<?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-9386924</id><updated>2012-02-11T10:41:46.568-05:00</updated><category term='18512'/><category term='92626'/><title type='text'>Simply Chumly</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily reflections of just another being.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-5197795826827369173</id><published>2012-02-07T00:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T00:18:51.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggy</title><content type='html'>One hour before the Super Bowl game.  I was thinking about the fact that I was witness to the first Super Bowl game.   So again I was looking forward to this exciting time in my life.  The Super Bowl Party.  I was in work and getting very anxious for my shift to end.  Then it happened. I was quarantined. A patient came into the hospital that had bed bugs and other critters that were jumping off and taking a tour of the area I was working in.  After taking a shower, washing clothes and spraying I was able to get home but not able to go to the party.   There was concern that some of these tiny creatures were football fans and might decide to visit my friends house.  I did try to watch the game but I became uneasy and cleaned my car and home just in case I had little friends hiding in my work clothes.  After 24 hours the hospital called and cleared me.  The area I worked in was cleansed and deemed safe for visitors again.  They believed the bugs did not occupy my area after all.  Although some were caught in other areas and dispatched to buggy heaven.  Life can be very unpredictible when the moon is full on Super Bowl Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-5197795826827369173?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5197795826827369173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=5197795826827369173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5197795826827369173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5197795826827369173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2012/02/buggy.html' title='Buggy'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-558435810703544759</id><published>2012-01-29T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:42:14.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>My blog seems out of date.  UTube seems to be the new thing on the Internet.  As I think about it.  I have been outdated a long long time.  That is ok. I talk to my self at home a lot so blogging to my self just seems like the normal thing to do.  I remember going to the Post Office and mailing letters I had written to my friends before computers.  That was fun.  The best thing about computers is emails.  I am in touch with many more people becaue of the Internet.  Especially spammers and junk emails that fills up my inbox.  This is nothing new.  I just needed something to blog about because this is the time of year nothing much is happening. No wonder young people drink a lot on Spring Break.  These are tough months.  Have a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-558435810703544759?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/558435810703544759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=558435810703544759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/558435810703544759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/558435810703544759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2012/01/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7241232598877276482</id><published>2012-01-22T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:24:16.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the World Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>Forget the New Year resolutions.  This is the year for End of the World resolutions. You have until December.  I have an idea people will break up and some will end up more in love. Then there is the, "What happens if I break a resolution?"  If you keep it or not the end result is total annilation anyway.  I'll just keep up what I am doing.  I like my life but am aware it will someday end anyway.  Hey!  I know lets get some ice cream while we got the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7241232598877276482?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7241232598877276482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7241232598877276482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7241232598877276482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7241232598877276482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2012/01/end-of-world-resolutions.html' title='End of the World Resolutions.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-9019972400077114419</id><published>2012-01-16T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:52:43.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Around.</title><content type='html'>Today was picture hanging day in work.  First time I saw a digital picture frame. A series of pictures flash by making a little art movie on the wall.  The one in work is good bcause it shows off our Ronald McDonald Guest House so the pictures are not boring even though repetitive. Progress in home decoration welcome to 2012.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-9019972400077114419?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/9019972400077114419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=9019972400077114419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/9019972400077114419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/9019972400077114419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2012/01/hanging-around.html' title='Hanging Around.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1562173705551447947</id><published>2012-01-08T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:15:15.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shows</title><content type='html'>Forget the new shows on TV.  Forget the new Movies coming out in 2012.  Remember the everyday lifetime eposides experienced as you go on with your day. Like the little boy in church that opened his church book.  Placed it with the page he needed to be ready for church.  Then notice the old Usher going around fixing up the church and putting away the stray books laying around.  Watch the Usher as he takes the little boys book off the bench, closes it and puts it back in its proper place. Capture the moment by watching the reaction on the little boys face as this scene unfolds. Then notice the little boy sigh and redo his preperation for the service after the Usher has gone on to another church chore. Or just notice somthing that will enhance your own lifetime observances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1562173705551447947?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1562173705551447947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1562173705551447947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1562173705551447947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1562173705551447947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-shows.html' title='New Shows'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-2060880616717829404</id><published>2012-01-02T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:25:09.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelled</title><content type='html'>NASA decided the world would continue after 2012. Plus it is a leap year and we have an extra day this year anyway in case NASA is wrong and the world does end. New Years always have me reflecting on all the people that made an impact on my live. Which I did yesterday so there is not much I need to do on that.  I am thinking of dropping my questions I ask in my blog this year.  What do you think? Should I continue to ask them or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-2060880616717829404?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2060880616717829404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=2060880616717829404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2060880616717829404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2060880616717829404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2012/01/cancelled.html' title='Cancelled'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-5504414620529707257</id><published>2011-12-26T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T17:10:09.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas emails.</title><content type='html'>I love sending cards and stuff thru the email.  I also found a way to buy stuff and have it shipped to the proper address. There is a drawback.  I sent my Grandgal an email present.  A subscription for eBooks since she got an eBook Reader.  She thought it was an advertisement and deleted it.  Do you save your emails?  I do and it helps during peak delete mistake times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-5504414620529707257?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5504414620529707257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=5504414620529707257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5504414620529707257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5504414620529707257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-emails.html' title='Christmas emails.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-941967955184370171</id><published>2011-12-19T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:28:09.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>The cards are sent, gifts are bought drinks have been drunk and friends are toasted.  Next candles will be lit, Church will be attended and friends and family that passed will be remembered.  Will you be remembered for the Holidays?  You bet I will.  Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-941967955184370171?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/941967955184370171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=941967955184370171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/941967955184370171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/941967955184370171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/12/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4479732953509316318</id><published>2011-12-15T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:16:55.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Child</title><content type='html'>Exactly four years ago on this date my daughter lost a little girl during childbirth.  Today she had a little 7 lb baby girl with a brown mowhawk strip of hair.  My daughter saw her for the first time and swore the baby said, "Hey mom. It took awhile and I finally made it."   Yes! August Elizabeth is finally here.  Merry Christmas.  How goes your Holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4479732953509316318?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4479732953509316318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4479732953509316318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4479732953509316318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4479732953509316318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-child.html' title='Christmas Child'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7671221393279734785</id><published>2011-12-08T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:06:33.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like........</title><content type='html'>I remember what Christmas once looked and felt like.  It was friendly, loving, warm and a season of Joy and Peace.  I do not remember Horror movies or Alien movies.  Just Lassie rescuing Timmy from the well and everyone being near a warm fireplace, singing, Christmas trees and Holiday smells.  I still try to keep that in my heart.  What is in your Christmas Holiday Heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7671221393279734785?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7671221393279734785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7671221393279734785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7671221393279734785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7671221393279734785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like........'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3435365982646925484</id><published>2011-11-27T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:23:41.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Hot choclet this winter&lt;br /&gt;Starting in Desamber at 3:00&lt;br /&gt;to 5:00 on Saterday and&lt;br /&gt;Sundays or any time we git&lt;br /&gt;out of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workers:SHANE,EMILY,AND&lt;br /&gt;MEGHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleas COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are children selling Hot Choclet in your neighborhood too?  Check your mailboxes and you might find out they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3435365982646925484?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3435365982646925484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3435365982646925484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3435365982646925484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3435365982646925484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8490075013773340548</id><published>2011-11-19T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:55:16.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I was born.</title><content type='html'>I was watching some children playing where I volunteer and remembered how my older sister, by 2 years, was when I was home with her.  She wanted to play a game and I did not.  Finally she informed me that I was born so she would have someone to play games with.  If I did not believe her I was to ask our mom. My sister never lied so I played the games with her any time she told me.  She passed from an illness when she was 21 and looking back on it now I am happy I did what she wanted.  Although honest I did suspect she took advantage of me being younger.  That is ok I forgive her.  I was not so forgiving when we played house and she made me eat a mud pie.  She insisted it took her all day to make it so how could I refuse.  Were you born to be a playmate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8490075013773340548?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8490075013773340548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8490075013773340548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8490075013773340548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8490075013773340548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-i-was-born.html' title='Why I was born.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4170786673092548869</id><published>2011-11-13T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:41:56.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes hero's fall.</title><content type='html'>If you have not heard about the Penn State scandle in which children were being abused, then you are having a good day.  Have you ever had someone you considered a hero come into a devistating negative light?  