like my creativity is blocked. I can't type as fast as I think. I'm starting to abbreviate, esp online, sounding like a texting teen. I'm thinking about adding a line to my email signature - please excuse the brevity &amp; typos while my broken arm heals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be positive. At least I didn't break my right arm. And maybe the need to slow down will teach me more patience. Maybe I'll learn to smell a few more flowers. Maybe my husband and my daughter will learn to do a few more chores around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about buying a bunch of those no-slip adhesive thingies that you put in the bathtub and attaching them to the bottom of all of my shoes so I don't slip and fall again. So maybe my creativity isn't entirely gone, just detoured. My one-handed perspective might come in handy after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-3272610044885235922?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/3272610044885235922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=3272610044885235922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/3272610044885235922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/3272610044885235922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/04/typing-with-one-hand.html' title='Typing with One Hand'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SeCi3LV-18I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_Zn6KMwhNmI/s72-c/dineane%27s+fractures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5428257204502240318</id><published>2009-03-22T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:40:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RCA Small Wonder EZ101: Digital Camcorder Product Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/RCA-Small-Wonder-EZ101-Digital-Camcorder-Product-Review"&gt;RCA Small Wonder EZ101: Digital Camcorder Product Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm testing a feature I haven't used from hubpages - I just updated this hub today with a cute video of my sweet nephew eating his first birthday cake. Maybe everyone will love it so much they'll click right over to amazon and order a Small Wonder camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that I did something similar with "No Rigs..." a few posts ago, but I think I did it a different way. So much to learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5428257204502240318?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5428257204502240318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5428257204502240318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5428257204502240318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5428257204502240318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/03/rca-small-wonder-ez101-digital.html' title='RCA Small Wonder EZ101: Digital Camcorder Product Review'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-7656862000444758115</id><published>2009-03-14T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:51:27.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille Wins!</title><content type='html'>There is just no need to get into an internet battle with your teenager - let's face it - this is their forte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was showing something so cute to Camille tonight, and then she one upped me...check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM"&gt;Charlie Bit My Finger!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep watching this over and over - and LMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-7656862000444758115?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/7656862000444758115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=7656862000444758115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7656862000444758115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7656862000444758115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/03/camille-wins.html' title='Camille Wins!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-51169446182440116</id><published>2009-02-17T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:24:49.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Deborah!</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a while, and I need a few hours to do justice to my visit to see my sister this past weekend, but since I don't have hours, here's a short acknowledgment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hours on the road Saturday morning...X number of beers.....five hours on the road back Sunday. There was obviously some fun in between all that driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, buddy-sister-friend! And tell Bobby, thanks for the hospitality, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-51169446182440116?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/51169446182440116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=51169446182440116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/51169446182440116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/51169446182440116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-deborah.html' title='Thanks, Deborah!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-8219786772410442019</id><published>2009-02-17T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:22:00.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rigs but Lots of Fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/No-Rigs-but-Lots-of-Fish"&gt;No Rigs but Lots of Fish!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experimenting with a feature on Hubpages - have y'all read this one yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-8219786772410442019?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/hub/No-Rigs-but-Lots-of-Fish' title='No Rigs but Lots of Fish!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/8219786772410442019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=8219786772410442019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8219786772410442019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8219786772410442019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-rigs-but-lots-of-fish.html' title='No Rigs but Lots of Fish!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5731331422772490848</id><published>2009-02-01T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:48:09.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Challenges</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, I started really trying to apply the Law of Attraction in my life. Someone shared the DVD, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000K8LV1O?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=dinshubpag-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B000K8LV1O"&gt;The Secret (Extended Edition)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dinshubpag-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B000K8LV1O" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me long before it made it to Oprah. I haven't gotten rich yet, but the new attitude did seem to help. Now and then an unexpected check would show up in the mailbox at just exactly the right time. And at the very least I felt a lot less stressed when I was focusing on my prosperity instead of my lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days with the failing economy on the news every night, it's a lot more difficult to keep my thoughts in the right place. Money just does not seem to stretch as far. This weekend it really hit me when I was paying my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get paid twice a month, and usually, the first paycheck goes a lot farther than the second paycheck. Not this month. My gas bill doubled. My daughter's cell phone had an unexpected $75 charge for "data." And my home phone bill had a $27.27 "third party charge." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cold as it's been, I should not be that surprised by my gas bill. And I am grateful we have a warm home. The "data" charge I'm sure is a result of Camille trying to send pictures from her phone - and we had been told picture mail was included in our plan, but she's been having problems getting it to work. I called and added unlimited data for her for $15 a month, so that won't happen again. She can access Facebook from her phone now, too, so maybe she'll quit trying to bump me off of my computer! And I cancelled one of my extra home phone lines, which will save me about $25, so I'll be ahead in the telephone bills next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/Ridiculous-Telephone-Charges-Do-Not-Call-Collect"&gt;hub about the $27.27&lt;/a&gt;. I won't go into that here since I can't figure out how to turn that one into a positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for today is to renew my focus on the good things in my life. I'm going to put a sticky note back on my bathroom mirror, to "Think and feel grateful, every day." I'll browse through some of my favorite inspirational quotes. I'll take some time for me, to meditate and relax, before I host a Superbowl event for my support group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be grateful and giving, and I'll open myself up to receive more. It's really not that hard to do. After all the aggrevation of paying bills, the Universe "sent" me a free computer through &lt;a href="http://freecycle.org"&gt;freecycle&lt;/a&gt;. I bet something else nice is right around the corner :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5731331422772490848?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5731331422772490848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5731331422772490848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5731331422772490848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5731331422772490848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/02/money-challenges.html' title='Money Challenges'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-2859949708389958358</id><published>2009-01-13T05:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:13:27.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (Belated) New Year!</title><content type='html'>What a busy holiday this year! Time just flies. We all had a good, good time, but it didn't feel like enough of a break. I'm super busy at work (not complaining though, not in this economy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those strange dreams last night. I was riding in a pickup truck with my mother - in the back of the truck, actually. She was driving and I was talking to her through the back window. We were riding on some country roads reminiscent of my childhood, and wildlife was everywhere - especially deer. I was looking forward, trying to help her spot the deer so one wouldn't run unexpectedly in front of the truck when a saw a huge bear barrelling along the side of the road. I tried to point it out, but Mama wasn't seeing it. I was yelling, "Slow down, slow down," and "Hand me my purse so I can get some video!" But by the time she slowed we were right next to it, then just ahead. It started running after us and in my sleep I felt it reach out and scratch my hand. I woke myself up screaming, "GO! IT'S CHASING US!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wasn't really screaming because my husband barely rolled over, but I know I at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the heck did this wildlife theme come from? Dreams are funny things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-2859949708389958358?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/2859949708389958358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=2859949708389958358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2859949708389958358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2859949708389958358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-belated-new-year.html' title='Happy (Belated) New Year!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-8378085227418606047</id><published>2008-12-21T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:50:31.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounding Like a Broken Record!</title><content type='html'>Sorry to repeat myself, but really, Christmas? Already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY put the tree up yesterday, and FINALLY bought a few Christmas presents Friday. I don't think I have ever in my life gotten such a late start! And with the work week from hell that started with our biggest full moon a week or so ago, I have not found my "Christmas spirit". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to remedy that tonight. I'm hosting "Christmas Karaoke" for my meetup group. My good friend Steve Quinney is the KJ at Fat Daddy's and it looks like we will have a great turnout. We certainly won't sing just Christmas carols, but we will sing, and I bet we'll throw a few "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Holidays" greetings around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before then, I plan to wrap, wrap, wrap Christmas presents. The tree never looks right to me until it has packages scattered underneath. (Friends and family, don't get too excited - those packages are going to contain little stuff like socks and mittens!