<?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-6318814186532579814</id><updated>2012-02-03T00:16:24.052-07:00</updated><category term='Howard'/><category term='Where&apos;s George?'/><category term='asstap'/><category term='Father&apos;s day'/><category term='numismatist'/><category term='advice'/><category term='A.S.S.'/><category term='FSIL'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Sir Macca'/><category term='C8'/><category term='morph movie'/><category term='cell phone'/><category term='Bird'/><category term='fsil II'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='video'/><category term='comic'/><category term='Hans'/><category term='megs'/><category term='Coneheads'/><category term='Global'/><category term='cs'/><title type='text'>(ld)2 or ld squared</title><subtitle type='html'>&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;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lonesome Dove&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; ld = (ld)&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;: A blog for the nieces to garner nuggets of wisdom.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>417</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-3098102818956095041</id><published>2012-02-03T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:16:24.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cs = Crankshaft?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=3098102818956095041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3098102818956095041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3098102818956095041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2012/02/cs-crankshaft.html' title='cs = Crankshaft?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XA4yNU-y4o0/TyuJgVUA4oI/AAAAAAAABS8/LFV5LEpdv0M/s72-c/363714.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-8576818703930397781</id><published>2012-01-23T20:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:14:02.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See what happens when you make bad decisions...don't have a grandson with a dog collar.</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=8576818703930397781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8576818703930397781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8576818703930397781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2012/01/see-what-happens-when-you-make-bad.html' title='See what happens when you make bad decisions...don&apos;t have a grandson with a dog collar.'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/c-zG5U0v3gU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-8409637125142235558</id><published>2011-12-26T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:03:22.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Mrs.</title><summary type='text'>New couple starting their life adventure together. Love you two.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=8409637125142235558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8409637125142235558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8409637125142235558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2011/12/mr-mrs.html' title='Mr. &amp; Mrs.'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmhfV6ZF8kg/TvlDcgMXfqI/AAAAAAAABSk/tkasp--oSnc/s72-c/JandJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6484217498416155662</id><published>2011-07-11T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:42:49.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Union worker</title><summary type='text'>Saturday, we were having a barbecue at Kenzie and Brig's. cs wanted me to get some ice out of the cooler for the drinks. c8 was sitting on the cooler. I asked her to move so that I could get some ice.

Hold on, I'm on a break, was her reply.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6484217498416155662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6484217498416155662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6484217498416155662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2011/07/union-worker.html' title='Union worker'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4326869537213448824</id><published>2011-07-11T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:40:11.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words I've heard</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4326869537213448824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4326869537213448824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4326869537213448824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2011/07/words-ive-heard.html' title='Words I&apos;ve heard'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNWjfLCbmYA/ThuI9Ijd4mI/AAAAAAAABQc/Qn-KuK2ZpU0/s72-c/crlil110711.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4871500728199735925</id><published>2011-04-26T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:03:31.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chest or Drawers?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4871500728199735925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4871500728199735925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4871500728199735925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2011/04/chest-or-drawers.html' title='Chest or Drawers?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZLDFzj0XfI/Tbejj5KDOGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/uL6TXhMDlZk/s72-c/Pickles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4960128853967247533</id><published>2011-03-03T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:42:45.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan A or Plan B?</title><summary type='text'>
Plan A or Plan B, either way, today marks 36 years of bringing home the bacon and keeping the lights on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4960128853967247533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4960128853967247533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4960128853967247533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2011/03/plan-or-plan-b.html' title='Plan A or Plan B?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ibBNX8boB4I/TXBQQPjCZKI/AAAAAAAABPY/6mH9skIq3co/s72-c/Shermans_Lagoon.20110227_small.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-8914857539604622784</id><published>2011-01-27T19:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:02:37.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U scream, I scream explained</title><summary type='text'>c8 and cs were eating ice cream together in the next room. A while later, c8 comes running in to tell me, Butz, I count to ten. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 and then my brain goes away!

Say what?

Toots, and I eat the ice cream and then it hurts my brain. We count to 10 and then my brain goes away.

Oh, I get it - the brain freeze.

Yeah, the brain flees.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=8914857539604622784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8914857539604622784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8914857539604622784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2011/01/u-scream-i-scream-explained.html' title='U scream, I scream explained'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7575587078675808800</id><published>2011-01-15T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:27:49.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic relief</title><summary type='text'>

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7575587078675808800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7575587078675808800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7575587078675808800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2011/01/comic-relief.html' title='Comic relief'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TTKBLHQBmEI/AAAAAAAABPE/cwtrxK3fER0/s72-c/348527.full.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-3713666611173152111</id><published>2011-01-15T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:57:21.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man said</title><summary type='text'>First, let me give a little background to bring you up to speed.

From day one, (ever since c8 was born) cs would tell c8. The man said… to get her to do something that she was fussing about or didn't want to do — i.e. The man said that you should eat your carrots, The man said that you need to put on your shoes, etc.

Our BYU ward has started reading the Book of Mormon. Every day we are to read </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=3713666611173152111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3713666611173152111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3713666611173152111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2011/01/man-said.html' title='The Man said'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-2075868809537002619</id><published>2010-12-19T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:32:55.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man in Red</title><summary type='text'>The man in red made his appearance for the year. It was a hit with the little ones.




</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=2075868809537002619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2075868809537002619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2075868809537002619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/12/man-in-red.html' title='The Man in Red'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TQ6-3HOJ0dI/AAAAAAAABOk/g3TY4W8RtcM/s72-c/IMG_3316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6071682349161757033</id><published>2010-11-25T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:32:09.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving festivities</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6071682349161757033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6071682349161757033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6071682349161757033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-festivities.html' title='Thanksgiving festivities'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6309564143439553092</id><published>2010-11-03T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:22:35.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You can call me Hoke</title><summary type='text'>When I got home from work today, cs wanted me to take her to the credit union to cash some checks. jl had the car and wouldn't get home before closing time.

Okay, but hurry, I want to get back home. I've got some things to do. So, I took her to the credit union and waited while she did her banking.

As soon as she got into the vehicle, Now, take me to WINCO so that I can do some shopping.