The world tends to turn upside down and explode in some cases.  Yes.  I think there are real hero's still out there. Unfortunately they are harder to find and stand as hero's once did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4170786673092548869?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4170786673092548869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4170786673092548869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4170786673092548869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4170786673092548869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-heros-fall.html' title='Sometimes hero&apos;s fall.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7819375911560115245</id><published>2011-11-06T17:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:17:57.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Bear</title><content type='html'>There was a little baby born in the Hospital I volunteer at.  The baby was a 2 pound early one.  I guess the stork was in a hurry to drop this one off.  Dispite all odds it has been close to two weeks and and the baby is making a little progress daily.  A generous person donates stuffed toys for us to give out.  I asked the father if he wanted one and we found a nice white Teddy Bear.  The mother came in and saw the bear and had tears in her eyes.  She was very touched by this kindness. Have you gotten a little kindness today?  I hope you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7819375911560115245?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7819375911560115245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7819375911560115245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7819375911560115245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7819375911560115245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-bear.html' title='A little Bear'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1784763059625886066</id><published>2011-10-23T15:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:06:56.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steel Feet</title><content type='html'>One of my friends has steel feet.  She bought 2 of those feet cleaner brushes. These feet things are used in the bathtub to clean your feet. You wear them like shoes and do not have to bend down in the shower to clean your feet.  I also got one.  She has no trouble with them.  Unfortunately for me they tickle my feet so bad I cannot put my feet in them.  So to me she has got to have no feeling in her feet or steel feet.  How sensative are your feet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1784763059625886066?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1784763059625886066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1784763059625886066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1784763059625886066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1784763059625886066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/10/steel-feet.html' title='Steel Feet'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8939790821281125573</id><published>2011-10-16T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:18:38.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Friends</title><content type='html'>Growing up being the youngest of five sisters I have learned that women can be tricky to get along with as sisters but really good and faithful friends.  The first problem is getting past the sex thing.  Women seem to be a little leary at first when a man is friendly and 9 and 1/2 times out of ten they should be.  Once that is solved I have found that I really enjoy women as just friends.  Now that I am older these friendships are getting better and better.  As I age I look back and see the great changes that have taken place and I do believe there has been a good things happening not only in men and women relationships but with all people.  So give friendship with a man or woman in your life a chance.  Plus don't forget women are good cooks and bakers and believe me the food is much better shared in friendship.  Have you made any new friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8939790821281125573?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8939790821281125573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8939790821281125573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8939790821281125573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8939790821281125573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/10/female-friends.html' title='Female Friends'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8594342863707165420</id><published>2011-10-09T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T14:31:53.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash</title><content type='html'>We have come a long way since the Commodore 64 Computer.  Instead of getting simpler computing has become more and more confusing to me.  We still have dial up and are suppose to have quicker INTERNET connecting with WiFi, Broadband, cable, satellite connections and whatever.  Lately it has been as fast as the dial up I had years ago, just more expensive.  Then we went from floppy discs, to all kinds of extra storage stuff and ended up with a flash drive thing.  We have also learned about something called a USB port.  It is amazing and I am happy to be experiencing all this stuff.  I only wish there was a way to make use of a computer easier and have manuals that were not the size of 2 phone books put together.  Children amaze me because they seem to be computer savvy the moment they are born.  It is almost like they are taking classes while waiting the nine months or whatever.  No wonder women seem to have bigger bellies.  It is because they need room for all that computer equipment.  Which also explains why computers are getting smaller.  How do you keep up with all this computing stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8594342863707165420?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8594342863707165420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8594342863707165420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8594342863707165420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8594342863707165420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/10/flash.html' title='Flash'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8696368537286721440</id><published>2011-10-02T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:23:03.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering.</title><content type='html'>I seem to get emails from women that always want to advertise their special body parts.  Usually without clothing.  Mostly they want to chat about making children.  Anyway.  I was wondering. Do women out there get the same type of emails but from men?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8696368537286721440?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8696368537286721440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8696368537286721440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8696368537286721440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8696368537286721440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-726877352674235676</id><published>2011-09-25T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:33:01.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Synapse this!</title><content type='html'>When my computer fails I get error messages and lost INTERNET connection notices.  In real life when my memory shuts down I now call it a senior moment.  How is your real life head computer working?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-726877352674235676?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/726877352674235676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=726877352674235676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/726877352674235676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/726877352674235676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/09/synapse-this.html' title='Synapse this!'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-9177627855122610801</id><published>2011-09-18T14:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:09:18.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Marvel</title><content type='html'>I drove my VW Bug to church.  I arrived and exited my VW and locked my door with my fancy electronic key by just a push of the button.  It locked up my car just fine.  Then I realized I had forgot something and pushed the magical button again.  Nothing.  I pressed it again double nothing. My VW was securely locked.  So for about 5 minuted I pushed the electronic device until panic began to surface mixed with a little anxiety. I tried the trunk, lock, unlock buttons and triple nothing leaving me definitely out.  I sighed realizing my cell phone was locked in the car also so I could not call the Auto service for help.  I also thought how will I get to work, I work weekends and have my days off during the week which I like.  Then something strange happened.  I noticed my ignition key I used to start the car.  No, maybe in the old days they also opened the car doors too.  So I gave it a try.  That technically marvelous key worked and actually open my VW Bug's door.  How are you with technical marvelous devices?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-9177627855122610801?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/9177627855122610801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=9177627855122610801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/9177627855122610801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/9177627855122610801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/09/technical-marvel.html' title='Technical Marvel'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1426452511073786366</id><published>2011-09-11T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:52:57.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen</title><content type='html'>The story is of a Minister that came up with a home run sermon. He worked hard at it and it was the best one he ever wrote. He was very excited and could not wait for the next service so he could wow the congregation with his super message. On the big day he confidently took the podium and began to deliver the goods. Just when he started a pair of twins started to cry and fuss. The also enticed the other little babies to join in the chorus of baby noises. Baffled, upset and a little angry the Minister stopped his sermon hoping the babies would settle. They did not and only got worse. Finally he gave up and left the podium very disappointed. A few seconds after he left the babies got quiet. He came back and related to the congregation that he wrote a great sermon and that God had reminded him of the Sin of Pride by having the babies disrupt his sermon which he had thought so highly of. He blessed the babies and never gave the sermon but was happy with the results just the same. I learned to be patient that day. Just before the sermon started I had to go to the bathroom very badly. Because the babies cut the sermon short I was able to thank God too and get relief. How was church for you today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1426452511073786366?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1426452511073786366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1426452511073786366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1426452511073786366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1426452511073786366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/09/amen.html' title='Amen'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7426191572863072185</id><published>2011-09-04T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T15:04:41.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of tires.</title><content type='html'>Something happened and I am losing air in my one tire.  Most of the feedback is I hit a pothole.  I am always hitting potholes.  I get bored and go pothole hunting when I drive. Mostly potholes hunt me and ambush my car before I can get them. I have small tires and they always look low to me anyway.  I went and bought some of that flat tire in a can stuff.  It is pretty messy.  When I hooked it up it squirted green stuff all over me and the tire.  When I was done it was flatter than before I tried to inflate it.  I went to a gas station and someone jammed quarters in the air pump machine.  I eventually I found an air pump and inflated my tire.  Well that is my story.  Do you have a tire story?    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7426191572863072185?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7426191572863072185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7426191572863072185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7426191572863072185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7426191572863072185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/09/tired-of-tires.html' title='Tired of tires.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-2888878021075743685</id><published>2011-08-29T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:46:49.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather or not.</title><content type='html'>Hope you are safe after the earthquake, hurricane, and the start of the cold and flu season.  Don't forget the end of the world in is still on in 2012.  When is the last time you gave someone a hug?  Now is a good time so go out there and have a huggin' good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-2888878021075743685?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2888878021075743685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=2888878021075743685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2888878021075743685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2888878021075743685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/08/weather-or-not.html' title='Weather or not.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3185375611522651358</id><published>2011-08-22T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:49:04.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby things.</title><content type='html'>It is something to see the reaction of mothers and their new little arrivals.  One mother had her first girl after a few boys and was so excited.  Unfortunately when leaving the hospital the new little girl lost her first little girl sock.  The mother was upset because it was the first time she got to dress her little girl up.  After a few boy clothes this was special for the new mom. We could not find the sock but did take the new mom's name and number in case we find it.  Sometimes something like a little newborn girls new sock can be pretty special.  If you find it let me know please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3185375611522651358?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3185375611522651358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3185375611522651358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3185375611522651358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3185375611522651358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-baby-things.html' title='New baby things.