<?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-3994433</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:26:49.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles Braids</title><subtitle type='html'>and I lay by a cypress
as quiet as a stone
'til the bleeding stopped
I blew the weather vane
off some old road house
I build a fire in the
skeleton back seat of an old Tucker
and I pulled on trouble's braids
--Tom Waits--</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7893614046694419068</id><published>2008-11-11T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:44:08.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notes on Men-menMen-men is my youngest's imaginary friend. At first I thought it was totally adorable, but Cassidy is far too clever a child to have an imaginary friend. I don't mean to say imaginary friends are a bad thing for a child, but in this case, where Men-men is responsible for her not eating her fruits and veggies, leaving large messes all over the house and forcing her to say things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7893614046694419068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7893614046694419068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7893614046694419068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7893614046694419068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2008/11/notes-on-men-men-men-men-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-751404115638612522</id><published>2008-11-11T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:26:19.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the ElectionCongrats America on voting in as your president a man with some brains. Its been many years since we've been able to say that. I don't know whats worse; a blunt prez or a robot prime minister.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/751404115638612522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=751404115638612522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/751404115638612522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/751404115638612522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-election-congrats-america-on-voting.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-4335758573548030876</id><published>2007-12-03T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:46:55.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Le SchoolJust finished a big research essay on Liberia and "conflict" resources. What an eye-opener and how utterly depressing. What freaked me out is that people actually believe that if we didn't have a shithole in the world to plunder our lives would be way less cushy. Stupid humans. I thought that gun runners like Victor Bout would be more responsible for the problems, but it is foreign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/4335758573548030876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=4335758573548030876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4335758573548030876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4335758573548030876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/12/le-school-just-finished-big-research.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7093157966901567313</id><published>2007-11-21T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:17:46.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts on ProcrastinationGet back to me tomorrow, k.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7093157966901567313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7093157966901567313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7093157966901567313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7093157966901567313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/11/thoughts-on-procrastination-get-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1786352427228695550</id><published>2007-11-12T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:39:08.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Wisp of WillowMet my niece in person yesterday which totally rocks. Holding a newborn in your arms brings back so many memories. The next best part of meeting Willow is talking with my sis about the awesome power of creating life. Its an exclusive club this baby making and you can try to explain to a non-parent what the deal is, but they can't grasp it beyond a concept. When you talk to another</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1786352427228695550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1786352427228695550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1786352427228695550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1786352427228695550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/11/wisp-of-willow-met-my-niece-in-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5387694472931073992</id><published>2007-11-10T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:38:00.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr Prime MinisterRecently I had to take part in an "re-enactment" of the 1968 French demonstrations that nearly saw the government of France toppled. It almost worked, but when crunch time came the protesters missed their moment with no clear plan of what to do next. I got to play Prime Minister Pompidou and scored one of the highest marks in the class. When asked how I accomplished such a high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5387694472931073992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5387694472931073992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5387694472931073992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5387694472931073992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-prime-minister-recently-i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5474070870950205283</id><published>2007-11-06T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:35:59.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back....Maybe...Who KnowI have forgotten about my blog as some have noticed. And to those who have not noticed, you aren't reading my blog anyways and therefore not reading this now, so there is no point in addressing you further. You can always count on me to throw something nonsensical into the mix. I digress. School has pretty much taken over that other part of life not inhabited by family and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5474070870950205283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5474070870950205283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5474070870950205283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5474070870950205283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-8468019109206728377</id><published>2007-08-18T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:41:46.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MehSame old Braids huh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/8468019109206728377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=8468019109206728377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8468019109206728377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8468019109206728377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/08/meh-same-old-braids-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1682998191502496915</id><published>2007-07-14T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:37:04.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When My Especial Lady Gets TiredTheo: I just watched a new episode of *insert home decor show name here* and it was amazing. They did this kitchen up so nice. I want to get a kitchen in my window like on the show.Braids: A kitchen in the window huh.Theo: Ya and the bedrooms. when they redid those they looked so much more facious.Braids: Oh more facious. Very nice.Theo: Ya and what a deal the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1682998191502496915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1682998191502496915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1682998191502496915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1682998191502496915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-my-especial-lady-gets-tired-theo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-4619551739267830351</id><published>2007-07-10T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:52:44.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I grow up...Braids: Eat your carrots, hon.Cassidy: Ok daddy I eat my carrots so I grow big like mommy?Braids: Yes.Cassidy: *cupping motion on chest* And I will grow breasts?Braids: Yea sure.Cassidy: Yea, I grow breasts like mommy and wear boulder shoulder holders.*Mrs. Braids turns beat red* Braids: Maybe not as big as mommy, kid. But, eat those carrots for sure if you want any chance at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/4619551739267830351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=4619551739267830351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4619551739267830351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4619551739267830351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-i-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-4148974130082623898</id><published>2007-07-09T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:41:56.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh no. Oh no no no.Some friends from Toronto visited us recently and stayed 3 days fully enjoying themselves. When it came time to leave I drove our friend and her 5 yr old daughter to Hamilton to catch the GO train back to Toronto. As we neared the GO Centre in Downtown Hamilton we were treated to a grown man deficating on the sidewalk. You might think this is too gross a thing to post on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/4148974130082623898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=4148974130082623898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4148974130082623898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4148974130082623898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7643994231775471568</id><published>2007-06-21T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:03:00.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Scholastic Clusterfuck ExperienceI deleted the long version because nobody would read it. I know I wouldn't if I weren't me. Long story short: I got rejected, felt very upset, called to question decision, all spots filled, I demand appeal, no appeal allowed as spots are full, I demand to know why I was not accepted, application is checked and am told incomplete, I say it was complete, they say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7643994231775471568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7643994231775471568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7643994231775471568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7643994231775471568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-scholastic-clusterfuck-experience-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7450722586518670823</id><published>2007-06-13T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:13:51.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paradise Lost?Where I live is an eden. I have little cottontail bunnies roaming around. Squirrels hopping over my feet as I rest on a chair near the pool. Robins who just left the nest on our deck a month ago chirping on our fence. Grackles grabbing drinks of water from our pool when it is unattended. And that my friends is the beautiful fantasy. The reality? Cottontails are eating our garden. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7450722586518670823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7450722586518670823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7450722586518670823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7450722586518670823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/06/paradise-lost-where-i-live-is-eden.