Yes'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6309564143439553092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6309564143439553092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6309564143439553092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-can-call-me-hoke.html' title='You can call me &lt;i&gt;Hoke&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TNIKdoqvTDI/AAAAAAAABOg/fD07UwKbBg4/s72-c/driving-miss-daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-3964520459754668093</id><published>2010-10-27T12:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:12:04.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of the times</title><summary type='text'>It's been said that only intellectuals live in DC. Judging by their parking signs, you need a PhD. They have signs for when you can park on the street and what day of the week.

We failed the first night…we've got the $100 ticket to prove it. One of our group actually saw a posting that had 5 signs on the post.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=3964520459754668093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3964520459754668093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3964520459754668093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/10/sign-of-times.html' title='Sign of the times'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TMhpCnyI-XI/AAAAAAAABOQ/q_9u8J7K_6o/s72-c/IMGP0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-2571382886575030922</id><published>2010-10-27T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:58:49.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3222 13th Street NW</title><summary type='text'>Here are some more pics of our accommodations while we were visiting Washington DC. This is the front of the Brownstone. There was an apartment below us. You climbed the steps to get to the front door. Unlocked it with a combination lock. Stepped into an entry way where you opened the combination lock on the door to get into the apartment. Up a flight of stairs to the kitchen and family room, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=2571382886575030922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2571382886575030922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2571382886575030922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/10/3222-13th-street-nw.html' title='3222 13th Street NW'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TMhkwC-V9cI/AAAAAAAABN8/ENJmuXUp4EU/s72-c/IMGP0607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5613717498890002193</id><published>2010-10-26T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:27:09.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin' @ the Whitehouse</title><summary type='text'>No visit to DC would be complete without callin' on the Prez. Unfortunately, he wasn't at home, but the lights were on and the door was open…so we helped ourselves to takin' a look around the place.



White House porch



1600 Pennsylvania Avenue



</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5613717498890002193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5613717498890002193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5613717498890002193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/10/chillin-whitehouse.html' title='Chillin&apos; @ the Whitehouse'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TMbkf_ukCFI/AAAAAAAABN0/k2y7YQcC9pY/s72-c/WH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7271270393775046233</id><published>2010-10-25T19:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:29:18.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington DC — part deux</title><summary type='text'>

Today we hit the National Gallery of Art and to satisfy my numismatic cravings — The Bureau of Printing and Engraving. We saw some interesting things at both places.

Here is a sampling of the Art:



Beauty &amp; the Beast

The artist is Giuseppe Arcimboldo (1527-1593). His paintings were portraits of people made of painted fruit, vegetables and other assorted items. He has a couple of paintings </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7271270393775046233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7271270393775046233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7271270393775046233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/10/washington-dc-part-deux.html' title='Washington DC — part deux'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TMYqadqHuDI/AAAAAAAABNY/S7-pfqNFqmc/s72-c/IMGP0596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-2406398694389911820</id><published>2010-10-24T20:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:51:26.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Ring</title><summary type='text'>
cs, myself and two other couples decided to go to Washington (DC that is.) If it was good enough for Mr. Smith, then by golly, it was good enough for us. We left on Wednesday, October 20th flying from SLC to Denver (flight delayed for an hour) and then on to Reagan airport in DC. The pilot slammed on the brakes as soon as we landed. (cs later informed me that was because Reagan airport has a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=2406398694389911820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2406398694389911820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2406398694389911820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let Freedom Ring'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TMh6OcoEzjI/AAAAAAAABOU/Lr14_EE4GcQ/s72-c/IMGP0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4224449659980346209</id><published>2010-10-13T18:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:37:25.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle in Chile</title><summary type='text'>Last night was another “aha” moment. The excitement and anticipation reminded me of 41 years ago, the summer of 1969 – watching the moon landing and waiting to see one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.

My heart was in my throat as I watched the live feed on http://www.cnn.com/ to see the ascension to freedom of the first miner from the depths of the earth. It was equally striking. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4224449659980346209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4224449659980346209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4224449659980346209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/10/miracle-in-chile.html' title='Miracle in Chile'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1889204163296091616</id><published>2010-09-25T08:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:51:42.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning conversations</title><summary type='text'>c8 spent the night with us last night. First thing in the morning she told me: Butz, I dweamed and dweamed last night somethin’, somethin’, somethin’.

I asked her to repeat it several times before I got the gist of it.

Butz, I dreamed and dreamed last night, I dreamed a lot. I got to ride a merry-go-round.

A few minutes later, cs, fixes us some breakfast. I tell her about c8’s dream.

He’s an </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1889204163296091616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1889204163296091616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1889204163296091616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/09/morning-conversations.html' title='Morning conversations'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4967041200317986467</id><published>2010-09-11T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:33:02.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><summary type='text'>jl: I can deal with people…it's just that I don't like to deal with them that often…
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4967041200317986467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4967041200317986467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4967041200317986467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5975206204303289009</id><published>2010-08-17T20:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:06:31.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye...</title><summary type='text'>Conversations with a 2 year old...

See ya later alligator.
After awhile crocodile.
Not too soon you big baboon.
Never, never toilet lever.

…hey Butz, I not a lever lever. I'm a Princess!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5975206204303289009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5975206204303289009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5975206204303289009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/08/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying goodbye...'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-8443712825613361451</id><published>2010-08-14T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:08:23.350-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fsil II'/><title type='text'>Cheeseheads</title><summary type='text'>In honor of FSIL II. Brought a smile to my face.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=8443712825613361451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8443712825613361451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8443712825613361451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/08/cheeseheads.html' title='Cheeseheads'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-2838498095659178889</id><published>2010-07-29T09:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:46:10.480-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cs'/><title type='text'>...wish I had said that</title><summary type='text'>From the mouth of computer aficionado, cs, came this memorable quote:

I've been noticing lately that the more information I put on my computer laptop the heavier it gets.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=2838498095659178889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2838498095659178889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2838498095659178889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/07/wish-i-said-that.html' title='...wish I had said that'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1849890365581652538</id><published>2010-07-24T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:01:17.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><summary type='text'>


Washing up for dinner. 






Going for a ride on my horse. 




Dance little doggy. Dance for me. 



A boy's best friend.



</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1849890365581652538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1849890365581652538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1849890365581652538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/07/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TEtCHPPwbZI/AAAAAAAABLA/fy24apWv4Ts/s72-c/ld+washing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1436761304408831579</id><published>2010-07-15T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:22:48.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Spice - BYU style</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1436761304408831579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1436761304408831579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1436761304408831579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-spice-byu-style_15.html' title='Old Spice - BYU style'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4888045537800708347</id><published>2010-07-14T09:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:06:24.457-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sir Macca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cs'/><title type='text'>Better than a $2 tie...much much better</title><summary type='text'>On Father's day I got this as a present from my kids.