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3051455322103167098</id><published>2011-08-14T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:24:59.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Custom Coffin</title><content type='html'>Here is something not a lot of people know about.  You can build your own coffin.  Bert and Bud Vintage Coffins will build any kind you want.  They have holiday coffins for Christmas or a Western one, anything you can think of. My friend likes jumping out of planes and her coffin has a parachute in it.  Yep! www.vintagecoffins.com is the way to go. I do not get any advertisement compensation for this information.  I am just amazed by the idea.  Any ideas for your last resting place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3051455322103167098?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3051455322103167098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3051455322103167098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3051455322103167098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3051455322103167098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/08/custom-coffin.html' title='Custom Coffin'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4485402214827022312</id><published>2011-08-07T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:03:37.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>French Vanilla</title><content type='html'>I volunteer at a hospital and we have free coffee for the visitors.  Once in awhile I buy special cream for them.  I surprisingly found out that the French Vanilla was the most popular. I also found out that little children are fascinated by the coffee machine and think it is a big toy.  The children also know about the soda machine and are constantly pushing its buttons trying to get a soda.  Unfortunately the soda is not free.  One little guy kept bugging his mom for a soda.  Finally she caved.  She put the money in.  He pushed the soda button and the soda can came down and fell into the soda tray.  He looked at it smiled and began walking away.  His mom called after him and reminded him to get his soda.  He just smiled and told her he just wanted to press the button and watch the soda come out. Do you know children that just like to push adult buttons?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4485402214827022312?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4485402214827022312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4485402214827022312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4485402214827022312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4485402214827022312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/08/french-vanilla.html' title='French Vanilla'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-246665945559182215</id><published>2011-07-31T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T15:55:57.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelina Jolie</title><content type='html'>Was going to go to Bosnia to see Angie get her award but decided to visit my daughter in North Carolia instead.  Are you going to Bosnia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-246665945559182215?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/246665945559182215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=246665945559182215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/246665945559182215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/246665945559182215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/07/angelina-jolie.html' title='Angelina Jolie'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-2377833490134034116</id><published>2011-07-24T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:47:53.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennies</title><content type='html'>Not much you can do with pennies except maybe collect them in a jar.  I keep mine in a sort of jug.  I saw a lady try to put pennies in a soda vending machine.  She could only put in one penny because it kept rejecting it and would fall in the coin return.  After a few tries she gave up.  I felt kind of bad for her and pointed out a free coffee machine.  She seemed happier.  What do you do with your pennies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-2377833490134034116?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2377833490134034116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=2377833490134034116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2377833490134034116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2377833490134034116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/07/pennies.html' title='Pennies'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-5047419819226411920</id><published>2011-07-17T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:20:44.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hello!</title><content type='html'>I was driving my yellow VW Beetle with my windows down when I came to a stop sign.  A female type person was standing there and gave me a familiar hello!  I asked her if she needed a ride downtown where I was heading.  She was delighted and got in my car.  On the way she was getting a puzzled look in her eyes.  Then she asked are you John So and so?  I embarrassingly replied no.  Then asked her if her name was Kim?  She said no.  After a few more moments of silence I apologized and explained I thought was Kim and she did the same saying she thought I was John.  Well.  I gave her a ride downtown which was not really that far and she thanked me and hurried away.  Have you ever had this experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-5047419819226411920?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5047419819226411920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=5047419819226411920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5047419819226411920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5047419819226411920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-hello.html' title='Well Hello!'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8833608062300673281</id><published>2011-07-06T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T16:28:31.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Children keep us smiling.</title><content type='html'>My sister sent me this email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun statment made by my 4 year old grandson, Logan, as he Mary and Duncan stopped for Mary's coffee. "Mommy, why do we always have to go to Dunkin Donuts?  Can't we go to Logan's Donuts?"&lt;br /&gt;Have a Fun Day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mare&lt;br /&gt;Which Donute place do you go to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8833608062300673281?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8833608062300673281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8833608062300673281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8833608062300673281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8833608062300673281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/07/children-keep-us-smiling.html' title='Children keep us smiling.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-2111280427351795118</id><published>2011-07-03T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:36:38.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart Shopper</title><content type='html'>Needed a garbage can for my house so I saw one while shopping at Walmart.  I picked it up and put it in my cart.  It had a lid on it which made me happy because I saw a few without a lid.  As I wheeled away a Walmart person stopped me and informed me that the garbage can I put in my basket was for garbage.  I questionably smiled and laughingly related that I was buying it to put garbage in it.  He smiled back took the lid off the can, that was in my cart, and educated me by showing me there was already garbage in it.  Which made sense because it did feel a little heavy when I put it in my cart.  He then gently and professionally escorted me to the section where I could buy a brand new empty on.  Are you a Walmart shopper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-2111280427351795118?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2111280427351795118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=2111280427351795118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2111280427351795118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2111280427351795118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/07/walmart-shopper.html' title='Walmart Shopper'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-2389066306603723281</id><published>2011-06-26T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:12:17.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Laws no joke.</title><content type='html'>I just found out my former father-in-law just turned 90.  He is an amazing, very intelligent and interesting person.  Unfortunately his wife is also still alive.  God bless.  How are your in-laws doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-2389066306603723281?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2389066306603723281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=2389066306603723281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2389066306603723281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2389066306603723281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-laws-no-joke.html' title='In Laws no joke.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4880145045295847770</id><published>2011-06-19T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:42:35.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a fine day.</title><content type='html'>The weather is nice.  I am enjoying Mob Wives.  Ate some Coconut M&amp;M's.  They were good but not very coco-nutty.  Foot slipped off my break and hit the gas while driving.  A little exciting but recovered and was safe.  Still volunteering at the Hospital.  The children that visit like our toys so much they take them home.  So we get to buy more.  What is fun is I get to say hello to you.  Are you enjoying Fathers Day?  I hope you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4880145045295847770?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4880145045295847770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4880145045295847770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4880145045295847770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4880145045295847770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-fine-day.html' title='Just a fine day.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7896487116221340728</id><published>2011-06-12T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:44:20.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus has a sister.</title><content type='html'>I went to church the other day and found out Jesus has a sister and she attends the same church I do.  In church there is a hugh statue of Jesus and his sister that comes to church looks just like him.  The statue is tall; she is tall.  In fact they both have the same eyes, nose, hair and facial expression.  I was in awe and was staring at her when she happened to look my way.  I turned my head real quick so I would not get smited or something.     &lt;br /&gt;She is pretty in her own statuesque way so I have to be careful none of those deadly sins creep into my thoughts.  I did wonder what it would be like to date her.  What do you think it would be like to be on a date with her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7896487116221340728?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7896487116221340728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7896487116221340728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7896487116221340728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7896487116221340728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/06/jesus-has-sister.html' title='Jesus has a sister.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7066888776234989417</id><published>2011-06-05T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:21:10.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies Galore.</title><content type='html'>My niece just had her second baby boy at the hospital I volunteer at.  I think that was pretty special.  I seem to be writing a lot about babies.  Any new babies in your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7066888776234989417?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7066888776234989417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7066888776234989417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7066888776234989417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7066888776234989417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/06/babies-galore.html' title='Babies Galore.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-330719912474888972</id><published>2011-05-22T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:23:53.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And One Angel</title><content type='html'>I had a dream my Grandfather and I went fishing.  He had passed away a long time ago and I have never dreamed of him.  This night we fished and caught some big fish.  Then he had to introduce a young girl to me.  I was confused about this; still I met her.  Then as I started to have a conversation with her, my Grandfather walked away and was gone. The next day my Granddaughter called to announce her mother, my daughter, was going to have a baby the end of December.  That would make 5 and one little angel in heaven in her family. Was my grandfather trying to tell me this?  Did you ever have a similar dream?  If you do tell my Grandfather Hello and ask him what is he doing in your dream.  He does get around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-330719912474888972?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/330719912474888972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=330719912474888972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/330719912474888972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/330719912474888972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-one-angel.html' title='And One Angel'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-5754875066122537741</id><published>2011-05-15T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:01:37.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacked, sacked and whatever.</title><content type='html'>My email was compromised and all my email contacts were lucky enough to get advertisements for sex stuff.  This is discouraging because most of my contacts are family and they think I am drinking boxed wine or doing drugs when I send them.  Why does it have to be porn?  Why can't it be something nice or helpful? (Sigh) Has this ever happened to you and what do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-5754875066122537741?