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I sound like I'm complaining, but I don't really feel that stressed. The trappings are not what's important, and I'm looking forward to the fellowship part of the season. We have enough plans in place that the get togethers will be fun and meaningful. I'm looking forward to seeing friends tonight that I haven't seen in ages, I'm looking forward to visiting with family at the various celebrations, and I'm looking forward to New Year's Eve with my other favorite KJs - TByrd &amp; Teresa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't connect over the holidays - let's catch up in the new year. No guilt trips allowed :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-8378085227418606047?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/8378085227418606047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=8378085227418606047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8378085227418606047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8378085227418606047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/12/sounding-like-broken-record.html' title='Sounding Like a Broken Record!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-869820801891339432</id><published>2008-12-12T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:06:22.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Full Moon of 2008: No Wonder I’m Having a Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, December 12, 2008 has been insane! Truthfully, the work load hasn’t been that heavy – in fact call volume is a little light today. But everything that has crossed my desk (or more accurately, computer screen) has been a pain in the royal pa-too-tey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I sounded that out…have no idea how to spell it, and haven’t used or heard that phrase in ages…but that’s for another blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know plenty of studies have “proven” that the full moon doesn’t really cause any increase in insanity, thought hospital employees and public servants continue to swear that it does.  The researchers claim that it’s all in our heads – we believe the full moon will have a negative effect so our perception is that it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, in my experience, that I usually don’t even know it’s a full moon when things start going awry.  I don’t watch the moon phases unless I’m planning a fishing trip. Speaking of which, if the moon can pull those big bodies of water that we call oceans back and forth, then why do we think it can’t have an effect on us human beings, made up of 55-60 percent water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea there was a full moon today, until after I observed that things were just not going my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom first alerted me in an email that there was a full moon; she was hoping it explained the bad day she was having. I experience the “ah-ha” moment that has happened so many times for me in the past. Usually, once I realize there is an explanation for the insanity, I am actually able to cope better and things start going more smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not today. It’s just been one thing after another. &lt;br /&gt;I just logged into Yahoo and found this article: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20081211/sc_space/yearsbiggestfullmoonfridaynight"&gt;Year's Biggest Full Moon Friday Night&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe now things will settle down, now that I’ve given the Biggest Full Moon the attention it deserves. Seriously. It just can’t get any worse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-869820801891339432?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/869820801891339432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=869820801891339432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/869820801891339432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/869820801891339432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/12/biggest-full-moon-of-2008-no-wonder-im.html' title='Biggest Full Moon of 2008: No Wonder I’m Having a Bad Day!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5320540977391000891</id><published>2008-11-27T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:35:10.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>It's that time again - to reflect and give thanks and stuff ourselves with turkey! I wonder how many blogs will be written today in sincere appreciation for the blessings in our lives? Many, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We typically have a tradition of going around the table(s) and everyone stating something they are thankful for. I usually feel pretty lame - saying the same thing year after year. "I'm thankful for my family and friends." I mean it. 100 percent. There's really nothing more imporant, but in some ways it seems like such an safe thing to say, to blurt out in that brief splash of semi-public speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few years, I've tried to focus more every day on the things in my life for which I am thankful. I have a gratitude journal, and when I'm particularly down, it is always a helpful exercise to read what I've written before and then to add to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have a hard time feeling anything but "Happy" if you genuinely focus on giving thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I'm thankful for a new perspective on Thanksgiving, thankful for the act of thanks, itself. Celebration of what we have - and of even what we desire - is key to a positive existence. This celebration is worthwhile everyday, but an annual reminder in November is okay, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5320540977391000891?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5320540977391000891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5320540977391000891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5320540977391000891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5320540977391000891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-6927672037754804436</id><published>2008-11-23T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:41:31.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Gift</title><content type='html'>Look what my sister is giving my nephew for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=dinshubpag-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B000VXEL5G&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's only 8 months old so I don't think I'll spoil his suprise by posting this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-6927672037754804436?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/6927672037754804436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=6927672037754804436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/6927672037754804436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/6927672037754804436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/11/cool-gift.html' title='Cool Gift'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5644533648842014373</id><published>2008-11-21T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:57:30.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Already, Seriously?</title><content type='html'>Good grief! The Raleigh Christmas parade is this Saturday. 101.5 is playing Christmas music already. It's too early, isn't it? Actually, I just realized today that I only have 2 more paychecks before Christmas - YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like shopping online. In previous and more plentiful years (not too recent, actually), I completed all of my Christmas shopping online. Not only was it great to avoid the crowded malls, it sort of felt like my own little mini-Christmas morning every time the UPS man came to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Are you shopping online? Is so, why not help me out and access Amazon through my blog. You can start your "search" for the perfect gifts in the upper right hand corner, or just click &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fhomepage.html%3Fie%3DUTF8%26%252AVersion%252A%3D1%26%252Aentries%252A%3D0&amp;tag=dinshubpag-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dinshubpag-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;. My commission won't increase your prices, and Amazon is a super-easy and trusted place to shop on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to write some more Christmas shopping hubs soon. &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/Inexpensive-Christmas-Gift-Ideas-for-Teen-Girls"&gt;My Inexpensive Christmas Gift Ideas for Teen Girls&lt;/a&gt; published October 15 has nearly 1000 views! Help me out - leave a comment and tell me what would you really, really, really like for Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5644533648842014373?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5644533648842014373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5644533648842014373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5644533648842014373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5644533648842014373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-already-seriously.html' title='Christmas Already, Seriously?'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5364189990143992115</id><published>2008-11-11T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:50:40.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Online</title><content type='html'>I'm hooked on &lt;a href="http://cbs.com"&gt;cbs.com&lt;/a&gt;. I like it better than regular tv. The commercials are short - 30 secs. And I can organize my own "marathons" of various shows. Currently, I'm about half way through Season One of &lt;em&gt;Perry Mason&lt;/em&gt;, and I'm loving it! It just kills me how everyone smokes, constantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first stumbled across tv viewing at CBS when I wanted to see missed episodes of Big Brother. Now I usually catch Survivor the same way. But I'm having the most fun with the old stuff. I find it especially interesting to see the "length" of the shows. The old dramas are always 50-plus minutes - the new ones, barely over 40. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll check out other networks, eventually, but so far the ones I have tried want me to download their own video player. I don't recall doing that at CBS. I think I have a long way to go before running out of material, anyway. I do still have the regular tv, and DVR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I wasn't watching so much I'd be writing - there's a thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5364189990143992115?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5364189990143992115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5364189990143992115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5364189990143992115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5364189990143992115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/11/tv-online.html' title='TV Online'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-6297698905318068795</id><published>2008-11-09T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:23:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't Been a Very Good Blogger</title><content type='html'>I thought this would be easier - especially this sort of "personal" blog, but it seems I'm not writing as much as I used to. I still journal but not daily, and I still hesitate to put many personal reflections "out here" in Internet Land. But how hard would it really be to just throw a little update out here now and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty decent weekend. We started Saturday morning upgrading cell phones for Ken &amp; Lindsey, and adding a line for Carson (his first). It cost me more than I wanted, but isn't that always how it works? Today I went ahead and ordered upgrades for Camille and myself, too. Camille was going to wait for Christmas but agreed to remember this was her big gift if I went ahead and ordered it now, and I guess I just got jealous that everyone else was getting new phones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon I hosted a &lt;a href="http://www.meetup.com"&gt;meetup &lt;/a&gt;event at Bedford Community in North Raleigh. We had a good turnout and the weather was beautiful! My friend &lt;a href="http://www.stevepartys.com/bio.html"&gt;Steve Quinney&lt;/a&gt; provided the entertainment with his buddy Jay on guitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Ken &amp; I sat in the garage &amp; drank beer &amp; listened to the radio. Nothing new there, huh? One of my favorite ways to spend a Saturday night :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are usually quiet, and today was no exception. I lazed around watching Lifetime movies, spent a while on the phone with my sister Deborah, and checked out lots of photo albums on myspace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how hard was that? Did I bore you to tears? Oh well, maybe something worth writing about just won't come to me every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-6297698905318068795?