Last night, cs and I went and enjoyed! It had been a long, long time since I had attended a rock concert. I must say that this crowd was extremely different than the last time. There were AARP card carriers all around. We fit right in. Everywhere you looked in the crowd of 20,000 there were geriatrics to behold...




It was fifteen minutes </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4888045537800708347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4888045537800708347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4888045537800708347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-than-2-tiemuch-much-better.html' title='Better than a $2 tie...much much better'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/TD3KzwYI8BI/AAAAAAAABJ4/i65CjIqcZF0/s72-c/Tickets2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1815548670012848177</id><published>2010-07-01T20:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:17:02.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK go</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1815548670012848177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1815548670012848177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1815548670012848177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok-go.html' title='OK go'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-2638882128380393850</id><published>2010-06-23T19:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:20:59.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with c8</title><summary type='text'>c8 has gotten rather verbose…and what's more…you can actually understand what she is saying.We were going somewhere and I told her she had to get her shoes on. She brings one shoe to me and I tell her that she needs to find the other one before we can go. She disappears for a while and comes back with the same shoe in her hand. I tell her once more that see needs to find the other shoe. Her reply</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=2638882128380393850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2638882128380393850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2638882128380393850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/06/conversations-with-c8.html' title='Conversations with c8'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5168357627353657773</id><published>2010-04-23T07:20:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:53:46.717-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fsil II'/><title type='text'>It's official: KS to BS</title><summary type='text'>FSIL II graduated from BYU yesterday. We (Sister Megs, his parents, cs, and I) attended the ceremony at the Marriott Center. They were showing the procession of the students coming from the Administration building to the Marriott Center on the jumbotron (big screen TV). cs recognized Kodison in the throng by his height, his mother recognized him by his walk, I recognized him by the way he carried</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5168357627353657773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5168357627353657773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5168357627353657773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-official-ks-to-bs.html' title='It&apos;s official: KS to BS'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/S9Ge97baE_I/AAAAAAAABJg/ixCtgFPoBMk/s72-c/IMGP0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5467731676680004444</id><published>2010-03-30T20:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:30:23.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;C 18:15</title><summary type='text'>I generally scan The Church News to see if I know any of the newly called church leaders from the country of Venezuela. Once in a while I will recognize a name. Sometimes, I will browse the church directory of organizations and leaders to see whether I recognize any names. Sunday, I had a name catch my eye: David Alberto Godoy Ramirez.36 years ago my companion and I taught this young </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5467731676680004444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5467731676680004444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5467731676680004444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/03/d-1815.html' title='D&amp;C 18:15'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/S7KvpVfioTI/AAAAAAAABI4/irl1iyocSoY/s72-c/Godoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-102683260069741158</id><published>2010-03-09T21:42:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:58:54.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><summary type='text'>Now, I belong.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=102683260069741158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/102683260069741158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/102683260069741158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/S5cjm6GdM4I/AAAAAAAABIw/sGEmej2Qp4Q/s72-c/staches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5759648474670220613</id><published>2010-03-05T12:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:37:50.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: Egnorance</title><summary type='text'>My response to Egnorance. (n) The egotistical combination of ignorance and arrogance.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5759648474670220613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5759648474670220613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5759648474670220613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/03/re-egnorance.html' title='RE: Egnorance'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/S5FdZBOZLqI/AAAAAAAABIg/z3OdrUPlWjE/s72-c/Pickles2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-204492311589969464</id><published>2010-03-03T06:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:23:46.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tacky the Penguin</title><summary type='text'>This is Jacob Cloward. He is one of our "students".He played Santa at our ward Christmas party.Here, he displays another one of his talents.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=204492311589969464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/204492311589969464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/204492311589969464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/03/tacky-penguin.html' title='Tacky the Penguin'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/S45iiAr7XBI/AAAAAAAABIY/qrkxQgyucFY/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6774767794834629935</id><published>2010-02-13T12:29:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:39:50.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabling</title><summary type='text'>…this is my Exec. Sec…</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6774767794834629935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6774767794834629935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6774767794834629935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/02/tabling.html' title='Tabling'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4542403152297092603</id><published>2010-02-13T11:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:39:25.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single ladies - BYU style</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4542403152297092603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4542403152297092603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4542403152297092603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/02/single-ladies-byu-style.html' title='Single ladies - BYU style'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4130493330108691328</id><published>2010-02-11T06:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T06:57:50.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.S.S.'/><title type='text'>A. S. no more</title><summary type='text'>According to an article in yesterday's newspaper…The American Psychiatric Association is proposing major changes today to its diagnostic bible, the manual that doctors, insurers and scientists use in deciding what's officially a mental disorder and what symptoms to treat.Don't say "mental retardation" — the new term is "intellectual disability". No more diagnoses of Asperger's syndrome — call it </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4130493330108691328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4130493330108691328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4130493330108691328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/02/aspergers-no-more.html' title='A. S. no more'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7097840052132056386</id><published>2010-01-25T18:31:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:49:46.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation gap</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I was telling a couple of the college students about the Neil Young Pants on the Ground parody. (See previous post.)All I got were blank stares.Then it dawned on me.Do you guys know who Neil Young is? More blank stares.Have you heard of Crosby, Stills, Nash, &amp; Young?Nothing.Buffalo Springfield?I got one, I've heard of them. (This kid served his mission in San Francisco.)Man, oh man how</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7097840052132056386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7097840052132056386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7097840052132056386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/01/generation-gap.html' title='Generation gap'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-405130558810383109</id><published>2010-01-23T15:06:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:02:40.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants on the Ground</title><summary type='text'>Let me say up front that I'm not a regular fan of American Idol, but I do confess to viewing it from time to time. It provides some interesting "entertainment" to say the least. The auditions are the part that I prefer watching. Who can forget William Hung's audition of a few years back? It vaulted him to immediate 15 minutes of international fame.This year's oddity/celebrity appears to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=405130558810383109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/405130558810383109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/405130558810383109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/01/pants-on-ground.html' title='Pants on the Ground'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6180707626935681788</id><published>2010-01-06T21:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:48:29.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over or under?</title><summary type='text'>I saw a poll on TV today asking for your vote as to whether you were an “over” or “under” type person when it came to how you installed/preferred your toilet paper on the dispenser. “Over” meaning that the paper dispenses from the top of the roll as you pull it off and “under” meaning that the paper dispenses from the back or bottom of the roll.I suppose this type of question – in one form or </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6180707626935681788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6180707626935681788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6180707626935681788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2010/01/over-or-under.html' title='Over or under?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/S0VmNQtJ4qI/AAAAAAAABII/2h2e4d5E5_M/s72-c/TP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4441739609754413079</id><published>2009-12-25T12:59:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:26:53.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys night (afternoon) out</title><summary type='text'>Tuesday afternoon, FSIL, FSIL II,  and I went and saw Avatar in 3D.It was 162 minutes of pure fantasy. The 3D graphics were incredible and the various animals believeable. The storyline is along the lines of FernGully for adults and it has a "save our resources and tree-hugger" feel to it…but I still highly recommend it. It definitely is not a chick flick so you might want to consider who you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4441739609754413079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4441739609754413079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4441739609754413079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/12/boys-night-afternon-out.html' title='Boys night (afternoon) out'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SzUeMM2NeeI/AAAAAAAABH4/hCG-UbLt8vQ/s72-c/avatar-header-new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1654770532730848730</id><published>2009-12-19T09:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:17:29.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FSIL'/><title type='text'>Consternation</title><summary type='text'>I've revealed what c8's name is for Grandpa. Well, yesterday she started using a familiar one for cs. She called her, Toots, which is FSIL's name for cs.…hmmmm, which makes me wonder…if c8 has heard that name from FSIL for cs, what name has she been hearing from him for Grandpa?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1654770532730848730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1654770532730848730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1654770532730848730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/12/consternation.html' title='Consternation'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-8133082149176432575</id><published>2009-11-26T18:53:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:21:26.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Term of endearment?</title><summary type='text'>