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5754875066122537741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=5754875066122537741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5754875066122537741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5754875066122537741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/05/hacked-sacked-and-whatever.html' title='Hacked, sacked and whatever.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1998578971269550195</id><published>2011-05-08T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:38:44.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins</title><content type='html'>I have heard that everyone has a twin or at least someone that resembles another person. I was in church sitting next to a person that resembled someone.  I could not place him until he turned to see why I was staring at him.  Then it dawned on me and I blurted out, "Hey! You look like Bernie Madoff!"  He looked a little shocked and I got this feeling he did not know what to do but hitting me might have been one option.  He said his name was, let us say, Harold and no relation to Bernie.  He also said that to a few other people who must have heard me when I got the connection and began looking at us.  I do not think I made a friend.  Did you ever meet somebody who resembled another person or do you resemble one yourself? If you do be careful sometimes it is better to keep it to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1998578971269550195?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1998578971269550195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1998578971269550195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1998578971269550195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1998578971269550195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/05/twins.html' title='Twins'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1747262698492983680</id><published>2011-05-06T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:50:17.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot anyone lately.</title><content type='html'>I was visiting my friends home and we were talking about how sometimes someone passes away and we wish we could have done more for them when they were alive.  Sometimes visiting a grave is fine but it would have been better to have done something for them when they were alive.  Life being so fragile sometimes we mean to and want to but then the unexpected happens and we lose them forever.  So I came home and did do something for people that I wanted to remember while they were still alive.  It was fun and made them and yes it made me feel better too!  Do you know someone that is still alive and is someone you would like to thank?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1747262698492983680?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1747262698492983680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1747262698492983680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1747262698492983680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1747262698492983680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/05/forgot-anyone-lately.html' title='Forgot anyone lately.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6499239157855265509</id><published>2011-05-01T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T14:51:59.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass words.</title><content type='html'>I have a problem with passwords.  These words I pass around to save on my computer to log in to certain sites.  I know they are important to protect me from Internet harm, but I have so many I cannot keep track of them.  I try to save them with my Internet saving password type tools, but every now and then I have to change them and they save my old password not the new one and I usually forget the new one.  Then I try to retrieve these passwords and they ask me secret questions which I forgot the answer to. Do you have any solutions to this password delimna?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6499239157855265509?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6499239157855265509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6499239157855265509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6499239157855265509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6499239157855265509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/05/pass-words.html' title='Pass words.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4216719911056668108</id><published>2011-04-25T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:54:49.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Replay</title><content type='html'>On one arm was her 6 month old baby.  The other arm held Easter packages, purse and car keys.  Also with her was an argumentative 8 year old not getting into the back seat of the car.  After a bit the child gets in the car under protest.  She is ready to close the car door when she notices a woman cowering in the front seat.  Yep another case of wrong car in store parking lot.  Realizing her mistake she apoligizes to horrified stricken lady, then takes herself and her children and finds the correct vehicle.  Do you identify with the driver or shopping mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4216719911056668108?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4216719911056668108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4216719911056668108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4216719911056668108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4216719911056668108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-replay.html' title='Easter Replay'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6103600458171970636</id><published>2011-04-23T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T16:12:10.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Everything!</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter, Spring, or whatever Holiday you are celebrating. I went to my ATM to get some extra holiday money.  I was happy and in the holiday mood.  My money was ejected from the machine and as I counted it and was checking my receipt, I ambled over to my car. Still reading the receipt I did not look up as I tried to open my car door.  For some reason it did not open and I looked in my car and was shocked and horrified that there was someone sitting in my drivers seat. A split second later I realized something else.  It was not my car. The person looked very afraid and I quickly shouted out I was sorry, wished him a happy Holiday and found my car, which was in back of me. Realizing I had a little yellow VW Beetle and he was in a big white chevy I yelled back to him, "Wow I wasn't even close."  He kind of slumped down in his car and he looked like he was trying to hide.  Did you ever have this happen to you during the Holiday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6103600458171970636?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6103600458171970636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6103600458171970636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6103600458171970636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6103600458171970636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-everything.html' title='Happy Everything!'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4476564509516164600</id><published>2011-04-17T14:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:47:55.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind</title><content type='html'>The wind is at it again.  It seems the wind is all over these days.  It is making Tornado's in North Carolina, strong winds in Pennsylvania and a bunch of other states.  To save parking spaces in the City of Scranton Pa. people put out garbage cans and cheap lawn chairs on the street; in front of their houses.  I was weaving all over the road trying to avoid them today. I had to stop a few times and let them pass in front of my VW Bug as the wind blew them across the street. Plus it is The Bay of Pigs Anniversary and well that is another story. Are you taking precautions to be safe from the wind today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4476564509516164600?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4476564509516164600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4476564509516164600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4476564509516164600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4476564509516164600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/04/wind.html' title='Wind'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7130177037526966596</id><published>2011-04-10T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:32:27.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Veronica there is a Sun.</title><content type='html'>I came to work and was happy to report to the person I was to relieve.  I was also happy to tell her that it was going to be 80 degrees tomorrow.  She looked at me and hopefully asked, "Do you think it is true?"  It was then I realized how hard the Winter was on everyone.  I reassured her and she looked happily relieved.  How was your Winter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7130177037526966596?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7130177037526966596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7130177037526966596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7130177037526966596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7130177037526966596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes-veronica-there-is-sun.html' title='Yes Veronica there is a Sun.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-5037995478180777851</id><published>2011-04-02T04:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:22:23.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about it.</title><content type='html'>Why do we think about what we think about when we think about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-5037995478180777851?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5037995478180777851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=5037995478180777851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5037995478180777851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5037995478180777851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/04/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6246375142535559511</id><published>2011-03-27T15:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:06:10.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in a driveway.</title><content type='html'>I was in my car the other day opened the door and dropped my keys. I thought they fell and bounced under the car.  I looked at the ground area by my car door and found nothing.  Then I got out of the car and crawled around looking underneath the car.  Still no keys.  Then I noticed a stairway leading down to a basement near my car.  I went up and down the steps and scowered the area.  Having again finding nothing I started to panic a little because that was the only set of keys I had with me.  I crawled under the car again and then stood by my opened car door.  To my relieved suprise I found that my keys had somehow had fallen between the seat and door toward the back of the seat.  I felt a little foolish but happy.  Have you ever dropped your keys in a Church Parking lot as it was filling up with people going to church?  If you did then you know about the stares people give you and the horns that beep at you when you are looking for them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6246375142535559511?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6246375142535559511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6246375142535559511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6246375142535559511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6246375142535559511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-in-driveway.html' title='Lost in a driveway.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8108884798980281022</id><published>2011-03-20T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:38:43.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Heads</title><content type='html'>Tis the season of colds it seems.  I noticed a few people coughing, sneezing and just looking a bit like they are not up to par, so to speak.  I also noticed lately that little toddlers talk like the just huffed a bit of helium.  Such is the day.  Are you well and not suffering from one of those cold heads?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8108884798980281022?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8108884798980281022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8108884798980281022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8108884798980281022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8108884798980281022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/03/cold-heads.html' title='Cold Heads'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6148999659424661510</id><published>2011-03-13T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:20:38.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just need a friend</title><content type='html'>I was going to work and before I got in my little yellow VW bug to leave.  I noticed a little boy, about 6, walking thru the neighborhood.  He had his head hung low and was walking slow and looked a little sad.  Just then another little boy came from behind the house and threw a little plastic ball at the little sad guy.  The sad little boy perked up; smiled and began to laugh as he picked up the plastic ball and started chasing the other boy.  All he needed was a friend.  Do you know someone you could throw a little plastic ball at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6148999659424661510?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6148999659424661510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6148999659424661510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6148999659424661510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6148999659424661510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-need-friend.html' title='Just need a friend'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3808178685974913892</id><published>2011-03-06T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:47:01.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring thaw.</title><content type='html'>Well it seems the children where I live are getting Spring Fever.  I noticed this in the town next to mine also.  There the children in that town are lighting cars on fire to celebrate.  In my neighbor hood they are just content to knock over bikes and stuff like that.  Which is dangerous because the bikers get mad and hang them upside down by tying the offenders feet to tree limbs.  Government workers usually cut them down before noon.  A hello to my two followers of this blog.  I appreciate you reading this and hope you are still enjoying my weekly writings.  I use to write more but it takes me awhile longer to get out of trees than do the children. I don't turn over garbage or bikes I just made the mistake of laughing at the bikers because I thought they were taking these Spring antics too seriously.  