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/6297698905318068795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=6297698905318068795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/6297698905318068795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/6297698905318068795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/11/havent-been-very-good-blogger.html' title='Haven&apos;t Been a Very Good Blogger'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5757585550931649480</id><published>2008-10-15T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:22:18.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Need to Quit Smoking...</title><content type='html'>I type, as I sit here puffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't smoke in the house. I have a cool garage, complete with couch, 'frig, stereo and tv. I spend many evenings in my garage, in part so I can smoke, in part to watch tv independent of my repeat-sit-com fan husband. Tonight, I'm trying to focus on the debate. Even take a few notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the 'frig for a beer during Obama's first response and before I made it back to my seat, I noticed something on the concrete floor next to the couch. What was that? A necklace? I started to lean over...and...it was a snake! Look at the date of this blog, folks! October 15! Yes, it's hot. It got up to 88 today in NC. But come on. It's October! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a big snake, maybe 6 or 7 inches long. I am not sure what kind it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the garage door while grabbing the broom and yelled for my daughter to "Come Here! Quick!" She did - she's a good girl, she knows when I mean it. I swept him into the middle of the floor before he made it all the way under the couch - right where I had been sitting before I stood to get a beer - right where I was about to sit back down - right where I am sitting now - but cross-legged, with my feet on the couch instead of the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Camille to grab the camera and tried to use the broom to keep the snake in the middle of the garage. Then I noticed an empty shoe box my husband had left in the garage. I decided to try to catch the snake so I could show it to Ken when he got home. Ha. When I tried to sweep the snake into the box, he dashed under the cabinet the stereo sits on. Thank goodness it has wheels. After unsuccessfully trying to use the broom to swish it back out, we rolled the cabinet out of the way, and the terrified (?) little snake was curled in a little ball. Camille grabbed the box and the broom and swept the snake into the box. "Gimme the lid, gimme the lid" and I obliged. As soon as she had the lid on the box - the snake came out of a hole in the bottom! We screached and sreamed and swept him out the door. He slithered away into the grass. "I hope we didn't hurt him," Camille said. "He seems to be moving kind of wierd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy. Just keep moving wierdly AWAY from my garage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another cigarette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5757585550931649480?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5757585550931649480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5757585550931649480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5757585550931649480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5757585550931649480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-need-to-quit-smoking.html' title='I Really Need to Quit Smoking...'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-3720073180552705262</id><published>2008-09-28T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:25:38.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille's latest fundraising project</title><content type='html'>Here's what I did today:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SN_mHWP_jKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/evYlUeJTmgA/s1600-h/flyer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SN_mHWP_jKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/evYlUeJTmgA/s320/flyer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251168704443419810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille painted a very cool water color and is selling prints for a minimum contribution of $25 to her trip fund. Everyone who submits a prepaid order before 12/1/2008 (up to 100 contributors) will be entered into a drawing to win the original. Pretty cool idea, huh? I'll take part of the credit, but she gets all of the kudos for an awesome interpretation of DaVinci's works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids is talented!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-3720073180552705262?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/3720073180552705262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=3720073180552705262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/3720073180552705262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/3720073180552705262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/09/camilles-latest-fundraising-project.html' title='Camille&apos;s latest fundraising project'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SN_mHWP_jKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/evYlUeJTmgA/s72-c/flyer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-7230318018432997208</id><published>2008-09-15T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:40:15.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Car Wash, Send a Kid to France!</title><content type='html'>Plans and fundraising are coming along! Camille's group will be washing cars at the Steak &amp; Shake (near O'Charley's &amp; Walmart) in Wake Forest from 10 to 2 Saturday. Come help 'em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more about the trip and Camille's fundraising efforts at &lt;a href="http://camillegoestofrance.blogspot.com"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-7230318018432997208?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/7230318018432997208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=7230318018432997208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7230318018432997208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7230318018432997208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-car-wash-send-kid-to-france.html' title='Get a Car Wash, Send a Kid to France!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-2833475944953277414</id><published>2008-09-07T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:12:59.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille is Going to France!</title><content type='html'>She's very excited about her French Departments upcoming trip to France and has started her fund raising efforts on her &lt;a href="http://camillegoestofrance.blogspot.com/"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;. Please check it out and consider helping her out - this really is an opportunity of a life time, and I'm really proud of her for pursueing her dream, even after her dad and I both uttered the dreaded words..."we just can't afford it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated 9/8/08 - just published a &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/What-My-Teenage-Daughter-Will-Learn-on-Her-Trip-to-France"&gt;Hub about Camille's pursuit of this trip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-2833475944953277414?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/2833475944953277414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=2833475944953277414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2833475944953277414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2833475944953277414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/09/camille-is-going-to-france.html' title='Camille is Going to France!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-7533652765972152662</id><published>2008-09-03T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:34:27.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother - Almost Final 4!</title><content type='html'>I just re-read my previous posts about BB10, and WOW, how things can change! My constant is that I still like Keesha. Camille can't stand her, and I don't really understand why. I am no longer a Jerry fan, and I just hate that Renny is going home this week. At least that's how it looks at the moment, and I would hate it even more if Keesha went home. So, who do I want for final two? Unlikely as it may be, I'm hoping for Keesha and Dan. Memphis just has not grown on me a bit. I don't hate him, but he's just kind of blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually haven't watched as much of BBAD as I predicted. We record it, but most shows get deleted before we watch. I am still addicted to &lt;a href="http://bbdish.blogspot.com/"&gt;bbdish&lt;/a&gt;. Carolyn is super-duper-wonderful to keep us devoted fans updated! Check out her site! If you are a tv-only fan, you don't know what you are missing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-7533652765972152662?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/7533652765972152662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=7533652765972152662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7533652765972152662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7533652765972152662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-brother-almost-final-4.html' title='Big Brother - Almost Final 4!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-1767641733168434698</id><published>2008-09-03T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:54:18.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name</title><content type='html'>When I was little, I really didn't like my name, because all of my teachers called me by my first name, Nora, on the first day of class, and when I corrected them, they could not pronounce my middle name, Dineane. In high school, I decided I would start over with "Nora" as the name I would be called when I started college. It didn't work. Meeting new roommates, friends, etc., I responded to "What's your name?" with the ingrained "Dineane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People still get it wrong all of the time. Probably my worst pet peeve is when someone replies to an email, from me, with my name right there, and writes "Diane." Oh well. Okay, not my worst pet peeve, just kind of irritating. My worst pet peeve is people who get in the turn lane too quickly at the street to my house, when I'm trying to get into the turn lane from the other direction and have to wait on them. I don't expect people to easily say or spell "Dineane." But even with the difficulty, I've come to like my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty cool to google my name and find so many hits, just for ME. And lest you be confused, I might as well give up all of my privacy and disclose that "Dineane Smith," "Dineane Buttram," and "Dineane Whitaker" are all me. I like having an unusual name much more now than I did as a child. But even as a child, I appreciated the story of how I got my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I appreciated at least part of the story. Mama claims that "Nora" was one of Daddy's old girlfriends, and that's why they didn't actually call me by my first name. I've never really believed her. Why would anyone agree to name their first-born after hubby's old flame? And Daddy says it's not true, that he dated Nora's sister but just always liked the name Nora. Either way, I don't feel much like a "Nora". Too stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was named after a man who worked with my dad, who everyone says had a long white beard like Santa Clause. His last name was DiNeen. My parents liked him, and liked the name, so they changed the spelling a bit and gave it to me. I'm named after Santa Clause. Isn't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I met a step-cousin-in-law, or something like that. I can't remember the exact relation. She was considerably younger than I am, but I'm not going to give exact numbers. When we were introduced, we were delighted to have the same middle name, though we spelled it differently. Then she proceeded to tell me that she was named after the same man I was named after! I think my daddy believes that her daddy stole the idea from him, but either way, it's kind of cool. At least she doesn't spell it the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wondering how it is prounounced? It rhymes with Jeanine. That's what I tell everyone, "like Jeanine, but with a 'D'." And they usually get it after that. Here's another funny...my ex husband has a sister named Jeanine and a sister named Christine. Family get togethers could be confusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now in my second husband's family, I'm unique again. I have to admit, I like it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-1767641733168434698?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/1767641733168434698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=1767641733168434698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1767641733168434698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1767641733168434698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-name.html' title='My Name'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-2428214771396636002</id><published>2008-09-01T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:22:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me...