c8 refers to Janny as Domie. None of us can figure where that comes from. She calls cs, Am-ma.As for me, I have been referred to anything from Da-Da, Mama, and Am-ma. I have to remind her that I an not any of those people.Once in a while she'll call me, Lance. But now she has settled on the ultimate. She calls me, Butz.Tonight when her mother called and said, Cate do you want to talk to </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1a9aa612638d16ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=8133082149176432575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8133082149176432575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8133082149176432575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/11/term-of-endearment.html' title='Term of endearment?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7341750246801540088</id><published>2009-10-30T19:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:56:11.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does he or doesn't he?</title><summary type='text'>Dad, did you dye your hair?Why?It doesn't look like it has as much gray in it as it used to.…only his hairdresser knows for sure.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7341750246801540088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7341750246801540088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7341750246801540088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-he-or-doesnt-he.html' title='Does he or doesn&apos;t he?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SuuY1yY0ShI/AAAAAAAABG0/qFA6R489xz8/s72-c/P5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6976482860788256867</id><published>2009-10-01T08:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:35:22.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>…with apologies to my siblings…</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6976482860788256867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6976482860788256867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6976482860788256867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-apologies-to-my-siblings.html' title='…with apologies to my siblings…'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SsS-C7xK8hI/AAAAAAAABGM/zYjHu5H9lmI/s72-c/Pickles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1518450298924977164</id><published>2009-08-14T09:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:07:57.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing my demons</title><summary type='text'>Prospero:Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits, andAre melted into air, into thin air:And like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1518450298924977164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1518450298924977164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1518450298924977164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/08/chasing-my-demons.html' title='Chasing my demons'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SoWJdovAGQI/AAAAAAAABFk/wWNoEHZ8NRg/s72-c/IMGP0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1155827485266456768</id><published>2009-08-01T15:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:00:55.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I took one for humanity</title><summary type='text'>Ignorance is bliss. I'll be the first to admit that I am lacking somewhat in certain areas of cultural refinement and knowledge. I did take Humanities 101 in college and we read Julius Cæsar and Romeo &amp; Juliet in 10th grade English class, but other than that my exposure to Shakespeare has been zilch, nada, a big fat zero.I'll admit I've used, upon occasion, a few casual Shakespearean catch </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1155827485266456768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1155827485266456768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1155827485266456768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-took-one-for-humanity.html' title='I took one for humanity'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4875985090994726557</id><published>2009-07-23T19:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:40:05.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than the Hampton</title><summary type='text'>A few years back, cs and I went to Cedar City to see a play and stayed at the Hampton Inn. It was the best mattress I have ever slept on. I was out like a light in spite of all the high school thespians running up and down the halls celebrating their Thesbianfest — but that's another story for another time.Many times since I have thought, Why didn't I pull back the sheets and look and see what </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4875985090994726557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4875985090994726557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4875985090994726557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/07/better-than-hampton.html' title='Better than the Hampton'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6707847941338195060</id><published>2009-07-19T14:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:28:14.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One small step</title><summary type='text'>Walter Cronkite died a couple of days ago and tomorrow we celebrate man's walk on the moon. I mention these two things because 40 years years ago —  July 20, 1969 @ 2:18 a.m. (to be exact) my eyes were glued to our old black and white TV as I watched and listened to Walter Cronkite tell us that the first man was about to walk on the moon. You can view (not Michael Jackson's) but the ORIGINAL </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6707847941338195060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6707847941338195060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6707847941338195060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-small-step.html' title='One small step'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1531439581789003446</id><published>2009-07-18T00:42:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:13:53.465-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sir Macca'/><title type='text'>Rock 'n Roll</title><summary type='text'>For you children of the '60's that may have missed it, July 15th, Sir Macca performed on the marquee of the Ed Sullivan Theater in New York for the David Letterman show.