How do you celebrate Spring in your town?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3808178685974913892?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3808178685974913892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3808178685974913892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3808178685974913892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3808178685974913892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-thaw.html' title='Spring thaw.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-583838880662454430</id><published>2011-02-27T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:40:36.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusive itch</title><content type='html'>I get all snuggled in bed.  Find the right spot after much tossing and turning. Fix the blankets and sheets just right and the pillow fluffed perfectly.  Just on the verge of my sleepily land dreams it happens.  I get an itch.  On my foot.  It had to pick the farthest part of me.  I have to disturb everything that is making me comfortable. Which I do. Take care of the itch and try to get comfortable again.  But nooooo.  Now the itch begins to travel.  It goes to the back of my leg, to my back,to my left arm then my right.  It drives me to a wide awake state then stops.  That is until I get comfortable again.  Do you sometimes get an evil itch during the night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-583838880662454430?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/583838880662454430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=583838880662454430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/583838880662454430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/583838880662454430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/02/illusive-itch.html' title='Illusive itch'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7811684551903181247</id><published>2011-02-20T14:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:47:39.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy.</title><content type='html'>We have had some very windy days in Pennsylvania, where I live.  It was very windy the other night and my metal trash can was blown away by the wind.  I looked all over for it but it was gone.  The good thing was it was empty so no garbage got blown around.  The next night it was very windy again.  Low and behold the next morning I woke up and the wind blew back my missing garbage can.  It was standing upright on my landing and neatly full of garbage.  Do you have winds that can do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7811684551903181247?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7811684551903181247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7811684551903181247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7811684551903181247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7811684551903181247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/02/windy.html' title='Windy.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6335114259638784909</id><published>2011-02-12T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:25:49.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>I don't usually get excited about valentines day being single and enjoying it.  I was faced with some lovely ladies that lost their husbands this year.  It is sad when people are married for a long time and then are all of a sudden alone again.  I think it is more difficult being alone for a woman more than a man.  Don't get me wrong men get lonely too but for some reason women seem to have it tougher.  So... they invited me to dinner to keep them company for that now dreaded day just so they will have some company.  They are good friends and I was friends with their husbands so we both miss them.  Yes they have families but it is not the same as they would tell you.  So I learned that Valentines day is more than a day for lovers. It is a good day to be a friend and share some times with them too.  What do you do on Valentines day?  I bet you can think of someone that may need a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6335114259638784909?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6335114259638784909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6335114259638784909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6335114259638784909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6335114259638784909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3903831103132518671</id><published>2011-02-07T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:55:58.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteer</title><content type='html'>I volunteer at the Ronald McDonald House and I am hooked on the Burger King new Jalapino sandwich and iced coffee.  I have a Ronald McDonald cup so the ice coffee is easy to hide but I have to eat the sandwich real fast.  I kind of feel like a traitor but those sandwiches are really good.  I like my job at Ronald McDonald's because I get to give away stuffed teddy bears to the little children and their smiles are priceless. Do you do things in work like this too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3903831103132518671?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3903831103132518671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3903831103132518671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3903831103132518671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3903831103132518671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/02/volunteer.html' title='Volunteer'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7974180576976132107</id><published>2011-02-04T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:57:41.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Icy stuff</title><content type='html'>I have a small yellow 2000 VW Beetle.  I really like it but it is real low to the ground and a few inches of snow makes for a little tricky driving.  Do not get me wrong it does drive pretty well in the snow.  Unfortunately we had an ice storm and I got iced in.  It took me a few days to find a man with a plow to dig me out.  I tried to find a woman with a plow first to be fair but I could not find her.  Anyway he did a good job and I am back driving around.  Do you know any women that owns a snow plow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7974180576976132107?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7974180576976132107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7974180576976132107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7974180576976132107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7974180576976132107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/02/icy-stuff.html' title='Icy stuff'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-520094084982114962</id><published>2011-01-28T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:07:48.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Talker</title><content type='html'>I watch my friends dogs once in awhile.  I get free coffee and enjoy them.  My friend has a dog trainer and I was fortunite to meet her.  I was very suprised on how much the dog trainer could talk.  Communication seemed to be her second passion after dog training.  I have never met a person who talks so much and was amazed on her use of language.  The dogs were acting in an excellant manner when she was with them probably because they could not get a bark in otherwise. Do you need a dog trainer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-520094084982114962?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/520094084982114962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=520094084982114962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/520094084982114962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/520094084982114962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/01/dog-talker.html' title='Dog Talker'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-5573140399320692470</id><published>2011-01-17T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:03:05.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and stuff</title><content type='html'>I have not been doing much lately.  The weather here in Pennsylvania has been cold and we have had our share of snow.  So this is just to say hello and hope you all are doing fine.  So, are you getting thru the winter alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-5573140399320692470?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5573140399320692470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=5573140399320692470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5573140399320692470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5573140399320692470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-and-stuff.html' title='Snow and stuff'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1106743482376075038</id><published>2011-01-07T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:48:40.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I have a new job.  I work in a hospital for the Ronald McDonald House and I get to give out Teddy Bears once in awhile.  What a good job it is.  What kind of perks do you have in your job?  What I do is work where the babies are born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1106743482376075038?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1106743482376075038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1106743482376075038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1106743482376075038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1106743482376075038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3290876533876864181</id><published>2011-01-06T22:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:02:42.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>I have been gone for awhile.  I did get my eglobal netbook.  It does not work.  So I am stuck with a $99 Albatross for awhile longer or mayber forever.  My older computer broke down also.  I did finally get a new one and I am using it to finally get back and blog again.  Thank you all for reading this stuff.  I know I just babble but it helps me get thru the day.  Why do you blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3290876533876864181?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3290876533876864181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3290876533876864181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3290876533876864181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3290876533876864181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7977507002764460203</id><published>2010-12-18T22:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:49:11.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>e global wireless</title><content type='html'>Please be careful if you order from e global wireless.  I ordered a $99 netbook on Dec. 4 and the ad said it would be shipped in 2 to 4 days.  It has not been shipped yet.  Did you ever order something that did not get delivered or it was damaged?  Buyer beware.  I noticed that the ad for this notebook was taken off ebay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7977507002764460203?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7977507002764460203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7977507002764460203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7977507002764460203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7977507002764460203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-global-wireless.html' title='e global wireless'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8474237804225455847</id><published>2010-12-03T19:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:38:37.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my keys.</title><content type='html'>I did have 2 sets of car keys.  Now I have one.  I am going crazy trying to find the missing set.  I looked everywhere and I am out of ideas on where they might be.  I checked my car twice and all my shelves, closets, cups, and anything else I can think of.  Poof they vanished when I moved.  Did you ever lose your car keys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8474237804225455847?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8474237804225455847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8474237804225455847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8474237804225455847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8474237804225455847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-my-keys.html' title='Missing my keys.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4377663418294679274</id><published>2010-11-26T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:45:55.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>It snowed today.  It was really beautiful and when I was outside there was no traffic and the only thing I heard was the snow falling.  I also went to my volunteer job at a local hospital and got to work in the delivery room.  There were a few babies born and one woman and her family was waiting for over 18 hours but the baby was not ready to be born yet.  All in all it was a pretty good day.  What kind of day did you have today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4377663418294679274?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4377663418294679274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4377663418294679274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4377663418294679274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4377663418294679274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8504415173928716188</id><published>2010-11-20T19:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:34:51.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer ghosts</title><content type='html'>I think I have a ghost in my computer.  It won't boot up every time I turn it on.  I have to talk to it, curse at it, and now I even do rituals to see if it will turn on.  I tried computer software repairs, took it to the local computer repair store and the same thing happens.  It works for them but when I get it home.  It plays the maybe I'll boot up maybe I won't game with me.  I got fed up and bought a emachine.  A small desktop computer.  I got it hooked up and it worked fine.  I had to try the old computer just to see if it would boot up.  It did.  I tried it again and it booted.  In fact the problem seems to be solved. Maybe I made the old computer jealous. Do you have computer problems or a ghost in your computer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8504415173928716188?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8504415173928716188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8504415173928716188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8504415173928716188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8504415173928716188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/11/computer-ghosts.html' title='Computer ghosts'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6262743434590592808</id><published>2010-11-15T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:06:54.