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-273035322073334358</id><published>2007-05-29T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T14:51:04.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fare Thee Well, CharlesCharles Nelson Riley passed away last Friday at the age of 76. I grew up watching him on tv Saturday mornings on the kids show H. R. Puff 'N Stuff. With his openly gay persona he was years ahead of his time and most likely his career suffered due to this. Over the top sporting big glasses and ascots he was never without a double-entendres for his audience.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/273035322073334358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=273035322073334358&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/273035322073334358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/273035322073334358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/05/fare-thee-well-charles-charles-nelson.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RlxyTQRIY3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9EhezhypH6Y/s72-c/peace_53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-4345578888618358726</id><published>2007-05-29T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:53:00.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FacebookFollowing the lead of my darling sister, I signed up for facebook. It's freaking me out. I think I prefer a modicum of anonymity with the blog over airing it all out on facebook. Maybe if I was drunk I would like it more. We shall see.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/4345578888618358726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=4345578888618358726&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4345578888618358726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4345578888618358726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/05/facebook-following-lead-of-my-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3182291093178497415</id><published>2007-05-22T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:57:48.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to Properly Excuse Yourself from DinnerBraids: Cassidy, stop watching the movie. It's time for supper.Cassidy: Uh Dad, I'm not so hungry. I'm feeling a little gassy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3182291093178497415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3182291093178497415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3182291093178497415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3182291093178497415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-properly-excuse-yourself-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5952566499785338074</id><published>2007-05-21T01:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:15:38.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the EnvironmentI would like to write about issues of environmental import to our world, but then most of you wouldn't read it anyways.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5952566499785338074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5952566499785338074&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5952566499785338074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5952566499785338074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-environment-i-would-like-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-976937466597504192</id><published>2007-05-18T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:03:36.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geriatrich WisdomSee, we are having company over this long weekend. Mother-in-law, brother-in-law with his girlfriend and the dogs. Seeing as how my wife's family isn't all that enamoured with me anyways, I thought this would be a good time to build that addition to the fence. I am picking up my building supplies shortly and should be busy most of the weekend and my wife won't say a thing because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/976937466597504192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=976937466597504192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/976937466597504192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/976937466597504192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/05/geriatrich-wisdom-see-we-are-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-9209652411154216697</id><published>2007-05-16T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:04:11.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Troubled YouthMy wife, being a teacher, keeps me in the loop about the goings-on of today's youth. Yesterday she told me about a teen boy who was found in his garage dead hanging from a noose. It was first thought to be a suicide, but it cam to light that this boy and his friends often played "pass-out". Not the drinking game I played in my youth. No no. This game consists of cutting off airflow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/9209652411154216697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=9209652411154216697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/9209652411154216697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/9209652411154216697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/05/troubled-youth-my-wife-being-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3251194205635738113</id><published>2007-04-30T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:50:39.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Bligh Upon HumanityI can talk movies all day long. You want to talk contemporary film, I can do that, although my fave era is that of the black and white film. Bogart, Bacall, Hepburn, Tracy. Flynn, Turner, Stewart, O'Hara. Grant, I can go on for a lot longer. I tend to give directors more importance in film over the last 20 years than I do prior whereas I tend to celebrate the celebrities of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3251194205635738113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3251194205635738113&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3251194205635738113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3251194205635738113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/04/bligh-upon-humanity-i-can-talk-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RjYQKjQt5_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/fRNGD5ZoUfI/s72-c/laughton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-8052528254689132556</id><published>2007-04-25T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:13:15.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rekindling the InfluenceMy darling sister posted on her blog about the Beatles to which I had to respond. When I started writing I remembered a movie (mockumentary) called "The Rutles" that I had watched ages ago and since have always equated the two "groups" together. Best viewed (if memory serves) under the influence of some form of narcotic (not the sleepy stuff) I wonder if it is as funny now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/8052528254689132556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=8052528254689132556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8052528254689132556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8052528254689132556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/04/rekindling-influence-my-darling-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/Ri-oNTQt5-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FxIS7FQOoWc/s72-c/rutles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5576440655553684296</id><published>2007-04-21T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T12:57:25.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Does One CopePeople ask me all the time "Braids, how does one cope with this world and all the horrible things people do"? I have no answer to these types of questions other than producing a copy of this picture and stating "It aint that bad at all my friend".Notra Tom II and Madelaine: Purple hair is pretty.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5576440655553684296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5576440655553684296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5576440655553684296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5576440655553684296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-does-one-cope-people-ask-me-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RipBq6YCxoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DKXTL9fd7H4/s72-c/NTandMad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7060411234059409262</id><published>2007-04-16T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:01:32.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guns 'R' USPlease don't misinterpret this post as making light of the shooting spree at Virginia Tech. These are senseless horrid events and I wish we had the ability to go back in time and wipe out these murderers before they could kill our brothers, sisters, children, parents, loved ones. It is just the responses by administration that freak me out."Today, the university was struck with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7060411234059409262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7060411234059409262&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7060411234059409262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7060411234059409262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/04/guns-r-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1493843739417177269</id><published>2007-04-12T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:25:10.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Chronosynclastic InfundibulumGoodbye Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Thank you for creating a place where all the truths funnelled together and fit for even a brief period. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1493843739417177269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1493843739417177269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1493843739417177269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1493843739417177269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/04/chronosynclastic-infundibulum-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/Rh6HeoTSh6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Jqlb0sbVkqs/s72-c/kurt_vonnegut_detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2197195851981072877</id><published>2007-04-03T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T13:55:35.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's All HappeningI have applied to transfer schools from York U. to Laurier and so far everything looks good. Laurier has a campus in Brantford which is close to us so the commute will be done over the course of the next few years. One year and I have my degree and another for teachers college. When I picked up my youngest this afternoon I sat waiting for her teacher to escort her out and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2197195851981072877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2197195851981072877&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2197195851981072877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2197195851981072877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-all-happening-i-have-applied-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-266998182509652376</id><published>2007-03-31T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:42:13.