I was there too…just not at the same time…and not on top of the marquee.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1531439581789003446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1531439581789003446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1531439581789003446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/07/rock-n-roll.html' title='Rock &apos;n Roll'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6893257918845635825</id><published>2009-07-17T17:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:53:33.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Ol' Man</title><summary type='text'>Every once in a while whilst in conversation with my progeny I suddenly get an incredulous look that silently says, How did you know that? You're so, so…old.I told Sister Megs that I heard a song a while back on Letterman that I can't get out of my head.Megs: Who's it by and what's it called?ld: I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas.Then came the LOOK.Hey, I'm hip. Unlike their mother who </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6893257918845635825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6893257918845635825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6893257918845635825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/07/hip-ol-man.html' title='Hip Ol&apos; Man'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5526885496605348697</id><published>2009-07-13T00:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:06:11.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the $3 bill?</title><summary type='text'>As I mentioned in my previous post, on our way to Moab for the river raft trip we stopped in Price at a Mexican restaurant for a bite to eat. Near the cash register, they had this cool poster hanging on the wall. Needless to say, it immediately caught my eye.I've been doing google searches ever since trying to find it: US paper money poster,  US dollar bill denominations poster, etc. Nothing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5526885496605348697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5526885496605348697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5526885496605348697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-3-bill.html' title='Where&apos;s the $3 bill?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SlrMwWPZ2gI/AAAAAAAABFE/Th5lvaCv4k8/s72-c/ronpaul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7587728289300780414</id><published>2009-06-30T00:17:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:19:06.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cataract Canyon</title><summary type='text'>*Photos used by permission. Courtesy of Lindsay/Kenny Mobley (unless otherwise noted).Wednesday, June 24th, we left at 5:30 pm with two other couples (early 40 somethings that like to invite us two ol' farts along for entertainment purposes) and headed South. We stopped in Price at Los 2 Amigos and had some Mexican food. We got to Moab around 10:00 pm. A family of 3 skunks blocked our way before </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7587728289300780414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7587728289300780414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7587728289300780414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/cataract-canyon.html' title='Cataract Canyon'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SkmuqmPAtjI/AAAAAAAABC0/UEIZA_84Gi8/s72-c/IMG_1685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6996476957692004958</id><published>2009-06-24T08:01:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:42:41.536-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird'/><title type='text'>Babette Redux</title><summary type='text'>Bird is taking a home study cooking class. (Some of you may laugh, but I can do one better—I know for a fact that HB took a home study dance class for college credit.)One of the requirements is to give a presentation on preparing and cooking a simple meal to a group of 3 people or is it to prepare a meal for 3 simple people? Bird chose cs, Megs, and me. Janny was present, but in the other room </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6996476957692004958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6996476957692004958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6996476957692004958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/babette-redux.html' title='Babette Redux'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-850874018922008605</id><published>2009-06-21T16:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:38:58.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St David, AZ</title><summary type='text'>As we left Tombstone and headed back towards Phoenix, we passed through St David — the home of Rosie and Alfred. cs and I had visited there some 25 years ago with jl and Megs — but they were both too young to have remembered it.Anyways, we decided to drive past their place to show Bird. We drove past the Grandma Goodman Grocery store.We turned off of the main highway onto the street where they </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=850874018922008605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/850874018922008605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/850874018922008605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/st-david-az.html' title='St David, AZ'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/Sj7dKwtNotI/AAAAAAAABCI/fIvjIF4EgUY/s72-c/randa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-3071018975512462807</id><published>2009-06-20T09:05:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:52:13.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tombstone, AZ</title><summary type='text'>Whilst traveling back from Sierra Vista to Mesa we took a side trip to Tombstone.cs and Bird weren't as thrilled about that as me. (I'm not certain about c8, she didn't express her opinion vocally.)25 years ago while visiting Grandma Rose and Grandpa Alfred, cs and I stopped by The town too tough to die. It was like going to Disneyland the very first time. (In fact, it was much, much better — I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=3071018975512462807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3071018975512462807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3071018975512462807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/tombstone-az.html' title='Tombstone, AZ'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/Sj6pHvaO9EI/AAAAAAAABBI/mwygrGf7kpA/s72-c/IMGP0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7293207966848171165</id><published>2009-06-12T11:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:00:12.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A park by any other name is still a…</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, we had some time to kill while waiting for FSIL II to get off of work. cs made the suggestion to go to Randolph Park.Seems that she used to spend hours and hours with Grandma Rose there when she was little.It's a really cool park. With a waterfall, fountains, ponds, and ducks. I used to feed the ducks all of the time.I punch in Randolph Park in the GPS…nothing. Look up parks in Tucson,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7293207966848171165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7293207966848171165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7293207966848171165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/park-by-any-other-name-is-still.html' title='A park by any other name is still a…'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SjKZJuD1AuI/AAAAAAAABAw/W1PZTm4ewSk/s72-c/Park.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7192162211138699034</id><published>2009-06-12T10:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:24:53.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all relative</title><summary type='text'>I've always been a bit envious of the Southern Arizona yards, because they don't have lawns to mow — just rocks. Well, not just rocks, but decorative landscape rocks if you will. (Back home, we call it gravel.)Back home, we fertilize, water, and mow the lawn once or twice a week and if you're really ambitious you even trim it. Well, today I found out that those decorative landscape rocks aren't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7192162211138699034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7192162211138699034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7192162211138699034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-relative.html' title='It&apos;s all relative'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1995735239142074758</id><published>2009-06-11T22:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:25:31.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Add another use for Elmer's glue</title><summary type='text'>Embarrassing blunder of the day: While visiting Lucy &amp; Dave and looking at their backyard, I just had to touch one of those "buds" on the prickly pear cactus. BIG MISTAKE. 1,001 mini stingers stuck in my finger and thumb. I tried pulling them out, but most of them were invisible to the eye and the rest were too small to grab. BIG DILEMMA!Enter Lucy and her solution. Elmer's glue.Dip your fingers </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1995735239142074758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1995735239142074758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1995735239142074758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/add-another-use-for-elmers-glue.html' title='Add another use for Elmer&apos;s glue'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SjHi2BM2shI/AAAAAAAABAg/rtb29BHr-D4/s72-c/frutpad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-3654084911866683247</id><published>2009-06-11T22:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:17:42.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Solving a problem in AZ</title><summary type='text'>Traveling to Arizona on our way to Tucson and then on to Sierra Vista we crossed the Gila River Bridge. Posted all over the bridge were these signs:Apparently, there is a big issue in Arizona with keeping the bridges sanitary...why else would they post "No P" signs for all to see?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=3654084911866683247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3654084911866683247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3654084911866683247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/solving-problem-in-az.html' title='Solving a problem in AZ'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SjHV1hQ21fI/AAAAAAAABAY/icXoKzEsRpQ/s72-c/noparking.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4272070148723882686</id><published>2009-06-05T05:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:22:23.