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Part 2</title><content type='html'>Change of address, people to help me move, cancel phone then get new phone.  All these wonderful things to do when moving.  I hope I remember to do it all.  I even wrote some emails to change my physical address.  I want to make sure I get all those Christmas cards.  When was the last time you moved?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6262743434590592808?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6262743434590592808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6262743434590592808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6262743434590592808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6262743434590592808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/11/moving.html' title='Moving Part 2'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1915469644642816119</id><published>2010-11-09T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:14:23.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>I have been meeting a lot of happy sad people today.  They are getting sad news in a happy way.  Like my one friend was sad her husband died but got happy news about a dedication dinner for him.  Sad he passed but happy he was remembered.  My sister was sad about her friend being sick, but happy about her friend being strong and an inspiration for her.  Roses have thorns but are pretty to look at as the saying goes.  Have you had a happy sad experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1915469644642816119?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1915469644642816119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1915469644642816119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1915469644642816119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1915469644642816119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-9110974553866665815</id><published>2010-11-05T19:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T19:17:24.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps</title><content type='html'>I love an afternoon nap on a rainy day.  Rain is soothing to me for some reason and I love to lay down on nice newly washed sheets right out of the dryer.  Then I wake up refreshed and ready to move some furniture and stuff.  I am ready to move and I have a new washer and dryer all picked out.  I am even eying maybe a new desktop computer.  I have been working hard and saving that is why I am taking those naps on rainy days.  Have you had a nap lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-9110974553866665815?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/9110974553866665815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=9110974553866665815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/9110974553866665815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/9110974553866665815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/11/naps.html' title='Naps'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-553348224993445106</id><published>2010-10-31T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:04:42.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween again.  No Halloween types to take my candy.  I am going to move this month so maybe next year I will be closer to the ghosts, witches, and werewolves.  How did you do for Halloween?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-553348224993445106?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/553348224993445106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=553348224993445106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/553348224993445106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/553348224993445106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-338055182837033301</id><published>2010-10-25T23:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:25:48.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipe I Skyped!</title><content type='html'>My daughter and I learned we can make video phone calls from our computer.  We got Skype.  I was fooling around on it trying to make my first phone call.  It worked unfortunately my daughter was in bed in her PJ's and her husband was not ready for the call.  They turned off their video equipment really fast.  My video was not clear and I did not have a working microphone.  My daughter's voice came in crystal clear thru the computer speakers.  All in all it was a little embarrassing but also a fun learning experience.  We hope to get better at the video calls and I am going to get a better microphone.  Have you ever made a video phone call?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-338055182837033301?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/338055182837033301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=338055182837033301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/338055182837033301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/338055182837033301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/10/yipe-i-skyped.html' title='Yipe I Skyped!'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1072757659408509610</id><published>2010-10-22T23:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:51:55.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus</title><content type='html'>I have taken to riding a bus lately.  The local town I work in has expensive parking.  Parking fees take in almost half of my pay.  I discovered I can take the bus and pay 1/2 the fare.  At first I was a little anxious about taking the bus but I am starting to get use to it.  The people that ride the bus hare a colorful class of people.  Most are friendly and almost all thank the bus driver for the ride when they are exiting the bus.  I have not put gas in my car for over 2 weeks and I have 3/4 of a tank still in it.  When is the last time you rode a bus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1072757659408509610?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1072757659408509610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1072757659408509610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1072757659408509610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1072757659408509610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/10/bus.html' title='Bus'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3855055290382938915</id><published>2010-10-18T17:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:15:14.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out!</title><content type='html'>There is a virus going around the Internet created by Antivirus Action.  It is an advertisement for anti-virus software.  Unfortunately the virus is created by Antivirus Action itself.  It locks up your computer until you buy their product.  I lost $69.99 on this deal.  You can check it by googling Antivirus Action.  Have you had a computer virus lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3855055290382938915?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3855055290382938915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3855055290382938915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3855055290382938915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3855055290382938915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/10/watch-out.html' title='Watch out!'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6425813558472747317</id><published>2010-10-16T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:01:02.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree son.</title><content type='html'>It is treason because they stole the tree son.  My graduating class purchased a memorial in our local city park.  They had a little gathering to dedicate a tree that was placed there in order to remember our passed classmates.  Yep!  The tree was stolen after two days.  For some reason knowing some of the students that passed I get they are smiling and got a kick out of that.  There is a reward to capture the tree thief and a replacement tree was put in its place just in case it will not be returned.  If it is we will have a pair of memorial trees.  Have you any stories like this or about trees?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6425813558472747317?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6425813558472747317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6425813558472747317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6425813558472747317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6425813558472747317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/10/tree-son.html' title='Tree son.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8621800971282617196</id><published>2010-10-11T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:16:35.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all my friends that wished me a Happy Birthday, especially on Facebook.  I am not a good Facebook person and do not log on to it as much as I probably should.  It was nice to have all those birthday wishes.  Are you on Facebook?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8621800971282617196?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8621800971282617196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8621800971282617196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8621800971282617196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8621800971282617196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8397998816761756009</id><published>2010-10-08T21:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:13:58.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>I am getting in the moving mood.  I want a bigger place to live and I may have found it.  I was looking at a new washer and dryer too!  I went shopping and told the salespeople I was looking for the easiest washer and dryer to use.  I want the least amount of things to turn and push.  I found a Whirlpool that seems like the best price and not a lot of buttons and bells.  How are your appliances and are you happy where you are living now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8397998816761756009?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8397998816761756009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8397998816761756009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8397998816761756009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8397998816761756009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4594839338563115767</id><published>2010-10-02T22:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:18:25.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Tires</title><content type='html'>Today I was reminded of blue tires.  I use to own a 1991 Blue HD Motorcycle.  I went to the HD dealer because I needed new tires.  I saw a tire that had blue stripes on it.  I thought they would look cool on my bike.  I rode around with those blue tires until they wore out.  The blue had faded and I was disappointed in them because of that.  I went to my friends house and he just bought motorcycle tires that had the blue stripe on them.  To my astonishment he took a hose and cleaned the blue off the tires.  I asked him what did he do that for?  He said, "you don't leave the blue on the tires you always wash them off".  I said, "I did not do that because they matched my blue bike".  He was amazed and told me he thought I did not wash my tires because I was lazy.  I never bought blue tires again.  I felt pretty stupid but I still think they made my motorcycle look cool.  Have you ever had a blue tire experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4594839338563115767?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4594839338563115767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4594839338563115767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4594839338563115767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4594839338563115767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/10/blue-tires.html' title='Blue Tires'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7077951935057325776</id><published>2010-09-30T17:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:18:01.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Office</title><content type='html'>Recently I went to a city Post Office.  I was there about 20 minutes before I got to post my letter.  They use to have a machine to buy stamps but for some reason they took them out and I had to buy my stamp at the desk.  One stamp.  That is all I got.  I am so use to using my computer to pay bills and send emails to my friends that when I need a stamp every now and then I am amazed at how slow the mail really is.  How about you.  Have you gone to the Post Office recently?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7077951935057325776?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7077951935057325776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7077951935057325776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7077951935057325776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7077951935057325776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/09/post-office.html' title='Post Office'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-28530395127671470</id><published>2010-09-20T23:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:37:03.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death does sting.</title><content type='html'>A man died today.  He was like a brother I admired.  He was in his late 50's, laid down to take a nap and never woke up.  The world makes a turn and changes when someone close to me dies.  Like an Era ends, the weather gets colder, and the glass is half empty.  How are your friends today? Keep them close because when the leaves fall off the tree.  They fall pretty hard sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-28530395127671470?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/28530395127671470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=28530395127671470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/28530395127671470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/28530395127671470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/09/death-does-sting.html' title='Death does sting.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-2759302358073032510</id><published>2010-09-14T23:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:17:59.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Classes</title><content type='html'>I signed up for a computer class.  I am learning Microsoft Excel.  I can follow along pretty good in the class but using my memory afterward is a bit tough.  Learning something new when you are older is a challenge.  You can teach an old dog new tricks though.  Well not a lot of new tricks maybe a couple.  I did get a Certificate of Achievement.  I was going for the lollipop but they did not have any.  The best thing was I got paid to take the class and learn something.  Which I did.  It is more fun to be paid to learn than pay to learn. I seem to be repeating my posts, which leads to the same question,"Have you learned anything new?