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He Was Kilgore TroutAlbert Finney is one of my favourite actors of all time. He has played many roles and while he may not be as versatile as some others he is a damn great character actor. Funny thing is I always forget his name. We could sit down and name our favourite actors and his name would be at the tip of my tongue, but I most likely wouldn't come up with it. I would name a few standby's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/266998182509652376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=266998182509652376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/266998182509652376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/266998182509652376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-was-kilgore-trout-albert-finney-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/Rg7jUF_AWoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VyJP-xKE9e0/s72-c/albert_finney3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5396333374341647603</id><published>2007-03-26T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:09:55.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Night at the LighthouseThe Lighthouse is our theatre here in Port Dover. It's actually the nicest theatre in the entire area and is home annually to many productions. For the last seven years near the end of March a variety show is put on consisting of students from our High school, Public School and Catholic School. The students at each of their schools perform in a variety show and are picked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5396333374341647603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5396333374341647603&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5396333374341647603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5396333374341647603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/03/night-at-lighthouse-lighthouse-is-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RgfwFUwMunI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Pw1dIPWSX6g/s72-c/2007_0324KJ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7959302457071509847</id><published>2007-03-22T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:42:33.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InsomniaWednesday 2:46am.Theo: Honey, wake up!Troubles: Huh whaaa. Wassa madder? Wassa madder?Theo: I'm sorry to wake you up, but I can't sleep.Troubles: Oh. Ummmm. I can.Back to bed at 5:12am.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7959302457071509847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7959302457071509847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7959302457071509847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7959302457071509847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/03/insomnia-wednesday-246am.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7978644658449590561</id><published>2007-03-20T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T09:03:38.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sign of the TimesPaying for jobs. This is my new fixation. I am amazed at the lack of any outpouring denouncing this practice. Monster, Workopolis and Apply-to-teach all are "services" that hit you up for money so you can get a job. In the case of Apply-to-teach, you have people coming out of University/Teachers College who are mostly loaded down with debt from student loans and living expenses </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7978644658449590561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7978644658449590561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7978644658449590561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7978644658449590561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/03/sign-of-times-paying-for-jobs.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7486847083850992480</id><published>2007-03-18T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:21:12.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adventures With TheoSo I drive Theo's mom to Hamilton so she can catch the GO bus back to Toronto. Theo escorts her mom into the station along with Rain while Cassidy and I sit waiting in the car. After an eternity Theo and Rain return to the car and we are off to visit a friend and former colleague of Theo's. Joanne and her husband Chris had twins 6 months ago and moved to Hamilton from Toronto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7486847083850992480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7486847083850992480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7486847083850992480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7486847083850992480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/03/adventures-with-theo-so-i-drive-theos.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3369150646721881621</id><published>2007-03-13T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:17:00.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F &amp; FOne of the great things about living in a small town relatively close to Toronto is that visiting is never an issue. What's even nicer is that we rarely have to do any of the visiting. We get to entertain and that's just great by me. Our friends Mario and Darlene and their daughter Hannah came for a visit the last few days. Last night after the kids were put to bed we stayed up until 2am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3369150646721881621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3369150646721881621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3369150646721881621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3369150646721881621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/03/f-f-one-of-great-things-about-living-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-4338289735251086632</id><published>2007-03-05T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T08:30:15.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At Wars EndOur Eve online war is over. We handed them their asses. More like some of the other guys in our Corp did. I was far too sick to be of any use this weekend. Two days of fever left me often too tired to do anything but sleep and watch the idiot box. All this during our three day weekend. Yea that was fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/4338289735251086632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=4338289735251086632&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4338289735251086632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4338289735251086632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-wars-end-our-eve-online-war-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1982185458576621378</id><published>2007-03-01T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:50:30.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Like a LionThe school just called to tell me they are closing up and sending the kids home due to the weather. I love snowdays. My wife will be home soon too. Looks like it's time to bundle up and go tobogganing. Hopefully this storm lasts and they close tomorrow too. Ahhhh a three day weekend. Sweet! I'm still a kid.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1982185458576621378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1982185458576621378&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1982185458576621378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1982185458576621378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-like-lion-school-just-called-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2092314275127443374</id><published>2007-02-26T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:56:26.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frozen in TimeWas thinking of some moments in my life that bring me great joy. The first time I saw my wife which was the precise moment I fell in love with her. Saturday night hockey games with my Grandfather who spoiled me rotten. Watching my sister walk down the "aisle" with "Rain Song" playing in the background. Assisting on a goal for a young kid who had never scored a goal and seeing the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2092314275127443374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2092314275127443374&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2092314275127443374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2092314275127443374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/frozen-in-time-was-thinking-of-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/ReLkhw3XmeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tDT3oeIEuig/s72-c/2007_0224Image0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-33105165364499917</id><published>2007-02-23T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:59:52.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kissing and HousesRain: I wish us kids could be more grown up about things. I mean everybody knows that kissing is gross, but I really want to kiss Graham.Dad: Uh oh.And...Cassidy: Rain has her house of swimming and painting. Mommy has her house of flowers. Daddy, you have your house of hockey. And I have my house of happy meals with no sauce.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/33105165364499917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=33105165364499917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/33105165364499917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/33105165364499917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/kissing-and-houses-rain-i-wish-us-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3484652775880324856</id><published>2007-02-21T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:16:21.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's WarWar has been declared against our Corp on Eve Online. The galaxy will not be the same. Oh how I long for a simpler time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3484652775880324856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3484652775880324856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3484652775880324856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3484652775880324856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-war-war-has-been-declared-against.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RdxiOw3XmbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zQ-o76PDXBY/s72-c/EVE_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3268885859528862586</id><published>2007-02-18T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:08:09.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dinner Conversations IICassidy screams and begins crying. Leaves her chair and sits with her mother, finger raised to signify the culprit of her tears. She calms down a minute later trying to laugh again.Cassidy: Hey, don't bite down on that. Hahaha.Dad: Did you bite your finger by accident?Cassidy: No.Dad: Cassidy, did you bite your finger?Cassidy: No the teeth done it. Bad teeth. Bad teeth. Say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3268885859528862586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3268885859528862586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3268885859528862586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3268885859528862586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinner-conversations-ii-cassidy-screams.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7173155714078789827</id><published>2007-02-18T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:02:25.