</title><content type='html'>It's not really my birthday until Friday, but I was born on Labor Day in 1966 so I still claim the holiday as my birthday. It usually works out pretty nicely having a weekend birthday :-) My sister, Deborah, treated me to a trip east and west. We headed east Wed hoping to get in a night of Outer Banks fishing, but tornado warnings followed us down Highway 64. We decided to just hang at my dad's in Jamesville for the night instead of fishing in bad weather. It was the first time all three of us sisters had been at my dad's in a long time, and we enjoyed it...until nearly 4 am! We played poker, Shut the Box (Buy it here: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0017VG85W?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=dinshubpag-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B0017VG85W"&gt;SHUT THE BOX Game - 12 Numbers - Casino Supplies &gt; Accessories &gt; Misc. Accessories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=dinshubpag-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B0017VG85W" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;), and music. Well, Daddy and Deborah played music, and I screeched along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I joined Deborah and Julia at the &lt;a href="http://www.bassmountain.com/"&gt;Bass Mountain Bluegrass Festival&lt;/a&gt;. I started going to &lt;a href="http://preddyfest.com/"&gt;Preddyfest &lt;/a&gt;every year with my husband 7 or 8 years ago, and in the last few years my dad and my sister, Julia, have gone as well. This year was Deborah's first Preddyfest, and now she is hooked on bluegrass festivals. Bass Mountain was different but a lot of fun. My husband says one festival a year is enough, so I think Bass Mountain might turn into the sister trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken and I had planned to go to the Outer Banks for my birthday next weekend, but it looks like Hanna is on her way. We've decided to stay home and spend less money. I usually treat myself to a pedicure for my birthday. I thought about going for it today, but decided I'll wait since we aren't going to the beach. I also have a little time capsule I put together last year, at the suggestion of my life coach, and I'm looking forward to pulling it out Friday for my "year in review". Maybe that will make a better hub than this one :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-2428214771396636002?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/2428214771396636002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=2428214771396636002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2428214771396636002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2428214771396636002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me...'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-1761937864904160164</id><published>2008-08-16T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:23:41.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working, Fishin' and Dreaming</title><content type='html'>This is a quick unplanned entry, just to capture the flash of a dream that just came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in a folding beach chair, fishing on the Outer Banks surf, multi-tasking with my laptop. A huge wave crashed over me and soaked the computer. My fear of being fired was intense in the dream, and I scrambled to dry land and used a beach towel to mop up my computer. Within seconds, the computer was working fine and dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wierd dream! I'm jotting this down and hope to come back and reflect on it more later, but I'm in the middle of finishing up a new hub!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-1761937864904160164?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/1761937864904160164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=1761937864904160164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1761937864904160164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1761937864904160164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-fishin-and-dreaming.html' title='Working, Fishin&apos; and Dreaming'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5222295448618366852</id><published>2008-07-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:25:33.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubpages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earn money online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Lovin' Hubbin'</title><content type='html'>I haven't earned my fortune (yet), but I have really enjoyed publishing and reading articles on HubPages. Truthfully, I probably spend way too much time reading and not enough time writing, but there's some really good stuff there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;a href="http://"&gt;ShadesBreath&lt;/a&gt; had me laughing hysterically with &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneothers/hub/Top-5-Worst-Species-in-Which-to-Be-a-Guy-a-humorous-look-at-sex-in-the-animal-world"&gt;Top 5 Worst Species in Which to Be a Guy: an absolutely scientific (or not) look at sex in the animal world&lt;/a&gt;. And he's just the first one to catch my attention today--I have tons of favorite hubbers, and I'll be mentioning others as I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I haven't made a ton of money, I have made a little, and I am seeing a steady rise in my traffic. I'm over 1600 views now, and more than half are from the search engines. At first, most of my views were from other hubbers, which is really a great way to get started. Hubbers are encouraging, they leave comments on your articles, they become your fans. All of this moral support keeps you motivated until the money starts to trickle in. Hubbers also openly share their experience on the Hub Forums. I've learned that while that first $100 paycheck may take months to earn, they seem to start coming more quickly after that. I'm really encouraged by several Hubbers who say they are earning pretty steady pocket change with very little SEO (that's search engine optimization, which I have NOT learned much about...yet.) I think the best thing about earning money through hupages (and other online writing opporunities) is the passive nature of the earnings. Once you publish a really good article, and learn a little about keywords and SEO, the traffic will come, and keep coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to sign up for hubpages and give it a try? Use &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/help/about/"&gt;this link &lt;/a&gt;and I'll get referral credit ;-0 That means when you start earning, I'll get a commission. Don't worry--the commission comes from HubPages share, not yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5222295448618366852?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5222295448618366852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5222295448618366852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5222295448618366852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5222295448618366852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/07/lovin-hubbin.html' title='Lovin&apos; Hubbin&apos;'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5683087357019715556</id><published>2008-07-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T06:55:37.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BB10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother 10'/><title type='text'>After One Week of BB 10</title><content type='html'>Funny how quickly things can change in the Big Brother house, and how quickly our impressions change! I still like Jerry, but not as much. And now that Brian got the boot, I kinda feel bad about my earlier distaste for him. The puppet show was hysterical--easily one of my favorite all-time Big Brother moments. Dan...well, he's growing on me a little but I still have a problem with this extreme conservative statements about women. He seems to be genuinely opening up to Steven though and maybe learning a thing or two about tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra and April really rub me the wrong way, but for some reason I'm really liking Keesha, the Hooter's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of myself! I've made it to bed everynight instead of falling asleep on the couch watchin BBAD. Honestly with the excellent work Carolyn does at &lt;a href="http://bbdish.blogspot.com/"&gt;BBDish&lt;/a&gt;, I don't usually watch much of BBAD. I have debated getting the live feeds this year. I'd like to support Carolyn but I'm afraid I would either be so obsessed the rest of my life would be too neglected, or the opposite, I wouldn't have time to really enjoy the feeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5683087357019715556?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5683087357019715556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5683087357019715556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5683087357019715556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5683087357019715556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-one-week-of-bb-10.html' title='After One Week of BB 10'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-1517106867596140640</id><published>2008-07-13T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:28:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go - Big Brother 10</title><content type='html'>So, I just finished watching the premier with Camille. She says it's too early to pick a fave, and she's probably right. You don't get to see much of everyone on the first episode. But thanks to &lt;a href="http://bbdish.blogspot.com/"&gt;BBDish&lt;/a&gt;, I've seen lots of interviews and clips so far, and I have a couple of strong likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Jerry and would love to see someone with a little age win this thing, but I'm not happy about his alliance with Brian. I wanted to like Brian, since we work in the same industry, but his interview didn't impress me, and I seriously dislike school teacher Dan. What a jerk. Darn, darn, darn. I just don't like this early alliance and I'm afraid Jerry will stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renny, poor Renny. I wanted to like her, too. Am I getting old? I keep picking the older house guests as faves. Remember Chicken George? I so rooted for him. And who was the old guy on Survivor? Big Tom? loved him too. But Renny is making everyone crazy, so I don't think she'll last long. I'm not too disappointed in the nominations. Renny was predictable, Jessie isn't impressing me much. Camille thinks the body-builder stuff is gross :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the addiction has returned. I'll probably be falling asleep on the couch for the next 2 months--Big Brother After Dark airs on Showtime midnight until 3 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-1517106867596140640?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/1517106867596140640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=1517106867596140640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1517106867596140640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1517106867596140640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-go-big-brother-10.html' title='Here We Go - Big Brother 10'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-4920500295458738791</id><published>2008-07-05T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:05:18.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>We decided in last minute fashion to check out the Rolesville fireworks yesterday. I haven't been to a 4th of July celebration in a while. Fuddy-duddy that I am, I usually think it's not worth the hassle of traffic and crowds. We carpooled with friends and parked far enough away that by the time we got back to the car, getting onto the road was no problem. I just wish I'd had a little warning about the walking part. I wore a new pair of sandles and by the time we reached the festivities, I had a nice blister on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked at the gate if there was a first aid station where I could find a bandaid and was directed to the firetrucks. The firemen had sweet little plastic helmets for the kids and real suits and hats to try, and of course kids and grownups alike were crawling in and out of the fire trucks. They searched bag after bag, diligently tryinng to find a bandaid. They assured me that if I cut my foot off they would be equipped to handle it, but finding a small bandaid for a small blister was a bit of a challenge. Eventually they fixed me up with a bandage and some tape that worked even better than a bandaid would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature had her own plans for fireworks, and the live music ended early so Rolesville could get the man-made show going before the storm arrived. The cool breeze made us all comfortable physically while we got crinks in our neck staring at the colorful sky, but it also had me wondering where all these people were going to go if the thunder and lightening caught up with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a kid again watching the fireworks. "I love that smell," I was thinking to myself, just as a young man walking by said "I love that smell," outloud. And one really neat oval shaped burst inspired me to share a "That was cool!" with my stepson. Jinx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it back the car, and in fact back to the house for some smaller backyard fireworks, before the storm hit. All in all it was a pretty cool evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-4920500295458738791?