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-2759302358073032510?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2759302358073032510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=2759302358073032510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2759302358073032510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2759302358073032510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/09/computer-classes.html' title='Computer Classes'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4174081727634909088</id><published>2010-09-08T14:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:39:55.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>I hate going to town and have to deal with meter parking.  Mostly because you only get so much time which always seems to be too little time.  The most you can get is 2 hours on the meter.  Then you have to move your car to another parking meter because you cannot "feed the meter."  Meaning you cannot put more money in the same meter to get more time parking.  The city does not want you in the same parking space for more than two hours.  If you do feed the meter you get a fine.  I know this because I fed the meter now I am a feed the meter felon.  How is parking in your city?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4174081727634909088?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4174081727634909088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4174081727634909088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4174081727634909088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4174081727634909088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/09/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6527506747001260028</id><published>2010-09-02T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:15:26.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Engine Lights</title><content type='html'>On a car dashboard an area exists that turns on malfunctioning stuff affecting your car.  These lights can tell you if your car is overheating, oil is low, and even that you need to inflate your tires.  Sometimes these engine lights go on even though there is nothing wrong because of a fuse or a short in your electrical system. These lights drive me to distraction and I wonder if my car is going to blow up if one of these lights go on.  Are you affected by these warning lights?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6527506747001260028?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6527506747001260028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6527506747001260028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6527506747001260028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6527506747001260028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/09/engine-lights.html' title='Engine Lights'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-845740621020832189</id><published>2010-08-30T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:59:03.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Stuff</title><content type='html'>I am learning Microsoft Excel because I need to excel in something.  I could not resist that pun.  I have a new Job and I have to learn Microsoft Excel.  I am getting a lot of help from people in work and by just typing in Microsoft Excel Tutorials in Google I get tons of help.  Learning is getting easier and easier.  I can still order a CD and learn that way too!  Have you learned something new thru Google?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-845740621020832189?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/845740621020832189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=845740621020832189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/845740621020832189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/845740621020832189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/learning-stuff.html' title='Learning Stuff'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4896576545861292091</id><published>2010-08-26T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:59:13.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I just started a new job and I am a bit anxious about doing it.  I want to do well and did good the first couple of days.  I am not use to working, because I have been on disability and I am just venturing back to the work force.  It does feel good to be productive again.  I just hope I can keep up with the demands of this new life.  The best part is I get to go to Dunkin Donuts more because I am working and now I get Dunkin before and after work.  Have you started a new job or adventure lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4896576545861292091?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4896576545861292091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4896576545861292091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4896576545861292091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4896576545861292091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-9065589608002247715</id><published>2010-08-22T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:26:59.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir of Angels</title><content type='html'>I was in church and coming back from communion.  The organist was playing up some great angelic song and a good Christian lick on the organ. Unfortunately I bumped into the microphone and it hit her face.  I felt terrible and tried to catch the microphone and hit her again.  Finally I just backed away and slinked into my pew.  After mass I apologized to her and she said to me, "I am a 4Th grade music teacher and I am use to the kids doing things like that."  I guess being compared to a 4Th grader was better than being compared to a 1St grader so I apologized again for good measure and trotted out of church.  Have you ever had an embarrassing moment in church?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-9065589608002247715?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/9065589608002247715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=9065589608002247715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/9065589608002247715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/9065589608002247715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/choir-of-angels.html' title='Choir of Angels'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1538059462794451683</id><published>2010-08-20T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:48:34.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Way.</title><content type='html'>People really get irritated with me when I go the wrong way on a one way street.  I have driven this one road for years and they changed the street to one way.  I naturally approached it and went on it the right way down the wrong way after they changed the way it used to be.  I was use to going the other way.  Well!  People yelled at me, beeped their horns, showed me hand signals and everything.  I only went like a quarter of a block then lucky for me there was a parking lot I turned in.  It exited the right way down this other new one way street that I went down the right way.  People were happier with me when I did that.  Did you ever go down the street the wrong way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1538059462794451683?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1538059462794451683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1538059462794451683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1538059462794451683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1538059462794451683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/wrong-way.html' title='Wrong Way.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-8943016780340725225</id><published>2010-08-16T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:18:16.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In tell i gent.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I am smart and doing the right thing, or try to look cool and end up looking more like a colon.  Like riding a motorcycle and feeling all motorcycle cool and then tip the bike over in front of a couple of hundred people.  The smarter I try to be the dumber I end up.  So when somebody tells me to just be myself that is a pretty scary bit of advice.  Oh well!  That is the way life happens sometimes.  Do you know what I am talking about?  God bless you if you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-8943016780340725225?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8943016780340725225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=8943016780340725225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8943016780340725225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/8943016780340725225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-tell-i-gent.html' title='In tell i gent.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-389673839642228671</id><published>2010-08-14T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:11:18.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Break</title><content type='html'>My CD Changer on my car broke.  I have been having trouble with it.  It stuck 3 times before and this time it was a permanent stuck.  The door seems to have broken on it.  It is just an annoyance more than anything else.  I did not like the changer to begin with.  Now I have an excuse to get a new and better one.  That is not really what I want to do.  I also have some damage where my running boards are.  I think I'd rather fix that first.  Music I have.  The radio and cassette player still works so musically I am fine.  Maybe this was a wake up call to get my priorities straight on what to fix on my car and what really is important.  Priorities need prioritizing sometimes.  What are your priorities lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-389673839642228671?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/389673839642228671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=389673839642228671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/389673839642228671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/389673839642228671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-break.html' title='Things Break'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3902962719403337381</id><published>2010-08-11T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:01:45.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisty.</title><content type='html'>How come the more you use your phone the more twisty the phone cord gets?  I just had to untwist my phone cord because of it being overly twisty.  Things like this do not usually bother me but for some reason the more twisty the phone cord got the more twisted my head got looking at it.  Do certain things like twisty phone cords or some other twisty things bother you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3902962719403337381?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3902962719403337381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3902962719403337381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3902962719403337381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3902962719403337381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/twisty.html' title='Twisty.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-5565335820438818416</id><published>2010-08-05T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:53:06.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice</title><content type='html'>I just realized I posted about going out with friends to dinner twice.  Once to a restaurant the other at their home.  I have just been getting out a lot lately.  That is not all I do with my friends.  Like tomorrow we are going for lunch.  OK.  I am going over their house and visit with their pets.  Sometimes I go to a friends house and visit their grandkids.  Then there are the times I just go over to watch TV with them or just have a coffee and visit.  Then there are the times I get to help them do things around their house like fix a car or something.  What do you do when you get together with friends?  I may have asked that before.  I guess I am blessed with good friends and hope you are too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-5565335820438818416?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5565335820438818416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=5565335820438818416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5565335820438818416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5565335820438818416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/twice.html' title='Twice'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3234399490777734413</id><published>2010-08-05T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:44:43.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full</title><content type='html'>I just came back from my friends house.  They made dinner for me.  I had steak and this wonderful concoction of garlic, carrots, peppers and other veggies.  Man it was the best dinner I had since, well the last time I visited them.  Have you been to a friends house for dinner?  I hope you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3234399490777734413?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3234399490777734413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3234399490777734413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3234399490777734413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3234399490777734413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/full.html' title='Full'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-7200669526369142752</id><published>2010-07-31T16:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:09:28.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Going out with a few friends for dinner tonight.  Well actually more than a few.  A group of people that graduated with me are getting together.  I am really bored and looking for company.  We may even go dancing after the dinner.  I am not that great a dancer anymore but it is good to get out.  Do you get out with friends once in awhile?  I hope you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-7200669526369142752?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7200669526369142752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=7200669526369142752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7200669526369142752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/7200669526369142752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-1687770523802297229</id><published>2010-07-25T23:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:42:30.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Car</title><content type='html'>I finally found a good used car.  Actually my friend Clinton found it.  It is a 2000 Yellow VW Bug. It only has 23000 miles on it and a little scratch on the side.  I paid less than $4500 and I am as thrilled as a Jack Rabbit in a Playboy club.  I will donate my Chevy Blazer to the Veteran Donate a Car people.  It has over 200000 miles on it. The strange part was that the VW was being sold by an 87 year old lady that liked to hit curbs.  