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dinner ConversationsCassidy: Mom, your husband got blue eyes.Mom: Yes he does.Cassidy: And he's a dog owner.Mom: Yes. He has blue eyes and is a dog owner. You know a lot about my husband.Cassidy: His dog is a girl. Is she going to marry another dog?Mom: Dogs don't marry, honey. Only people marry.Cassidy: Yes she will. She's going to marry Prince Wow-wow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7173155714078789827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7173155714078789827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7173155714078789827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7173155714078789827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinner-conversations-cassidy-mom-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3725419318069312811</id><published>2007-02-16T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:06:18.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family SpamI have an Aunt in Northern Ontario and an Uncle in Alberta who daily send me emails in substantial amounts. To top it off, they send each other emails so I very often get them sending me the same messages. Further more, the content (animals dressed in suits, painted, sitting in baskets or shoes, redneck jokes, blonde jokes, racist jokes) is mostly horrible. Case in point; my Uncle sent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3725419318069312811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3725419318069312811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3725419318069312811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3725419318069312811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/family-spam-i-have-aunt-in-northern.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-8840426972845831296</id><published>2007-02-12T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T12:48:53.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bones and CapMy sister had been visiting for a few days before her Cap came for the weekend. We laughed a lot, ate some really good food (the salmon sausage pasta and cheeses were awesome), went skating and gamed a little. And, you know when you have visitors, there comes that point where you want them to leave? Well, we never reached that point and the house is a little too quiet today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/8840426972845831296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=8840426972845831296&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8840426972845831296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8840426972845831296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/bones-and-cap-my-sister-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3402232161211326531</id><published>2007-02-08T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:36:48.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The VisitorWe have a visitor here in our groovy love pad. She eats all our fruit (bananas especially the litte monkey) most of the chicken pie and a good helping of our homemade pizza. She makes my girls squeal in delight while they invent new fart jokes. She has been made an honourary child by the girls as they have christened our guest with Sir Rex the Very Large (our biggest stuffed animal) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3402232161211326531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3402232161211326531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3402232161211326531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3402232161211326531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/visitor-we-have-visitor-here-in-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-47673251937652182</id><published>2007-02-05T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T07:55:39.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After Dinner QueryOur eight year old approached my wife and I while sitting at the table post supper.Rain: Hey Mom and Dad, you know Vivaldi's "Four Seasons"?*Quick looks of surprise are traded between Mom and Dad*Mom: Uh, yes.Rain: How does "Spring" go again?*With jaws agape*Mom: We forget. Why don't you go put it on the cd player.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/47673251937652182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=47673251937652182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/47673251937652182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/47673251937652182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-dinner-query-our-eight-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3492799731363589769</id><published>2007-02-03T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:35:03.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Klaus CallCompletely heartbroken and inebriated to the point of being reckless and likely to find trouble in numbers I drag my butt into Zak's (not knowing what it's called these days) which is my third or fourth bar of the night. Miserable and surly I grab a seat at the bar and too loudly tell Klaus to give me a beer. He complies as I more slurp than drink the beer while writing illegible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3492799731363589769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3492799731363589769&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3492799731363589769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3492799731363589769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/klaus-call-completely-heartbroken-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1510342503286366396</id><published>2007-02-02T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:24:19.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fathers and DaughtersCassidy: I'm not your father, daddy. I am a daughter.Dad: Yea, that's right.Cassidy: Yea, I'm a daughter. I'm your daughter, daddy. Mommies not a daddy. Mommies a mommy.Dad: Yes, that's right. Mommy is a mommy.Cassidy: And your Rain's daddy too.Dad: It's 50-50 there kid.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1510342503286366396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1510342503286366396&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1510342503286366396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1510342503286366396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/02/fathers-and-daughters-cassidy-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1683223279360456414</id><published>2007-01-30T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:24:34.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freaks Me OutIt freaks me out, to varying degrees, how the majority of female celebrities are made into sex objects. I mean besides Paris Hilton and Brittany Spears (are they really celebrities?) flashing (bombarding?) us their naughty bits which falls into the category of "those women who cater to the lowest common denominator". I am talking about the Norah Jones, Diana Krall, Scarlet Johannson </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1683223279360456414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1683223279360456414&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1683223279360456414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1683223279360456414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/freaks-me-out-it-freaks-me-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1618386439592498906</id><published>2007-01-26T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:59:36.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eve(L) OnlineMy charismatic brother-in-law told me about this game (Eve online) at a time when I was searching for a new diversion. Now? I am mainlining Eve straight into my brain. It's so addictive that i really should quit playing. He was right; I just might lose my wife over this game.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1618386439592498906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1618386439592498906&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1618386439592498906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1618386439592498906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/evel-online-my-charismatic-brother-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RbpAzjcW1pI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DCGjBRdc8iw/s72-c/EVE_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1934672729492271451</id><published>2007-01-23T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:09:34.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hot ChocolatePowder into the the cups "Can we play on your dads computer" three spoons "No, he's working on it" seven marshmallows "My mom threw out my jens cuz they was ripped" remove kettle from burner "Let's play petshop toys" carefully pouring the water into each cup "Mrs. Dingleman is such a mean teacher. I like Mr. Anger" Stir it well so no chocolate bumps are present "When we used to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1934672729492271451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1934672729492271451&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1934672729492271451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1934672729492271451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/hot-chocolate-powder-into-the-cups-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7761926076972705038</id><published>2007-01-19T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:42:40.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTFI hate to even admit this, but I got this sent to me via email. What the fuck is wrong with people. If anyone should be hunted and shot as prey it's people who make this shit up. For fuck sakes, think about it. You are talking about human beings. I am so pissed off.Post edited!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7761926076972705038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7761926076972705038&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7761926076972705038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7761926076972705038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/wtf-i-hate-to-even-admit-this-but-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1731301022451310058</id><published>2007-01-18T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:26:51.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday MuhammadYesterday was the 65th birthday of Muhammad Ali. A great fighter, but more importantly a great man. During a time of heated racial tension and prejudice, Ali spoke his mind saying things that other black man would have been or were killed for. His stance against the Vietnam war, while many felt unpatriotic, was yet another example of his showing his passion and fortitude </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1731301022451310058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1731301022451310058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1731301022451310058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1731301022451310058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-muhammad-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/Ra-P5gZhRrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bl0sOa4jPmw/s72-c/ali-muhammad-greatest-4900222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-8245591439597442634</id><published>2007-01-16T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:05:45.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life LessonsSometimes things just seem so ducky that we become oblivious to our surroundings.Enjoy that moment for you never know what lurks just out of sight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/8245591439597442634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=8245591439597442634&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8245591439597442634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8245591439597442634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-lessons-sometimes-things-just-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/Ra0g6gZhRpI/AAAAAAAAADw/BDl_sd9KSwY/s72-c/2007_0116Image0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3307759759126741777</id><published>2007-01-15T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:16:00.