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/4920500295458738791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=4920500295458738791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/4920500295458738791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/4920500295458738791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/07/small-town-fourth-of-july.html' title='Small Town Fourth of July'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-4500793923143645070</id><published>2008-06-30T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:12:20.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Time for Big Brother!</title><content type='html'>Yes, summer is here! And my favorite reality show! What's better than the show? &lt;a href="http://bbdish.blogspot.com/"&gt;BBDish&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Caroyln's blog 3 seasons ago, and I'm positively addicted. Last season (yes, the wierd winter season) I broke down and ordered Showtime so I could see the after hours shows, but honestly, they pale in comparison to Carolyn's blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making apologies for my addiction to Big Brother. It's one of (several) shows that my daughter and I really enjoy watching together, and it is definitely the only reality show I'd consider making an appearance myself. Well, maybe not the only one...I've always wanted to be on Wheel of Fortune :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it helps that summer is so dull on tv. I mean, I like some of the cable stuff--Army Wives is kind of cool. It was last year anyway. I keep thinking it will get better this year. And that new one, In Plain Sight (hope I spelled all that correctly) seems good so far. But mostly I can skip summer tv, and by the time Big Brother airs, I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem so far had been that Camille is the only other person I know who pays attention to BB. This year my best friend, Jackie, promises to watch. It will be interesting to have another member of the audience to discuss things with in real life...but I'm sure it won't keep me away from the &lt;a href="http://bbdish.blogspot.com/"&gt;dish&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-4500793923143645070?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/4500793923143645070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=4500793923143645070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/4500793923143645070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/4500793923143645070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-time-for-big-brother.html' title='Almost Time for Big Brother!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-7631589682912787629</id><published>2008-06-27T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:03:26.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Hubs</title><content type='html'>I had a blast writing hubs yesterday. First, I woke up with an idea in my mind, and I woke up early enough to actually write and publish it before my work day started. I've read that some of the best money-making hubs are product reviews, but other than books, I just wasn't finding much inspiration....until yesterday. Find out why &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/I-Love-My-Wireless-Headset-Product-Review-Plantronics-CS50"&gt;I love my headset&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I was browsing HubPages's "requests" and noticed one asking what happens when someone got struck by lightening. I grabbed the phone and called my sister Julia to interview her. She told me to call my other sister, Deborah, who was an eye-witness. Between the two of them, a fun story emerged. Find out what happened &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/hub/What-Happened-When-My-Sister-Got-Struck-My-Lightening"&gt;when Julia got struck by lightening&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm anixously waiting for the next inspiration! Let me know if you have any ideas for me :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-7631589682912787629?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/7631589682912787629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=7631589682912787629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7631589682912787629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7631589682912787629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-latest-hubs.html' title='My Latest Hubs'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5259731536712551392</id><published>2008-06-23T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:33:25.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is Away from Home</title><content type='html'>My baby has left home for a whole week. Okay, my "baby" is sixteen, but she's out-of-state with a bunch of strangers! Okay, the "strangers" are all from her Dad's church. One of the by-products of divorce and co-parenting is that I have to trust his and her judgement more than I might if we shared all of the same activities and acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I whined about not seeing her for a week and hugged her goodbye, she laughed at me and reminded me she had been away for a week at church camp once. "But you were still in NC and I could come get you if I needed to," I told her. She is all the way in Alabama, and when she called me at almost 11 last night, the distance really sank in when she told me they are in a different time zone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group is on a mission trip, helping with home repairs. She wasn't sure of the details but said she knew they would be building a handicap ramp and doing some deck work. Her packing list required a hammer, screw drivers and a toolbelt, and suggested they wear long pants to work. My baby, doing hard labor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for her, really, but this is just another milestone reminding me how fast the years have gone, how fast the next few will fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5259731536712551392?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5259731536712551392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5259731536712551392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5259731536712551392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5259731536712551392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-baby-is-away-from-home.html' title='My Baby is Away from Home'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-8466030882566438114</id><published>2008-06-21T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:12:49.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas are Unlucky?</title><content type='html'>How did I not know this? Apparently bananas bring bad luck to fisherman. A quick google search will give you all the theories, so I won't try to recap, but how did I not know this? I've fished all my life and I don't remember anyone ever telling me that bananas were bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered in today's surfing that chicken bones are good luck. DauDau always brought fried chicken on our fishing trips, so maybe that explains her fishing success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are headed to the Outer Banks in a few weeks and meanwhile, I think I'll do a little fishing superstition research. It can't hurt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-8466030882566438114?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/8466030882566438114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=8466030882566438114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8466030882566438114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8466030882566438114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/06/bananas-are-unlucky.html' title='Bananas are Unlucky?'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-7333825735802103050</id><published>2008-06-15T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:09:12.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Good: The Secret</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in my garage, in the relative cool, chillin', enjoying my Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a nice weekend--low-key but nice. Friday night with friends and a good d.j. at O'Dwyers, Saturday night visiting friends (Ginger &amp;amp; Louie), and today while Ken watched the race, I ventured to the book store with my dear friend Jackie. I limited myself to one book....more on that later. We had a late lunch at Champs after our browsing at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, and I have to admit (apologies to Jackie) I didn't "feel" so good while at lunch. I've had a cold. Not the worst cold I've ever had but aggrevating nonetheless, and that's probably all that was holding me back. I did enjoy visiting and the food was pretty good :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookstores have traditionally gotten me in trouble. It is so hard resist everything that catches my eye, and as an avid reader, everything catches my eye! I started with the New Release section, intending to select a title that would prompt me to write a Book Review for my &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineaneblog/profile/dineane"&gt;HubPages&lt;/a&gt;.  But I can grab a good novel at the library. While I used to collect novels, especially signed copies written by Southern writers, I now prefer to check things out at the library first, and then buy them if I'm sure I'll read them again. So I browsed back and forth between the novels, the self-help section, the New Age titles, and the bargain books. Eventually I stumbled across a copy, 30% off, of &lt;em&gt;The Secret&lt;/em&gt; by Rhonda Byrne. I've had a copy of the DVD for over a year, and while I love the movie, I cannot always hog the living room tv where the DVD player resides. I've wanted a copy of the book for a while. I got back home today and devoured every word, finishing the book in about 4 hours, with a few breaks to check in on the race, eat some dinner, and put a few dishes in the dish washer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Secret&lt;/em&gt; has had a lot of hype and accommpanying criticism since it's release. Too bad. It never ceases to inspire me. I know the impact it has had in my life in the last year, and the impact of similar works and focus on the Law of Attraction for longer than that. I know the signicance of how good I feel--right now--this second--and how good I came to realize I felt as I was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Good is a good thing! It leads to feeling EVEN BETTER. Everyone should find a tool that works for them. If you don't have one of your own already, I highly recommend &lt;em&gt;The Secret&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT charset="utf-8" type="text/javascript" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ID=V20070822/US/dinshubpag-20/8001/83130e2c-9872-40dd-aaed-dbf7a3d056e2"&gt; &lt;/SCRIPT&gt; &lt;NOSCRIPT&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fdinshubpag-20%2F8001%2F83130e2c-9872-40dd-aaed-dbf7a3d056e2&amp;Operation=NoScript"&gt;Amazon.com Widgets&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/NOSCRIPT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-7333825735802103050?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/7333825735802103050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=7333825735802103050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7333825735802103050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7333825735802103050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-good-secret.html' title='I Feel Good: The Secret'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5480440076145275657</id><published>2008-06-11T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:23:36.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preddyfest!