Any car deals in your future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-1687770523802297229?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1687770523802297229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=1687770523802297229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1687770523802297229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/1687770523802297229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-car.html' title='New Car'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-2429511216945018756</id><published>2010-07-22T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:00:47.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Ride</title><content type='html'>I am looking for a new used car.  Nothing special just something to get me to my Dr. appointments and go for an occasional ice cream and BBQ.  I found this car on ebay a 1999 Pontiac Grand Am.  So I called up the owner and he came over my house to give me a test ride.  He took off and was going near and over 100 mph. He went on the local highway and we were going so fast we passed ourselves when we were coming back just like the movie Back to the Future.  I feel like I just drank 12 cups of coffee.  I did not buy the car, but I do know the brakes work fantastically. Have you been on a test ride in a car you are about to purchase lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-2429511216945018756?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2429511216945018756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=2429511216945018756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2429511216945018756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2429511216945018756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/hell-ride.html' title='Hell Ride'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6453605577189246039</id><published>2010-07-19T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:29:49.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambling</title><content type='html'>My two sisters like to gamble.  One gambles in Atlantic City because she lives in New Jersey and my other sister gambles in Pennsylvania in the new Casinos that have popped up around were we live.  Me I am a lottery person.  They, my sisters, seem to do pretty good but I am not a big winner.  I win enough to keep me playing. Well that is about it.  I wrote an email to my daughter and then wrote this because I am pretty bored.  I am reading a Kurt Vonnegut book and that helps pass the time also.  Do you gamble?  I hope you win more than I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6453605577189246039?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6453605577189246039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6453605577189246039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6453605577189246039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6453605577189246039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/gambling.html' title='Gambling'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-4431687274836456336</id><published>2010-07-17T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:30:35.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground hog.</title><content type='html'>I ground a groundhog today with my car.  I would have missed the furry creature but he did a u-turn and ran under my tire.  I felt bad but he must have been a suicidal groundhog to u-turn like that and run under my tire.  Critters do that on the roads now and then.  The last time that happened to me I was on my motorcycle and a deer did a u-turn on me.  I bent my fender a bit and had some deer hair in my headlight. The deer was ok.  He ran off into the woods and seemed unhurt.  I hit him in the flank part of his body so he might have been a bit sore later on.  Animals tend to scare me when stuff like this happens.  Have you ever been part of a road kill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-4431687274836456336?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4431687274836456336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=4431687274836456336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4431687274836456336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/4431687274836456336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/ground-hog.html' title='Ground hog.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-2425365763203514292</id><published>2010-07-11T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:41:14.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Watermelon.</title><content type='html'>Summertime and the weather can be hot, humid and not pretty.  I have found a nice treat to cool myself off and quench my thirst.  It is called frozen stuff.  I like frozen grapes and frozen watermelon.  The grapes I leave in the freezer but the watermelon I only put it in the freezer for an hour.  That way the watermelon is just frozen enough.  So when I put it in my mouth it truly melts into a nice icy treat.  What summertime treats do you have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-2425365763203514292?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2425365763203514292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=2425365763203514292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2425365763203514292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2425365763203514292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/frozen-watermelon.html' title='Frozen Watermelon.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-5482737677212226515</id><published>2010-07-08T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:21:44.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aarrgghh twas a good rafting trip.</title><content type='html'>We had a good day and a good trip on our rafting ship.  We were pirates, drifting down the Amazon.  We saw eagles, elephants, hippos, and other strange and wondrous wildlife.  It was about a 4 hour trip and I enjoyed every second of it.  Now I am going to sit back eat some ice cream and dream of the wonderful day experienced by me and my 3 crew members.  I hope you can enjoy a day like today and if you already have you know what I am drifting on about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-5482737677212226515?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5482737677212226515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=5482737677212226515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5482737677212226515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5482737677212226515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/aarrgghh-twas-good-rafting-trip.html' title='Aarrgghh twas a good rafting trip.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3961480624706588500</id><published>2010-07-07T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:28:02.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>River Rides</title><content type='html'>I am going to try something called, "Rafting."  I am going on a river in a rubber raft.  It is not suppose to be a river with a lot of rapids.  It is suppose to be a nice calm river.  I am going with other people so I will not be alone in the raft.  I have been wanting to do this for awhile and I will have the opportunity tomorrow, or not.  It depends if everyone shows up.  If not, I will be going for a nice lunch in a restaurant by the river.  That I know I can handle.  The last time I tried a river trip was in a canoe.  I fell out of the canoe and people thought I drowned and they had cops and rangers and helicopters looking for me.  I am hoping to avoid that this time.  Needless to say I am a little anxious about this trip.  So if you don't see me write anymore here then the trip did not go well.  I think everything will be OK.  Have you ever gone on a river trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3961480624706588500?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3961480624706588500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3961480624706588500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3961480624706588500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3961480624706588500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/river-rides.html' title='River Rides'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-6306962598094207995</id><published>2010-07-06T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:03:12.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>I like coffee.  The problem is I drink too much and I get jittery.  Today it was about 98 degrees outside and I have been drinking iced coffee all day.  Iced coffee I have found gets me as jittery as warm coffee.  Yep!  I am definitely Jitterizing pretty good.  My mind has reached the over 100 thoughts per second speed and I am jumping around like a cricket on a hot plate.  Good coffee.  There is another side effect that is not so great.  Lots of coffee equals a lot of trips to the rest areas in and outside the home.  Another bad side effect is that time seems to be standing still but I am anything but still, physically or mentally.  I may be repeating my self and that is another effect of my iced coffee consumption. How about you do you have a coffee intolerance or can you drink it and still be stable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-6306962598094207995?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6306962598094207995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=6306962598094207995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6306962598094207995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/6306962598094207995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-2025852036930764937</id><published>2010-07-01T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:15:14.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flushed</title><content type='html'>I had a problem with my toilet or loo.  It kept on flushing and running water.  It has been doing this for a month but today it got worse.  So I called my handy dandy maintenance team and they came over and fixed it right up.  If I had known they would have been that fast I would have called sooner.  Maintenance people are cool.  Especially for me because I am a bad plumber.  I was just amazed on how fast they responded and fixed everything up.  So hats off to plumbers day is today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-2025852036930764937?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2025852036930764937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=2025852036930764937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2025852036930764937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/2025852036930764937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/07/flushed.html' title='Flushed'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-5665663349629600730</id><published>2010-06-30T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:52:01.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hornets</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine got bit by a hornet.  She is OK and recovering nicely from the bite.  It reminded me of when I was about 12.  My friend and his brother and I went for a walk in the woods.  His brother stepped in a hornets nest.  Not knowing what to do we let him follow us at 10 or 12 arms length away so the hornets around him would not get us.  We walked a few blocks and finally got him home.  Opened the door to his kitchen then pushed him in.  We called his mother and she was confronted with a son with hornets on him and in his shirt.  She screamed.  He screamed. We screamed. The hornets screamed and flew all around the kitchen. We felt like hero's we got him, Jimmy, home safely.  His mother never saw it that way but she recovered, Jimmy recovered and the hornets flew out the window she opened. Have you ever done a heroic thing for your friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-5665663349629600730?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5665663349629600730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=5665663349629600730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5665663349629600730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/5665663349629600730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/06/hornets.html' title='Hornets'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-89492453705058312</id><published>2010-06-29T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:41:53.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wright, right, wrong.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel I am right and sometimes I feel I am wrong.  Lately I feel I am wrong about everything.  I like to be right once in awhile but not when it offends or hurts the other person that has to be right.  Right and wrong seems to cause a lot of fights in a relationship, especially marriage.  I am single so if I argue a right or wrong issue to myself it does not matter if I win or not.  Just so I make sure I do not go to bed mad at myself.  I am only writing this now because I need something to do before my show "RESCUE ME" comes on.  I like the show because I think we all need rescuing once in awhile.  What do you do to fill in the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-89492453705058312?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/89492453705058312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=89492453705058312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/89492453705058312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/89492453705058312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/06/wright-right-wrong.html' title='Wright, right, wrong.'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386924.post-3031611181978418912</id><published>2010-06-26T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:49:08.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>I have been very sleepy lately.  I blame it on my air conditioner.  It is summer again and the weather is warmer.  I put on my little AC unit and seem to drift away.  I did get to go to a few car shows.  Those old and some of the newer cars are fun to look at.  Especially if the trip ends in getting some ice cream.  Are you keeping cool this summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;92626&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386924-3031611181978418912?l=chumlyfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3031611181978418912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386924&amp;postID=3031611181978418912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3031611181978418912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386924/posts/default/3031611181978418912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumlyfelix.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>chumly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437149087404141014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IkrpKRSHerY/R29Svd1333I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VAIBzaqanj8/S220/012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