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ice Day in Dover</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3307759759126741777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3307759759126741777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3307759759126741777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3307759759126741777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/ice-day-in-dover.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RavEpAZhRoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IVlAE89Juqk/s72-c/2007_0115Image0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5825782892627001064</id><published>2007-01-12T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:00:29.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sports BanterWhile I still enjoy watching a game the hype up to it can often drive me nuts. Football "panelists" especially going off about how this guy is going to play better now that his divorce is final or how this defence has to turn it around to have a chance yadda yadda blah. Seriously, get stoned one night and watch a sports discussion show. I did a few years back and watched "That's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5825782892627001064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5825782892627001064&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5825782892627001064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5825782892627001064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/sports-banter-ivanka-trump-wtf-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1564499527125547567</id><published>2007-01-11T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:31:37.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IrrevesibleI had heard some of the discussion following this movies premiere at the Toronto Film Fest in 2002. A large part of the discussion dealt with a scene where a woman is brutally raped which went on longer than some people felt neccessary. I did not see the movie until 2006 by which time I had forgotten all about the stir it had caused. The story is told in reverse chronological order </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1564499527125547567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1564499527125547567&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1564499527125547567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1564499527125547567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/irrevesible-i-had-heard-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/Rab7PQZhRiI/AAAAAAAAACc/QoRFHLA8wT8/s72-c/t33629qbcq2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5235020037198988864</id><published>2007-01-11T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T09:01:22.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Politics 101Ignore the words and pay attention to the actions. Do not assign emotions to politicians for they assign none to you. Government officials recieve the bulk of their campaign donations from big business. Do not assume that those donations do not come with a price tag. Military campaigns rarely have anything to do with religion or goodwill. They are constructed to help attain more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5235020037198988864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5235020037198988864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5235020037198988864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5235020037198988864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/politics-101-ignore-words-and-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7250323470994691911</id><published>2007-01-09T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:42:23.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look Out PicassoMy youngest said she missed me when she went with her mom and sister to Toronto. She gave me this picture "Here Dad. I make this picture for you. Oh I love you, Dad. That's my big boy."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7250323470994691911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7250323470994691911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7250323470994691911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7250323470994691911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-out-picasso-my-youngest-said-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RaOpt85Uq5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/WSGWoYC_M0c/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1798426538924037529</id><published>2007-01-08T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:38:49.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yet Another Talented Canuck Band (Elliott Brood)It sucks that mainstream media focuses its attention on pop acts that sing the same stuff over and over when there are talented bands out there like Elliott Brood, Rogue Wave, The Arcade Fire, Lou Barlow etc... On the other hand, it kind of makes a music lover smile when they can dig up some music. It's almost like going on a treasure hunt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1798426538924037529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1798426538924037529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1798426538924037529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1798426538924037529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/yet-another-talented-canuck-band-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7469583253069415894</id><published>2007-01-08T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:17:59.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the Kids Had to SayTheo and the girls spent the night at her mom's. In the morning my three beauties were going to the pool, but Theo's mom (Stefka) had other ideas and delayed them by panicking over nothing (which she and her exhusband are masters of) and guilting her daughter into taking more useless stuff home with her.Theo: Mom, I am not taking that bag of stuff. You give it to me only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7469583253069415894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7469583253069415894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7469583253069415894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7469583253069415894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-kids-had-to-say-theo-and-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3221199520069928922</id><published>2007-01-06T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:14:31.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home AloneMy lovely wife is away with our two beautiful children for a few days visiting family in Toronto. Lovely and beautiful for I am all alone which means the toilet seats are up, the dishes are in the sink and I am absolutely stuffed on junk food. Mmmmm, homemade pizza, donuts, M &amp; M's. I feel so fat and happy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3221199520069928922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3221199520069928922&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3221199520069928922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3221199520069928922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/home-alone-my-lovely-wife-is-away-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-4003599031111316942</id><published>2007-01-03T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T14:10:21.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movie Star AspirationsYou move to a soundtrack. You are hip and new, mellow with an edge with a good old light classic for an ending. Formulaic, yet done in a way that screams fresh and new with a twist. You begin dull, yet there is a creepy undertone that draws us in. You have us waiting. Are you a doomed character, about to witness or be subjected to a human crime, or are you an accomplice, are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/4003599031111316942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=4003599031111316942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4003599031111316942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4003599031111316942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2007/01/movie-star-aspirations-you-move-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5326055194284167485</id><published>2006-12-31T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:20:31.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As 12:00 am ApproachesI want to wish everyone a happy new year now in case I pass out in the next few minutes. I am sick. So very sick. I just want to get drunk and crash cars. No pity replies please. Just be good to yourselves and I thank you for being in my life. Make a resolution you have a chance of keeping and try to do something nice for a loved one today like fetching them a barf bucket or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5326055194284167485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5326055194284167485&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5326055194284167485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5326055194284167485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-1200-am-approaches-i-want-to-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2408809331472165597</id><published>2006-12-26T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T09:37:51.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Godfather of SoulJames Brown has died at 73. His heart gave out under the stress of severe pneumonia early Christmas morning. Many will remember him for his troubled times during the 80's and 90's for his arrests involving drug possession, firearms violations and domestic violence which tarnished an otherwise stellar career. When Martin Luther King was assasinated and riots broke out, it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2408809331472165597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2408809331472165597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2408809331472165597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2408809331472165597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/godfather-of-soul-james-brown-has-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RZEu9kJsvVI/AAAAAAAAACE/nQrdCzmir6M/s72-c/160_ap_james_brown_05_06122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-6940987425805781481</id><published>2006-12-24T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:37:56.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One For the "Ladies"This is for all you guys out there that are stuck with no gift for that special someone in your life. When diamonds or other extravagant gifts just don't relate your feelings of how you feel about her. If you really have that desire to show her how you really feel, perhaps this is a gift you should consider.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/6940987425805781481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=6940987425805781481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6940987425805781481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6940987425805781481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-for-ladies-this-is-for-all-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-8429667143913800520</id><published>2006-12-22T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:25:46.