</title><content type='html'>It was HOT! So funny, really. They moved it to June, hoping for cooler weather, and my family was so excited. I told 'em, don't jinx it! June in NC can be just as hot....maybe I jinxed it because sure enough we had 100 degree temps almost the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, time for pics...thanks, Penny--I stole them from your myspace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB4HNTkg6I/AAAAAAAAABM/NBdVSXgwVbg/s1600-h/samcasey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210796834093826978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB4HNTkg6I/AAAAAAAAABM/NBdVSXgwVbg/s320/samcasey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Casey - young star! One of the things I love most about Preddyfest is seeing all of the talented youth. She can play the heck out of that fiddle, and sing, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB4CNTkg5I/AAAAAAAAABE/bGX7g3NHOa8/s1600-h/kendin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210796748194481042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB4CNTkg5I/AAAAAAAAABE/bGX7g3NHOa8/s320/kendin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken &amp;amp; me in the golf cart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB39dTkg4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/p8AdW1DWR5U/s1600-h/penjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210796666590102402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB39dTkg4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/p8AdW1DWR5U/s320/penjk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny copying me! James signed my shirt a couple of years ago. Actually, I don't think I've ever been to Preddyfest without getting a James King autograph. Love the new gospel cd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB35NTkg3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/a4zVPe33UkY/s1600-h/jamesking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210796593575658354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB35NTkg3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/a4zVPe33UkY/s320/jamesking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James King performing. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB30tTkg2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DgAvmN1kiR4/s1600-h/campsite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210796516266247010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB30tTkg2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DgAvmN1kiR4/s320/campsite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB3wdTkg1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wMiPPd5luPQ/s1600-h/pups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210796443251802962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB3wdTkg1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wMiPPd5luPQ/s320/pups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Julie's sweet Shitzu family :-) and below, Daddy &amp;amp; Julie with the golf cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB3rdTkg0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/14r7RmMJPcE/s1600-h/dadjulie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210796357352457026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB3rdTkg0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/14r7RmMJPcE/s320/dadjulie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy getting a little practice in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB3gNTkgzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Clo__T9QUqs/s1600-h/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210796164078928690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB3gNTkgzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Clo__T9QUqs/s320/daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my favorite pic of all--me and my sistas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB3WtTkgyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZMcruwDA3hM/s1600-h/debjuldinpen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210796000870171426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB3WtTkgyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZMcruwDA3hM/s320/debjuldinpen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5480440076145275657?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5480440076145275657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5480440076145275657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5480440076145275657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5480440076145275657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/06/preddyfest.html' title='Preddyfest!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2B9KRM1VSfM/SFB4HNTkg6I/AAAAAAAAABM/NBdVSXgwVbg/s72-c/samcasey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5935194882865707121</id><published>2008-06-02T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:50:34.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling: Dreams, Busy, Preddyfest!</title><content type='html'>I had the most unsettling dreams last night! You know the ones where you are trying to wake up and get out of the dream and you just can't? And these just kept going on and on and on. I dreamed about waking up and telling Ken about the dream, and in the dream about the dream I dreamed I was touching myself and asking am I really awake, is this really happening now? and then something else horrible would start dreaming. I've never experienced a real life panic attack, but I have to imagine it is similar to these dreams. I feel like I can't breath, like I simply must wake up in order to breath, and I just can't. I talked to a friend of mine today and she said she had bad dreams last night, too. Wonder if our dreams are affected by something in the atmosphere...was it a full moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I've been way too busy at work today to dwell too much on my dreams. Of course now that I've been awake so long I don't remember many of the gory details, just the feeling of it all. I've hardly had a break today, which is good of course--we want to be busy! But I have lots to do before Thursday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thursday is &lt;a href="http://WWW.PREDDYFEST.COM"&gt;PREDDYFEST&lt;/a&gt;! I can't wait! My sister Julia and some of her friends have set up a camper and roped off an area for the rest of us. I think my dad, his wife and my step sister are coming in tomorrow; my sister Deborah is coming up from SC Wed. I have Wed off to pack and start cooking, but I know I'm going to be anxious to drive on up. Ken says 3 days is enough and he doesn't want to go until Thursday, but I'm ready now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preddyfest is a three day bluegrass festival held just outside of Franklinton. That makes is only 20 minutes away for us. We camp on the property, but Ken and I cheat. We wake up every morning and come home for a shower and a nap. The bands are awesome, but the real fun starts after the stage closes around 11 and the "amatuer" picking starts in the campground. We've been going since about year 2 or 3...8 years? Wow! My dad and Julia have been the last 3 or 4 years, and this will be Deborah's first trip. Did I say I'm excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work now...I'll try to post a detailed recap when we get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5935194882865707121?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5935194882865707121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5935194882865707121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5935194882865707121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5935194882865707121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/06/rambling-dreams-busy-preddyfest.html' title='Rambling: Dreams, Busy, Preddyfest!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-8080319610666074743</id><published>2008-05-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:07:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early Father's Day Blog</title><content type='html'>I'm terrible about taking my dad for granted. It just occurred to me--today--as I was thinking about all of the essays I've written about my grandparents, and all the mother-daughter themes I've explored in my various essays and journals, that I've never really written about my dad. And make no mistake--I love my dad! I love spending time with my dad! He is smart, witty, and entertaining. And then it hit me--I probably owe him as much as anyone for my writing interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is a storyteller. I can't even begin to compete with his storytelling capabilities, so I'm not trying to recap any of the tall tales he shares with us. But he definitely has a way with words, and while I don't share the same oral capabilites, certainly his cleverness has helped influence my writing, at least my desire to share stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you, Daddy, a big THANK YOU and early Happy Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dineane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-8080319610666074743?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/8080319610666074743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=8080319610666074743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8080319610666074743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/8080319610666074743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/05/fathers-day-blog.html' title='An Early Father&apos;s Day Blog'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-7884282808224565066</id><published>2008-05-26T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:50:09.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housecleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flylady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Eraser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean floors'/><title type='text'>What a MOP!</title><content type='html'>I'm really not trying to turn this into a house-cleaning blog, but I'm excited about this mop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT charset="utf-8" type="text/javascript" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ID=V20070822/US/dinshubpag-20/8001/0d5b995d-81b2-4598-9f68-4561e770575f"&gt; &lt;/SCRIPT&gt; &lt;NOSCRIPT&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fdinshubpag-20%2F8001%2F0d5b995d-81b2-4598-9f68-4561e770575f&amp;Operation=NoScript"&gt;Amazon.com Widgets&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/NOSCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr. Clean Magic Erasers first came out, I told everyone who would listen, "I wish they'd make a mop out of this." Well, everyone except the manufacturer :-) My kitchen floor has really stubborn scuff marks, and the only way I could get rid of them was on my hands and knees with Magic Erasers. And it's not a small kitchen floor! Needless to say, I've neglected those marks for months. Okay, years. Until today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Memorial Day cleaning like crazy, &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net"&gt;FlyLady &lt;/a&gt;crisis cleaning style. So my floor had already been quick-mopped before I went to the grocery store, but when my eye caught the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser Mop, I knew I'd be mopping again. It worked even better than I'd hoped! No hard scrubbing, just normal mopping and those scuff marks are gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate cleaning as much as I do, try this mop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-7884282808224565066?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/7884282808224565066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=7884282808224565066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7884282808224565066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/7884282808224565066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-mop.html' title='What a MOP!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-2900194118618055015</id><published>2008-05-25T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:42:44.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been BUSY!</title><content type='html'>I'm never really sure how much to write about my job online. In part I worry about accidently divulging proprietary information, and in part I worry about saying something that might offend my employer. So, in very generic terms, I've been getting busy and enjoying my job lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently involved in documenting some new processes for my team. I was asked to train for a new position as a back-up person, but it is beginning to look like the new position will be busy enough to justify two bodies. I hope it isn't too long before it is a full transition to the new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of having an improvement in "working for the man" is that I have neglected my own ventures. Today I recycled several old artices for &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_31lehtoyo5omh/profile/dineane"&gt;HubPages.&lt;/a&gt;. I also learned I've actually earned a few pennies! I really haven't worked very hard on the backlinking part of this process. I need to update my "social networking" accounts and start spending more time on forums where people might be interested in my articles. It is nice to see that even without such effort, my articles are generating a little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost as blurry-eyed after today's writing flurry as I have been every night this week. I had the late shift, and with the new job stuff, I've really had pretty concentrated work in front of the computer. I think I'll call it a day now and spend a little time in front of that other screen...watching the race :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-2900194118618055015?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/2900194118618055015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=2900194118618055015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2900194118618055015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2900194118618055015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-been-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve Been BUSY!