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A fine art</title><summary type='text'>Last night, cs' new computer was making a noise. It sounded like it might be the fan.cs: What should I do?ld: Take it in to 'Simply Mac' tomorrow. It is still under warranty.cs: It was making the noise earlier too.ld: Examines the computer for a bit. Googles: MacBook, noisy fan.The found search says to check if there are any pending print files that haven't printed and then delete them. (Say, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4272070148723882686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4272070148723882686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4272070148723882686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/fine-art.html' title='A fine art'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7188950548541905680</id><published>2009-06-03T20:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:36:39.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverdance preview</title><summary type='text'>jla has been putting the brag on about his Riverdance for the upcoming A.S.S. family reunion.Here's a sneak preview for you. Be sure to watch the whole thing then you be the judge.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7188950548541905680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7188950548541905680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7188950548541905680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/06/riverdance.html' title='Riverdance preview'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-8825003735437638418</id><published>2009-05-29T23:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:19:38.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockjaw?</title><summary type='text'>Is it lockjaw or my favorite deep thought coming back to haunt me?I remember teasing my brother when we were young and he had stepped on a nail. He refused to get a tetanus shot because he was afraid of needles. I told him that if he didn't get the shot then he would get lockjaw. (I gained all of my vast knowledge from 7th grade health class.) To dramatize the effect, I'd clench my jaw as though </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=8825003735437638418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8825003735437638418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8825003735437638418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/05/lockjaw.html' title='Lockjaw?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1786271486665712558</id><published>2009-05-25T09:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:04:54.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Glory</title><summary type='text'>I attended a flag burning today. It wasn’t my idea and I’m somewhat embarrassed to state that I was coerced into attending.My mother invited me to take my dad and her this morning to the Lindon Cemetary.There was a large crowd of people (besides those that permanently reside there); however, there wasn’t any riotous marching or protestations going on.It was an hour-long ceremony to retire the old</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1786271486665712558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1786271486665712558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1786271486665712558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-glory.html' title='Old Glory'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/ShyfsZUi_ZI/AAAAAAAABAQ/yWteulw98HU/s72-c/1283654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-3355031511273983869</id><published>2009-05-20T03:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:15:40.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloom, despair, and agony on me</title><summary type='text'>Gloom, despair and agony on me-e!Deep dark depression, excessive misery-y!If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all!Gloom, despair and agony on me-e-e!How many remember the show Hee Haw?[Side note to FSIL II, Megs, Bird, and FSIL I: No, Ron Howard  (Opie, Richie Cunningham) wasn’t in it, but he did direct Angels &amp; Demons and appeared on David Letterman’s Top Ten the other night…but that’</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=3355031511273983869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3355031511273983869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3355031511273983869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/05/gloom-despair-and-agony-on-me.html' title='Gloom, despair, and agony on me'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5190196529566174746</id><published>2009-05-14T21:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:09:59.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FSIL II: A match made in heaven</title><summary type='text'>Hold on for the last 5 seconds catch phrase.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5190196529566174746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5190196529566174746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5190196529566174746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/05/fsil-ii-match-made-in-heaven.html' title='FSIL II: A match made in heaven'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-3792748140735675211</id><published>2009-05-14T19:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:44:30.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>c8's kisses</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fa699ed61e7825c2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=3792748140735675211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3792748140735675211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3792748140735675211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/05/c8s-kisses.html' title='c8&apos;s kisses'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-2441448366980231610</id><published>2009-05-06T06:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:13:14.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong</title><summary type='text'>cs’ old laptop bit the dust last week.When you pressed the power button it would not start up. So she was the recipient of a new MacBook. But she kept bemoaning the fact that all of my thoughts and bookmarks are on that old laptop. It’s taken me years of browsing research to come up with that stuff.So I decided to take the old iBook into Simply Mac to see what it would take to fix it. If it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=2441448366980231610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2441448366980231610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2441448366980231610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6207334988907165136</id><published>2009-05-03T17:45:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:34:41.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Epidemic vs Pandemic</title><summary type='text'>Have you been as confused as I have with all this talk about the swine flu?First it's an epidemic, then it's a pandemic. What's the difference?An epidemic is a classification of a disease that appears as new cases in a given human population, during a given period, at a rate that substantially exceeds what is "expected," based on recent experience (the number of new cases in the population during</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6207334988907165136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6207334988907165136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6207334988907165136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/05/epidemic-vs-pandemic.html' title='Epidemic vs Pandemic'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/Sf43MaL4hQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/Cu7IXv-GaBE/s72-c/pigleft.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-578899182869248561</id><published>2009-04-26T06:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:41:39.257-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fsil II'/><title type='text'>Yes, FSIL II, there is a WAGA!</title><summary type='text'>Doubt not, FSIL II…and to think that you didn't know…having grown up in the state of Wisconsin.Click here and here for further enlightenment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=578899182869248561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/578899182869248561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/578899182869248561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-fsil-ii-there-is-waga.html' title='Yes, FSIL II, there is a WAGA!'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-422548988208592389</id><published>2009-04-25T13:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:57:54.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2fer</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, was a "2fer day"—I had the opportunity to get that warm and fuzzy feeling twice in one day.The first warm and fuzzy occurred when I got to witness Bird graduating from BYU. We're proud of you and know how hard you have worked to achieve that goal. Good on you and congratulations!The second warm and fuzzy I wasn't expecting. It came as a sudden surprise. I was holding c8 after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=422548988208592389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/422548988208592389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/422548988208592389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/04/2fer.html' title='2fer'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SfNo-Q9hr6I/AAAAAAAAA-4/NePS-G3p_80/s72-c/Grad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4221805057672141016</id><published>2009-04-24T11:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:31:31.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a matter of time</title><summary type='text'>Some things are inevitable. It's not a matter of if but when.I suddenly had a craving for a Reese's buttercup. I knew that I still had one in my Easter candy bag. When I went to get it…it was gone!A candy thief in the house. Why am I not surprised?Just because some of us choose to savor our Easter candy over time rather than devour it up in one setting doesn't give other people the right to take </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4221805057672141016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4221805057672141016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4221805057672141016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-matter-of-time.html' title='Just a matter of time'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5384711680078049517</id><published>2009-04-22T06:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:36:11.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you spell?</title><summary type='text'>A few Saurdays ago, I got to be head baby sitter of Bug for a few hours whilst her mother, Bird, ran some errands and cs went to judge a piano competition of future Liberaces. I was lying on my bed looking something up on the computer when Bird informed me that she was leaving.As Bug was clinging to her leg, Bird asked me, Do you want me to get the B-A-B-Y   S-I-G-N-I-N-G   V-I-D-E-O?What? says I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5384711680078049517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5384711680078049517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5384711680078049517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-spell.html' title='Can you spell?