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Magic MomentsIt was 1992 at Buckeye Lake, Ohio where I was attending a Grateful Dead concert that I met Vernon. At Dead concerts there were very often areas sectioned off where people sold/bartered wares which was called Shakedown Street. I wasn't feeling all that great so I lay down on a patch of grass in the shade. People walked by me asking if I was alright to which I responded I was fine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/8429667143913800520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=8429667143913800520&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8429667143913800520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8429667143913800520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/magic-moments-it-was-1992-at-buckeye.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5543919980286730335</id><published>2006-12-21T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:00:33.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Morning In the LifeIt's 8:10am, my girls are not yet dressed and their bus will arrive at 8:25am. They have two speeds: slow and stop. Rain is trying to push clothes for Cass under the bathroom door. Cass is yelling from the bathroom "No, not that one". I open the door to see Cass in nothing but underwear attempting to pull a shirt over her head. I take her into the den to her dresser and find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5543919980286730335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5543919980286730335&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5543919980286730335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5543919980286730335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/morning-in-life-its-810am-my-girls-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-8764520364010036630</id><published>2006-12-20T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T13:09:26.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VerificationI always get the craziest verification codes. You might see a code like trggui or xzvcdd, but not me. Mine are always defjgtoddlqokalesjxnhdui and zlxkpqaivuyfjdtg. And not that easy to read lettering either. The ones I am presented with require inspection and concentration and I must recheck to make sure I have it right which very often it isn't. I have pissed off a few people in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/8764520364010036630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=8764520364010036630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8764520364010036630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8764520364010036630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/verification-i-always-get-craziest.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2481336960068617569</id><published>2006-12-19T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:39:20.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fruitcake LadyThis may be old hat for you people, but it's the first I heard of her. Thought she was cute.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2481336960068617569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2481336960068617569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2481336960068617569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2481336960068617569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/fruitcake-lady-this-may-be-old-hat-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2873415456676142178</id><published>2006-12-17T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:14:10.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's UpWe let the girls do most of it and they had a blast. They were so focused on the task that they finished the job very quickly.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2873415456676142178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2873415456676142178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2873415456676142178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2873415456676142178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-up-we-let-girls-do-most-of-it-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RYXAW0JsvUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AEgJwyq2U_w/s72-c/MVC-008F.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-6915400472419985053</id><published>2006-12-15T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:18:18.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peter BoyleThe mainstream will know Peter Boyle as Frank on "Everybody Loves Raymond", but Boyle had a very lengthy and respectable portfolio of work dating back to the mid 60's with roles in films such as Taxi Driver, Joe, Young Frankenstein, Medium Cool, The Candidate and Monster's Ball. To me, Boyle always seemed to tower over the other characters in his films. He was bigger than life and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/6915400472419985053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=6915400472419985053&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6915400472419985053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6915400472419985053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/peter-boyle-mainstream-will-know-peter.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RYKgfx8XXlI/AAAAAAAAABg/RYnElqQapIs/s72-c/p_boyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-9033059250698190371</id><published>2006-12-13T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:55:25.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the Answers Are1) The African Queen2) Airplane3) Animal Crackers4) Annie Hall5) Apocalypse Now6) Being There7) Bladerunner8) Blazing Saddles9) The Breakfast Club10)Bringing Up Baby11)Caddyshack12)The Caine mutiny13)The Ciderhouse Rules14)Cool Hand luke15)The Court Jester16)Dirty Harry17)Dr. Strangelove18)Duck Soup19)Duck Soup20)Ferris Bueller's Day Off 21)Five Easy Pieces22)The Godfather Part</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/9033059250698190371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=9033059250698190371&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/9033059250698190371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/9033059250698190371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-answers-are-1-african-queen-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-6108108676281268570</id><published>2006-12-13T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:19:45.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do You Know Your Movies?See if you can guess what movies these quotes come from:1)  "Nature, Mr. Allnut, is what we are put into this world to rise above."2)  "Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue."3)"One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don't know." 4)  "Don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I love."5)  "I love the smell of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/6108108676281268570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=6108108676281268570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6108108676281268570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6108108676281268570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-know-your-movies-see-if-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5616078633631841478</id><published>2006-12-13T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:02:43.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Le Sigh*My beautiful wife. She inspires me, she is sexy, smart, understanding, patient, loving, a great mother, loyal and for some crazy reason she is totally smitten with me. And I feel totally blessed to have two girls with her. And everything else I want to write is way too mushy and I can't have you all thinking I'm a softy. If you are thinking I am a softy I will frick you up, man.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5616078633631841478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5616078633631841478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5616078633631841478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5616078633631841478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/le-sigh-my-beautiful-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RX-Vbx8XXkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ME_9a3nyAvg/s72-c/scan0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5092065497763609341</id><published>2006-12-10T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:31:46.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under the RadarA couple of films that have probably passed under yours (and most peoples) radar screens which offer the viewer an engaging story with superb performances are Big Bad Love and The World's Fastest Indian.The World's Fastest Indian is a story about New Zealander Burt Munro (portrayed by Anthony Hopkins) who, in his advanced years and heart trouble, travelled to America and the Salt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5092065497763609341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5092065497763609341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5092065497763609341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5092065497763609341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/under-radar-couple-of-films-that-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RXxNKU-dzJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FZpb3NQ9jUk/s72-c/bilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-4452599801950145144</id><published>2006-12-07T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:38:25.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TsunamiThe Fifth Estate aired "Tsunami: Untold Stories" last night which dealt with the natural disaster in 2004 that ravaged the coasts of Sumatra, Thailand, Indonesia, India, East Africa, Maldives,Myanmar, Maylasia and Sri Lanka. I found it interesting that, as we near the second anniversary of this tragedy, how little news coverage this received after the initial hit. The outpouring of support</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/4452599801950145144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=4452599801950145144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4452599801950145144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4452599801950145144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/tsunami-fifth-estate-aired-tsunami.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7868250113771169472</id><published>2006-12-06T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:58:55.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Is HilariousTheo and I were laying in bed watching tv when this commercial came on. We nearly pissed ourselves laughing at the uber cheese. It aired just before America's Next Top Model which is also uber cheese. Can we cater to a lower denominator? I am sure they are working that out as I write and you peruse.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7868250113771169472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7868250113771169472&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7868250113771169472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7868250113771169472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-hilarious-theo-and-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-7384945964070143054</id><published>2006-12-06T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T18:32:10.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dog DayIt's a dog eat dog world out there and this little one is already one step up on the competition. So what if she has misinterpreted what society believes that statement to be. No one would mess with her for the sheer fact alone that they could never keep a straight face.