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5381180141027709342</id><published>2008-05-17T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:27:39.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy</title><content type='html'>Privacy Policy for http://dineane.blogspot.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you require any more information or have any questions about our privacy policy, please feel free to contact us by email at dineane@embarqmail.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At http://dineane.blogspot.com/, the privacy of our visitors is of extreme importance to us. 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More detailed information about cookie management with specific web browsers can be found at the browsers' respective websites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5381180141027709342?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5381180141027709342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5381180141027709342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/05/privacy.html' title='Privacy'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5585319721252761302</id><published>2008-05-07T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:25:17.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiffy Garage!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my sister, Julia, my fishing rods are nice and neat instead of piled hap-hazardly in a milk crate. She didn't have to work today, and almost as soon as she finished the first cup of coffee, she said, "I need something productive to do today. I think I'm going to make Ken a fishing rod holder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a bit of scrap wood left from a job, and she pulled out her tools and started sawing and drilling and pounding, and I have a very clever organizer in the corner of my garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her after I saw the finished product, I wish we had taken before and after photos--maybe I could have written a how-to article for hubpages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can describe it...As I said, it's in the corner. Ahhhh...nevermind. I can't explain it right now, without her help. Suffice it to say, Ken just got home and gave a nod of approval!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5585319721252761302?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5585319721252761302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5585319721252761302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5585319721252761302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5585319721252761302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/05/spiffy-garage.html' title='Spiffy Garage!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-9039745232000541051</id><published>2008-05-05T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:14:36.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd Dreams!</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend--out late every night, lots of company, good food, plenty of beer :-) Sunday was our recovery day. We slept in and then napped, so we expected to have a hard time sleeping Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 am, the smoke detector woke us up...well, the adults anyway. Ken and I jumped out of bed and headed down the stairs. My sister had been on the couch, unable to sleep, and she called up to reassure us, "I don't know why it's going off, there's nothing wrong." By the time we made it to the first floor, the alarm shut itself off. We did a quick inspection of all of the downstairs rooms and headed back to bed. I remembered a recent news report about smoke detectors being ineffective with children and teens and decided to check on my sleeping daughter...sure enough, she was still out cold. The noise did not wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise that I couldn't get back to sleep, huh? Disturbing enough that we seem to have a malfunctioning smoke detector, even worse that the report was true--I can't depend on the alarm to wake my daughter and step kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to remember my dreams more often when I sleep fitfully, and this was no exception. First I dreamed about my darling kitten, Lucy...well, her and a bunch of look alikes! We were living in the basement of some sort of dorm. Lucy got outside, somehow, and when I caught her, there was another kitten that looked just like her--white with a tiny grey thumbprint on her head. I scooped up both kittens and brought them inside, and considered that Ken was going to be upset we now had two kittens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there was some kind of registration for a drama class happening in our dorm basement living space, and there were FOUR look alike kittens, only one was dead, and had it's tail chopped off. There was lots of confusion with all of the people registering for the class. I was frantically trying to dust and clean, and was worried because we were not supposed to have pets in the dorm. We were all trying to figure out which kitten was Lucy, and I was beginning to worry that it was the dead cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I found myself on a "field trip" with the drama students (adults, by the way). We traveled through an area I knew, but ended in a strange destination where people's homes were situated on a series of canals. Boardwalks took the place of side walks, and residents had decorated the walkways with vairous potted plants. Some were so cluttered you could barely get down the walk, and we came to a point where you could hardly get by in the "public" section of the walkway because the plants were very closely placed cacti. My legs were full of needles and I was damaging the plants just trying to make my way through the cactus maze. A resident instructued us to use the "private" decks rather than the walkways and we came to a more open area where the canals interesected. Some of us were waiting for others to catch up when we noticed a giant snake swimming through the water. Other smaller snakes were here and there, in the water and on the boardwalks. Eventually the large snake swam up to the audience and stretched up out of the water to reveal that it was a man in costume! He gave us his sales pitch, encouraging us to hire him by the hour to freak out our friends by swimming in nearby bodies of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIERD. My sister had just found out about the death of her dog (he had been living with her former roommate) before we went to bed, so I sort of understand the part about Lucy and suspecting she was dead, but I have no idea where the rest of the craziness came from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-9039745232000541051?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/9039745232000541051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=9039745232000541051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/9039745232000541051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/9039745232000541051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/05/wierd-dreams.html' title='Wierd Dreams!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-721525958885082535</id><published>2008-05-02T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:46:50.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just posted a new &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_dineanegang/hub/Poet-Ellen-Johnston-Pops-Corks-For-Budding-Writers-at-PHS"&gt;Hub &lt;/a&gt;about one of my first award winning articles for my high school newspaper. It has me thinking about people who inspired me to write, particularly those who inspired me to write well. I'm sure I'll forget to name a few, but here's a little tribute to the first that come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I started early, though I don't remember the whys. I have a large manilla envelope full of early childhood crayon drawings, and a "book", that I gave to my grandfather, Don Campbell. DauDau, our grandmother, graciously accepted our artwork and taped it to her kitchen door, but Don saved these little gems from me in his own private collection. I received the momentos back after his death, and I don't remember anything about the specific experiences of drawing and writing those particular items for him. The fact he saved these things all those years is testament to me that he had an early influence on encouraging my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In later years, DauDau collected every article I ever had published by my our hometown weekly paper, &lt;em&gt;The Roanoke Beacon&lt;/em&gt;. I started in junior high school as reporter for my 4H Horse Club. Our high school newspaper was actually a page in the regular newspaper, and in my senior year I landed a job as feature writer for the the &lt;em&gt;Beacon&lt;/em&gt;. Today, handed down to me after my grandmother's death, that scrap book is my most comprehensive "portfolio" of my early writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much later, several high school teachers had a huge impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our freshman English teacher, Ginny Garrett, made us diagram sentences EVERY SINGLE DAY. We also journaled every day, sometimes writing about whatever we wanted, sometimes responding to prompts. Surely the daily journaling influenced by adult habits, but it is the diagraming that I appreciate more than I could ever have imagined. Often when I cannot decide for sure if something I've written is grammatically correct, I mentally visualize the diagram, the perpendicular line separating subject and verb, angled lines beneath for modifiers, etc. (I should probably sketch that last long sentence out right now and see if I need to edit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved journalism teacher, Susan Wellborn, got me used to red pens :-) I am sure I never turned in an article that didn't come back thoroughly--and expertly--scratched with copy-editing marks. I would then re-write (or type) the article using her suggestions for improvement. This practice was not only invaluable, it got me used to criticism. At least when it comes to my writing anyway ;-) And of course having weekly writing assignments also helped firm up my regular writing habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. (William?) Morgan, my advanced placement history teacher, taught us the art of the essay. Bing, Bang, and Bongo (was that it? my memory isn't so good!). My best grades in college were always earned with written assignments, and I know I owe it to Morgan's formula-driven assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had put this blog together before I re-read my article about visiting Poet Ellen Johnston, I probably would not have thought of her as an inspiration. I don't recall actually being in one of the classes she visited. But reading the article, I realized how familiar her motives seem to me. She had a drive to inspire. Deep down, I think I feel the same way. As a child, I wanted to be a writer simply because I wanted to offer others the same inspiration, the same escape into magical worlds, that other writers had given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could thank everyone who has inspired me, but I suppose the truth is that everyone has inspired me! Maybe everyone hasn't encouraged equally, but I'm grateful nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-721525958885082535?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/721525958885082535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=721525958885082535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/721525958885082535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/721525958885082535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-posted-new-hub-about-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-2803736723833277786</id><published>2008-05-01T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:41:43.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Out of Time Again!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh....I'm really having to stretch to meet my goal of blogging once a day, and I think today I'm going to miss my other goal of posting a Hub each day. I've been busier than usual at work, and we are going out tonight for Karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to double up this weekend when I have more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-2803736723833277786?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/2803736723833277786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=2803736723833277786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2803736723833277786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/2803736723833277786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-out-of-time-again.html' title='Running Out of Time Again!'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-1726095232808321435</id><published>2008-04-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:10:22.