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6524653885748116993</id><published>2009-04-16T20:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:19:41.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter wonderland in April</title><summary type='text'>The first picture is the Flowering Plum tree by our mailbox. The second picture is the Flowering Plum tree by the driveway. They both were in full blossom. cs heard a large crack about an hour after she had taken these pictures. On the tree by the mailbox, one large branch snapped from the weight of the snow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6524653885748116993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6524653885748116993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6524653885748116993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-wonderland-in-april.html' title='Winter wonderland in April'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SefmVGdDsHI/AAAAAAAAA-o/JrNkZJXcmW8/s72-c/IMGP0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-3169987252629471186</id><published>2009-04-03T20:07:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:14:09.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do we fit in?</title><summary type='text'>cs and I just got back from a trip to the new Walmart in Hurricane to fetch some snacking vittles for the trip back home tomorrow. Whilst, we were cruzin' the aisles, the thought kept passing through my head—something's different here and I'm beginning to think it's cs and me.There were two groups of people that we saw in the store: 1. Several members of a certain religious group (women—hair in a</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=3169987252629471186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3169987252629471186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/3169987252629471186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-do-we-fit-in.html' title='Where do we fit in?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/Sde_eTYjBQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/xR1HwYoN_Hc/s72-c/IMGP0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6380378613377970067</id><published>2009-04-03T12:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:18:02.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha and me</title><summary type='text'>Martha Stewart (more on that later) and I are enjoying our annual get-a-way to Zion. We left early Thursday morning with the trusty Garmin GPS guiding the way and the iPod playing ld's mixes over the radio speakers. Martha (cs) was so into her latest project of sewing that she didn't once mention, Her least favorite song was now playing and the next one about to play was her next least favorite…</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6380378613377970067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6380378613377970067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6380378613377970067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/04/martha-and-me.html' title='Martha and me'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SdfASnMSvaI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/18EVWdUtOHc/s72-c/IMGP0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-8041569254979853406</id><published>2009-03-06T18:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:11:21.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the week</title><summary type='text'>When someone begins to elevate their level of thinking and their thoughts begin to soar should we refer to their train of thought as a plane of thought?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=8041569254979853406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8041569254979853406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8041569254979853406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/03/question-of-week.html' title='Question of the week'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5610049875230798463</id><published>2009-03-03T21:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:07:32.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On this day…</title><summary type='text'>Today is Tuesday, March 3, the 62nd day of 2009. There are 303 days left in the year.Moments in history —on this date:In 1791 - The U.S. Mint was established. (Numismatists unite!)In 1845, Florida became the 27th state.In 1849, the U.S. Department of the Interior was established.In 1885, AT&amp;T, one of the first telephone companies, is incorporated.On March 3, 1931, President Herbert Hoover signed </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5610049875230798463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5610049875230798463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5610049875230798463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-this-day.html' title='On this day…'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-664298303157812114</id><published>2009-02-21T18:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:38:05.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summoned again</title><summary type='text'>The first notice stated that I was selected to appear for jury duty on January 2, but to call the Wednesday before to see whether or not the parties had resolved the matter. I called and they had, so no need to appear.The next notice stated that I was selected to appear for jury duty on February 9, but to call the Friday before to see whether or not the parties had resolved the matter. They </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=664298303157812114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/664298303157812114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/664298303157812114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/02/summoned-again.html' title='Summoned again'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-143770985881699059</id><published>2009-02-09T16:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:45:26.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me too</title><summary type='text'>Although, my experience wasn't as dramatic traumatic as jla's experience, I too had the opportunity today to do my civic duty and serve on jury duty. It was a three hour experience of filling out a questionaire, waiting, listening to a judge, waiting, and more waiting, before I found out I wasn't needed.I texted cs that I was on my way home. I received a text back, So you flunked.I prefer to say,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=143770985881699059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/143770985881699059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/143770985881699059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-too.html' title='Me too'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7462271651790400525</id><published>2009-01-17T17:30:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:41:08.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cs'/><title type='text'>Cardboard clone</title><summary type='text'>cs' creative juices are flowing again. Necessity is the mother of invention. Just a couple of milk cartons, boxes — saltine, macaroni, Dr Pepper, glue, duct tape and voilà.Everyone should have an all-in-one place to store their quietbook creation stuff. That's why I came up with this.Costco sells the same thing (in plastic) for $20…but then again theirs comes with wheels.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7462271651790400525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7462271651790400525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7462271651790400525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/01/cardboard-clone.html' title='Cardboard clone'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SXJ4WjEdwSI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/kC37GCCzpVo/s72-c/IMGP0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-8706051640343669913</id><published>2009-01-14T06:27:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:40:14.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New campaign</title><summary type='text'>Not to be left behind, my place of employment is embarking on a new TV, radio, &amp; newspaper blitz. Just like Qwest's Get in the loop catch phrase of a few months ago, we are starting one of our own.So be watching, listening, and reading for: Let's turn the answers on.Ij, do people really get paid for coming up with this stuff?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=8706051640343669913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8706051640343669913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8706051640343669913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-campaign.html' title='New campaign'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-2586229659780236054</id><published>2009-01-13T19:01:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:56:13.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts</title><summary type='text'>…a continuation of why, why, whySave the whales. Collect the whole set.A day without sunshine is like…night.On the other hand, you have different fingers.99% of Ute fans give the rest a bad name.Remember, half the people you know are below average.He who laughs last thinks slowest. (I'll explain it to the rest of you later.)Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.Support bacteria. It may be</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=2586229659780236054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2586229659780236054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/2586229659780236054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep thoughts'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1045848996105671597</id><published>2009-01-01T01:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:11:12.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.S.S.'/><title type='text'>Wii challenge</title><summary type='text'>Wii have succumbed to the craze and are hooked. Wii challenge all relatives that have their console connected to the internet to a friendly A.S.S. competition.