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/7384945964070143054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=7384945964070143054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7384945964070143054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/7384945964070143054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/dog-day-its-dog-eat-dog-world-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RXdSLU-dzII/AAAAAAAAAAk/BAs1xjyVaMg/s72-c/Katie+Birthday+PD+Sept+05+2+(6).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-6561015783841598833</id><published>2006-12-05T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:36:14.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Western ClassicThe first time I watched this movie was in the basement of our old house on Cartier St. when I was 15 years old. I would come home after partying with friends and make a few peanutbutter and jam sandwiches and head to the basement to watch a movie. I believe it was CBC that would air two late movies in a row beginning at midnight and they were usually of an adult variety. These </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/6561015783841598833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=6561015783841598833&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6561015783841598833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6561015783841598833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/12/western-classic-first-time-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbQHYQk58-A/RXWMViiDpNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B5OHk6aSLQ8/s72-c/pat_garrett_and_billy_the_kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-6748383935250470062</id><published>2006-11-29T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:24:10.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day After TomorrowI got your letter todayAnd I miss you all so much, hereI can't wait to see you allAnd I'm counting the days, dearI still believe that there's goldAt the end of the worldAnd I'll come homeTo IllinoisOn the day after tomorrowIt is so hardAnd it's cold hereAnd I'm tired of taking ordersAnd I miss old Rockford townUp by the Wisconsin borderBut I miss you won't believeShoveling snow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/6748383935250470062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=6748383935250470062&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6748383935250470062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/6748383935250470062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-after-tomorrow-i-got-your-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-8237570688609032150</id><published>2006-11-29T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:37:05.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Death of a Master Film MakerBetter late than never to give a shout out to the recently deceased Robert Altman Feb. 25, 1925-Nov. 20, 2006. Altman directed a few of my fave films including MASH, McCabe and Mrs. Miller, The Long Goodbye, Nashville, Shortcuts, Gosford Park. I always loved how he could draw me into a film to the point of forgetting where I was. I almost felt a part of the film. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/8237570688609032150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=8237570688609032150&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8237570688609032150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8237570688609032150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/death-of-master-film-maker-better-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5163231957348267242</id><published>2006-11-27T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:09:55.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Would the Dude Do?Sometimes you just gotta throw on some Bob, stretch out on the floor and say fuck it. Even if, when you open your eyes, you get socked in the jaw. You might as well make the best of it and at least trip on your induced dream state. Sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes the bar eats you.The Man In Me by Bob DylanThe man in me will do nearly any task,And as for compensation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5163231957348267242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5163231957348267242&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5163231957348267242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5163231957348267242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-would-dude-do-sometimes-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3166853164238725446</id><published>2006-11-23T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:09:12.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What A SaveOff to the Riverview P.S. outdoor rink at roughly age 8. I wonder sometimes if the rink was more my home than our old Cartier St. residence. I know I spent many winters skating after school, home late for supper and back to the rink until bed time. This might be my fave pic of all time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3166853164238725446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3166853164238725446&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3166853164238725446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3166853164238725446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-save-off-to-riverview-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2379847706198199424</id><published>2006-11-19T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:27:31.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Act II, Scene I, DiversionSo, our great Canadian government wants to, and is, reneging on the Kyoto Protocal. This causes a great deal of flak for the Conservative Party, so what do they do? They create "The Clean Air Act". Yahooooooooo!!!! So, what does this act entail? Esentially, not a thing to improve our environment. Industry will remain free from constraints until 2020 and/or 2050 which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2379847706198199424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2379847706198199424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2379847706198199424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2379847706198199424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/act-ii-scene-i-diversion-so-our-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2788177724717513782</id><published>2006-11-17T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:39:45.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Common Trait in MalesI ask you, what man does not enjoy playing with his rubber ducky? What man does not feel pride in his rubber ducky and revel in the opportunity to show it off?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2788177724717513782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2788177724717513782&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2788177724717513782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2788177724717513782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/common-trait-in-males-i-ask-you-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2805857766001721279</id><published>2006-11-13T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:07:41.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I KnowI know many of you want to ask me questions about love and life and lovelife and other matters and I know many of you are asking yourselves "How does Trouble keep it together so well"? Here are some important tips to lead you on the right path.1) Eat your veggies and not just the green ones although they are generally the best. Add some squash in there and some beets etc...2) As my Uncle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2805857766001721279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2805857766001721279&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2805857766001721279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2805857766001721279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-i-know-many-of-you-want-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-4449761256197723620</id><published>2006-11-12T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:36:51.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Confounded Communication DeviceI am not answering the phone any more. If you call my number you will here an answering machine telling you---&gt; "Hello. You've reached the home of Troubles, Theo, Rain and Cassidy. Please leave us a message." If I want to talk to you I will pick up before you finish your message or I will definitely call you back. This is the way it has to be. I cannot take the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/4449761256197723620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=4449761256197723620&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4449761256197723620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4449761256197723620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-confounded-communication-device.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2798553178879941774</id><published>2006-11-10T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:28:09.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unblogged Random ThoughtsI am soooo tired. My youngest is sucking the life right out of me. I have sat down to write on many occassions of late, but rarely seem to write with any coherence. This may be happening now. We shall see. Here is some stuff I have been thinking about: Glad the Democrats did well in the election, not that I believe they will change much of anything. At least the Neo-cons </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2798553178879941774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2798553178879941774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2798553178879941774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2798553178879941774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/unblogged-random-thoughts-i-am-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-78656466014773993</id><published>2006-11-09T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:42:08.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remembering ShirleyOnce upon a time, long long ago, I attended an elementary school. In my last year (grade 8) our teacher was this real asshat named Larry, so, to say the least, this class was a little dysfunctional. In that class were two sisters named Susan and Shirley. They were twins, but you would never have known they were related. Susan was a big girl, powerful and rotund who wanted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/78656466014773993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=78656466014773993&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/78656466014773993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/78656466014773993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/remembering-shirley-once-upon-time-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5988428154877859401</id><published>2006-11-08T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:24:55.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Few of My Thoughts On Lethargy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5988428154877859401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5988428154877859401&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5988428154877859401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5988428154877859401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-of-my-thoughts-on-lethargy.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3959744395518472209</id><published>2006-11-07T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:25:05.