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Productive Day</title><content type='html'>After 11 and I haven't blogged! Oh my, the day got away from me. So here I am with more dribble :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed clothes, cleaned our bedroom and bath, kitchen, WORKED!, participated in a conference call for a &lt;a href="http://meetup.com"&gt;meetup&lt;/a&gt; group where I'm an assistant organizer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great on productive days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are my lazy days. They come in two flavors. Sometimes I love nothing better than sitting around watching tv, reading, browsing the internet...napping, even if I didn't get out of bed until noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other times a slow day just drains me. Depresses me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started many slow, depressing days that I have turned around with the most mundane tasks--laundry, dusting ceiling fans, mopping floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity really works, folks. And positive thinking. You have the power to change your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of this tomorrow when I wake up late. It's about time to head to bed, but I have a feeling I'm going to be up a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-1726095232808321435?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/1726095232808321435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=1726095232808321435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1726095232808321435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/1726095232808321435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/04/productive-day.html' title='A Productive Day'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-5402548204800654348</id><published>2008-04-29T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:38:20.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dribble?</title><content type='html'>I've procrastinated today. My goal, at least for my first week, is to blog everyday, but today I haven't been inspired. I did post a new &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_31lehtoyo5omh/hub/Barbecued-Snapping-Turtle" &gt;Hub&lt;/a&gt; (well, the article is recycled from one of my previous productive periods, but I plan to do a lot of that!), and I've continued to research online writing opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did what I always do when this writing bug kicks in full force...I re-read stuff I wrote long ago. I went even further back today than usual, however. I pulled a file of clips from high school. Yep. High School. And in the midst of the photocopies and yellowed newspaper clippings, I found a handful of letters--some I wrote and never mailed and a few to me from my best friend in high school and my first cousin. All were from about the same time period--probably within the same week. I referred to two major events in my life in all of the letters I wrote. One was a significant family event (I might post more details about this after I talk to my sister and have her permission). The other...my boyfriend dumped me. I was so sad. I wrote the same thing over and over to several friends: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why? I didn't even like him that much. Well, I liked him, but I didn't "love" him. So why does it hurt so much? Etc., etc.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple of times I read my young words, it was interesting. I reminisced. I laughed at my teenage self, and even toyed with the idea of sharing the letters with my 16 year old daughter. But by the third or fourth rendition of the exact same words (or at least very nearly), I was bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing has happened to me as I've reviewed my adult journals now and then. I get very frustrated with myself for saying the same things over and over, for making the same mistakes over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hinted at my fears of writing online in my first blog. I don't want to put my "dribble" out there for the world to see. And here I am, doing it anyway. But on the flip side of the boredom that repetition threatens, practice makes perfect, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, in that file folder full of words, I also found a few pieces to be proud of...a couple of award winning articles, in fact...I put that file away before I started blogging tonight, but maybe tomorrow I'll reprint them. Or maybe I'll actually come up with something new!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-5402548204800654348?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/5402548204800654348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=5402548204800654348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5402548204800654348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/5402548204800654348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/04/dribble.html' title='Dribble?'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-3415485984659930867</id><published>2008-04-28T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:47:50.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Network Marketing" method of Writing?</title><content type='html'>My friends all know I'm an Arbonne consultant. I signed up a couple of years ago, enthusiastically dreaming of the white Mercedes. Alas, the business just doesn't really seem to be for me, although I love the products, I love the people, and I've learned A LOT about myself. I'm also not automatically opposed to the MLM/network marketing method of distribution. I've read all of the pyramid scam accusations, and I do think that many MLM companies fail to recruit honestly, but overall, the pyramid in network marketing is no different than the typical corporate America organizational chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I love Arbonne's products, and I have continued to use many of them. But for the most part, my "network" perceives the products to be too expensive. And I never became completely "Arbonnized" myself, primarily due to cost. I never consistently used the supplements, though I'm sure I could benefit from them. I loved the results of the anti-aging products, but I'm lazy and inconsistent. It's pretty tough to sell something that you haven't 100% bought yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started facing the reality that I wasn't suceeding with Arbonne, I've been through a variety of self-help exercises in search of my calling. Every career test I've ever taken in my life suggests I should be a writer. So a time or two I've tried to imagine how providing a writing service could work in a network marketing model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I (sort of) found it! HubPages! I've been reading and researching all weekend, and I'm really sort of excited that this seems to be a viable way for me to earn extra money, and more importantly, to build a source of residual income. From the websites "About Us" page, "HubPages is the leading online publishing ecosystem with easy-to-use publishing tools, a vibrant author community and underlying revenue-maximizing infrastructure." The reason I'm comparing it to an MLM is because you can earn commissions from the writings of people whom you refer to the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a writer and would like to experiment with HubPages yourself, get started at &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/_31lehtoyo5omh/"&gt;HubPages&lt;/a&gt; and sign up with me! Before you start posting your own "hubs", I strongly recommend you read all of the terms and conditions, not only at HubPages but also at Google. Basically, the money-making part of this comes from Google ads that are included in your articles. I'm also looking into getting the ads on my blog, too. I hestitate to post too much detail here...first because I'm still learning, and second I want to make absolutely sure I'm not breaking any toc rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again about this subject I'm sure. I have lots to learn, but so far I'm enjoying my experiment in the world of online writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-3415485984659930867?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/3415485984659930867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=3415485984659930867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/3415485984659930867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/3415485984659930867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/04/network-marketing-method-of-writing.html' title='The &quot;Network Marketing&quot; method of Writing?'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7200672267648809891.post-443582725015883281</id><published>2008-04-27T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:23:02.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>I'm finally entering the blog world! I don't know why I've waited so long. Blogging seems like the logical endeavor for a writer, but I've resisted. I think I finally realized the cause of my resistance...it's fear, the same source of all of the procrastination in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first realized that I'm a perfectionist thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/"&gt;http://www.flylady.net/&lt;/a&gt;. I stumbled across Flylady many years ago while searching for cheap Christmas gift ideas. Somehow I landed on her crisis-cleaning article, and I was hooked. For those that don't know, the flylady website and email subscription (free, by the way) provides a managment system focused on keeping your home in working order...primarily house cleaning, meal planning, and organization. She provides encouragement and a common sense approach that worked for me, at least for a while. Part of her philosophy is that we end up with messy and cluttered homes because we are perfectionists. We feel we can't possibly get the job done "right" so we never get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few years, I've noticed this perfectionism rearing it's ugly head in so many different areas of my life, and specifically in the last year regarding my writing. I participate on several message boards but I've only posted freely and frequently in the forums where I use an anonymous handle. Even in those safe environments, I read and re-read my preview posts, second-guessing almost every word and phrase, before I press "submit". Then I read again--quickly in some cases because you can't edit after someone posts a reply on some forums--and I typically still find a typo or grammatical error that leaves me anxious and embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called myself a writer since junior high school when I was first elected as "Reporter" of my 4H club. I was already an avid reader and felt certain as I was growing up that I would be a writer, on the best-sellers list shortly out of college, making big bucks. "Starving artist" was not part of the vision. I excelled on my high school newspaper staff and started UNC-CH as a journalism student in 1984. I quickly realized that entry-level newspaper reporters earned peanuts and the dream was shattered....almost. After my daughter was born, I started my own business, publishing a monthly community magazine. Like most first-time business owners, I had a great idea but lacked the business skills to make it work. After a year and half of earning an impressive loss, I folded. Since the early 90s I've journaled, written an occassional press release, started the great American novel at least 100 times, and cranked out a ton of academic and technical pieces for my various employers. I've also edited for my mother, &lt;a href="http://www.donnacampbellsmith.com"&gt;Donna Campbell Smith&lt;/a&gt;, who has an impressive portfolio of magazine articles, four books and another book coming out this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, however, I've done little to get serious about writing. Understanding this could be a pretty boring blog, I'm about to push "Publish Post" anyway. I'm about to take the plunge into the world of online writing. Maybe no one will read my work. Maybe I'll never earn a penny. Maybe I'll have lots of negative comments and reactions. Or maybe not. Either way, who cares? I'm 41 years old. I've neglected my dream too long. I've read some pretty awful stuff on the internet....I've read some pretty awful stuff that made it to the best sellers list! I'm ready to face the fear and expose myself--typos and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7200672267648809891-443582725015883281?l=dineane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/feeds/443582725015883281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7200672267648809891&amp;postID=443582725015883281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/443582725015883281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7200672267648809891/posts/default/443582725015883281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dineane.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Dineane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17106229917604130180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2DfPJm6rII/TZJd3iZ6_fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jPEnzeA6kzI/s220/ndwprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