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Time Traveller's WifeBack awhile ago in Toronto, while out with my sister, I picked up a copy of "The Time Traveller's Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger on her recommendation. I bought it thinking that my wife would probably love it, but I was skeptical about me ever picking it up. Weeks later, while indisposed in the bathroom, I began to peruse the book as it was the only reading material at hand.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3959744395518472209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3959744395518472209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3959744395518472209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3959744395518472209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-travellers-wife-back-awhile-ago-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-8781373948919688002</id><published>2006-11-06T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:56:42.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sir EltonIt was my birthday yesterday and to celebrate my lovely wife took me to see Sir Elton John at Copps Coliseum in Hamilton. Although not as active, flamboyant or with the same vocal range he displayed when I saw him in Ottawa in the 80's, the guy can still really put on a great show. The performance began with "Funeral for a Friend (Love Lies Bleeding)" and included Tiny Dancer, Goodbye </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/8781373948919688002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=8781373948919688002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8781373948919688002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8781373948919688002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/sir-elton-it-was-my-birthday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-4038713891433700645</id><published>2006-11-04T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:55:43.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Passing GasI had a women come to my door today to try to sign me up with a retail gas company. Their promise to you the consumer is that your rate will be fixed at a set amount so if the price of gas increases your bill will not. What they do not tell you is that on average you will pay more than you would by buying directly from the gas company. Today this woman tried to make me feel like I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/4038713891433700645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=4038713891433700645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4038713891433700645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/4038713891433700645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/passing-gas-i-had-women-come-to-my-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5539448340006914297</id><published>2006-11-02T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:55:19.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hacking DemocracyI watched this documentary this evening called "Hacking Democracy" which focuses on the computerized election balloting in America. It was scary to see how easily an election could be rigged. While one of the main manufacturers (Diebold) continued to stand by the failsafe security of their system a small group of truth seekers united to test this claim. Their investigations which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5539448340006914297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5539448340006914297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5539448340006914297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5539448340006914297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/hacking-democracy-i-watched-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-8019201138022308015</id><published>2006-11-01T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:42:32.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snug in the Autumn Den</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/8019201138022308015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=8019201138022308015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8019201138022308015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/8019201138022308015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/11/snug-in-autumn-den.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-5033722820245536416</id><published>2006-10-30T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:48:02.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Continuing the Family NameI am the last male Braids that could carry the family name on, but, alas, I have no boys. After our second was born my aunts cornered me at a family function and began interrogating me about having another. When I said Theo and I did not believe we would have any more children they voiced the fact that I was the last able male to carry on the family name and that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/5033722820245536416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=5033722820245536416&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5033722820245536416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/5033722820245536416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-continuing-family-name-i-am-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2206029368115983496</id><published>2006-10-27T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:00:21.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The InterviewQualifications required were University degree and 2 years experience. Salary was dependent on experience. Duties included answering phones, filing, customer service and data input. With the skills and experience required I believed this was going to be a relatively good paying job. Say in the 30k/year area. I refer to the employer as EM.EM: So, Mr. Braids, what do you think? Me: I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2206029368115983496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2206029368115983496&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2206029368115983496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2206029368115983496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/10/interview-qualifications-required-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-1662303673102482184</id><published>2006-10-23T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:22:41.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Repitition (The Rut Song)Dropping some change in the wishing wellWith serious thoughts that I cannot quellMy mind lingers and dwellsOn serious thoughts that I cannot quellWell wishing for some changeOn matters to some that may seem strangeThese formless patterns I rearrangeThese formless patterns seem so strangeI dwell on thoughts that linger longDropping like bricks where they don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/1662303673102482184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=1662303673102482184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1662303673102482184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/1662303673102482184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/10/reitition-dropping-some-change-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2324802706311592383</id><published>2006-10-19T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:43:19.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BotoxWow, no youtube posting this time. You gotta admit youtube is a great site. It has just about anything you could think of. I digress. Botox. I opened up my servers homepage and am greeted with "Botox For Beginners". Society places way too much emphasis on appearance, but to actually poison yourself (botox contains the same toxins found in food poisoning) defies logic. If you want to have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2324802706311592383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2324802706311592383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2324802706311592383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2324802706311592383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/10/botox-wow-no-youtube-posting-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-2258364189657065702</id><published>2006-10-19T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T02:56:11.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have just discovered Lou Barlow and I am digging his work. This is one of his side projects (post Dinosaur Jr.) Folk Implosion. BTW, Barlow does the art work for the video too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/2258364189657065702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=2258364189657065702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2258364189657065702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/2258364189657065702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-just-discovered-lou-barlow-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-3656115603863583036</id><published>2006-10-18T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:28:20.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love this world. We are so messed up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/3656115603863583036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=3656115603863583036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3656115603863583036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/3656115603863583036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-116110059993758822</id><published>2006-10-17T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:43:29.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How's Everything Here?Theo and I dined out at our favourite restaurant last night before going to the doctors. Our waitress smiled, laughed at my dumb jokes and was timely on her routine look-ins. She was very attractive, had a beautiful smile and was very friendly. I couldn't stand her. Our usual waitress would be considered unattractive (frumpy) by most peoples standards, but really, what has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/116110059993758822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=116110059993758822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/116110059993758822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/116110059993758822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/10/hows-everything-here-theo-and-i-dined.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994433.post-116109900253293146</id><published>2006-10-17T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:43:29.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Little Time On Our OwnTheo and I left the kids with their grandparents last night so we could go to the walk-in clinic. We both have sinus infections (hers is worse) while I also have an ear infection. What a crazy virus this turned out to be. Many of the people that have contracted it have had to go on antibiotics. We had a long wait before the doctor could see us so we just sat together and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/feeds/116109900253293146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3994433&amp;postID=116109900253293146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/116109900253293146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3994433/posts/default/116109900253293146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troublesbraids.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-time-on-our-own-theo-and-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Troubles Braids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00638620434433604542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/691/127/640/crow21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