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1045848996105671597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1045848996105671597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1045848996105671597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2009/01/wii-challenge.html' title='Wii challenge'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SVx4UDctwII/AAAAAAAAA8k/vT6Lm2A0w6k/s72-c/secondary-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-9169246793775364157</id><published>2008-12-31T12:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:18:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word for PC users…&amp; a brother-in-law</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=9169246793775364157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/9169246793775364157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/9169246793775364157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/12/word-for-pc-users-brother-in-law.html' title='A word for PC users…&amp; a brother-in-law'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SVvFSHTMwsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/M9qoPe-U_mU/s72-c/36591.strip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6737896812797700141</id><published>2008-12-16T21:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:39:10.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numismatist'/><title type='text'>1999-2008 (10 years or $12.50)</title><summary type='text'>To the ordinary eye it's $12.50. In the eye of the numismatist, it's ten years of work!Now, my collection is complete — jealousy and envy abounds around me.Now, on to the six US territories collection...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6737896812797700141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6737896812797700141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6737896812797700141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-years.html' title='1999-2008 (10 years or $12.50)'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SUh-Juu4E5I/AAAAAAAAA8U/6KmM7Qk4MLg/s72-c/IMG00069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6515708840209224141</id><published>2008-12-03T05:59:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:10:21.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cs'/><title type='text'>Rounding up</title><summary type='text'>cs and I went in Sunday for annual tithing settlement. The Bishop asked cs how long she had been president of the society of relief.cs: It'll be three years October.Bishop: This past October? (with a puzzled look on his face).cs: No.The Bishop, still looked confused. So, I decide to help decode for him.ld: Rounding up, I believe she means that it will be 3 years, 10 months from now. (October 2009</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6515708840209224141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6515708840209224141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6515708840209224141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/12/rounding-up.html' title='Rounding up'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6183546942280239877</id><published>2008-11-28T13:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:15:46.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cs'/><title type='text'>Sign of success</title><summary type='text'>It's true.True to her word. cs participated in the Orem 10K Turkey trot and completed it in under an hour. Good job!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6183546942280239877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6183546942280239877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6183546942280239877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/11/sign-of-success.html' title='Sign of success'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/STBPxIg4hZI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VM6nda6aPQk/s72-c/DSCN1550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4828598686729918062</id><published>2008-11-28T10:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:15:16.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Aspergers again?</title><summary type='text'>Clearly a classic case of Asperger's Syndrome.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4828598686729918062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4828598686729918062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4828598686729918062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/11/asbergers-again.html' title='Aspergers again?'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/STAlY31m4nI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Z1IqhitM6Uw/s72-c/31969.strip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7788507653374767255</id><published>2008-11-24T18:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:59:07.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non traditional</title><summary type='text'>It's no corsage, but at least it keeps me from hearing Neil Diamond'sYou Don't Bring Me Flowers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7788507653374767255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7788507653374767255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7788507653374767255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/11/non-traditional.html' title='Non traditional'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SStZqfYE6sI/AAAAAAAAA78/he7Eg3rQi3w/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-7311837124353414274</id><published>2008-11-21T05:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:05:39.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cs'/><title type='text'>Lub of my life</title><summary type='text'>It appears that the "happiness" counter above has a mind of it's own.Today is the day! It is officially 29 years of bliss for me and cs!OXOXOX,ld</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=7311837124353414274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7311837124353414274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/7311837124353414274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/11/lub-of-my-life.html' title='Lub of my life'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SSc-qSwMqzI/AAAAAAAAA70/pjjS4nWmwyk/s72-c/Lance___Candy_s_wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1697674751235933562</id><published>2008-11-17T18:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:43:39.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free stuff</title><summary type='text'>Flashback to a couple of months back —cs: You should see what I found on the internet today!ld: What’s that?cs: I found all of these places that you can sign up for free stuff. I found a place where you can get a free can of food from Western Family each month.A few days ago —ld: I tried forwarding you an email, but it states that your mailbox is full.cs: Oh, don’t send it to that email address. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=1697674751235933562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1697674751235933562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/1697674751235933562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-stuff.html' title='Free stuff'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5795257476395734217</id><published>2008-11-12T19:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:38:16.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song in my head</title><summary type='text'>cs found a website to entertain c8. It’s a website full of children’s songs. c8’s (&amp; cs’) favorite is called Singalong Lingalong Birdie Song.Problem is, I’ve been waking up at 3:00 a.m. the last few days with the tune running through my brain and it won’t leave!Whatever happened to songs that we sang as kids? I was thinking of Thanksgiving coming up and one of them popped up in my head.What a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5795257476395734217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5795257476395734217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5795257476395734217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/11/song-in-my-head.html' title='A song in my head'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-8216092944628827500</id><published>2008-11-11T18:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:32:25.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, it's all very clear…</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=656775c02695da06&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c5cebeaf20b3d9aa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c8be21409d3bb825&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=8216092944628827500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8216092944628827500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/8216092944628827500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-its-all-very-clear.html' title='Now, it&apos;s all very clear…'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-9021484563994113291</id><published>2008-10-31T22:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:28:19.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute as a bug</title><summary type='text'>While c8 entertains us…who entertains c8?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=9021484563994113291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/9021484563994113291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/9021484563994113291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/10/cute-as-bug.html' title='Cute as a bug'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SQvaa24j4jI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Yh5KSTUYMMY/s72-c/c8bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-5287142705974517332</id><published>2008-10-23T06:33:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:56:53.792-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FSIL'/><title type='text'>Madame Butterfly</title><summary type='text'>As part of her birthday, Bird received two tickets to the opera Madame Butterfly for tomorrow night. Her lucky escort will be her spouse, FSIL.It's my understanding that, It ain't over (all 3 hours) until the fat lady sings.PS: They tend to frown upon those that text message and watch ESPN sports on their cell phones during the performance.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=5287142705974517332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5287142705974517332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/5287142705974517332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/10/madame-butterfly.html' title='Madame Butterfly'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4271402345294055819</id><published>2008-10-22T17:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:51:44.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a lifetime</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday, Bird.This is your phenomenon birthday. The one where your age and the date that you were born are one and the same. This only occurs once in a lifetime…except for women that were born on the 29th. Once they reach that age the phenomenon seems to be a yearly occurrence in their life.Happy birthday to you. We are glad that you were born!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4271402345294055819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4271402345294055819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4271402345294055819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a lifetime'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SP-7PzSf4aI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6cHoLyyqQW8/s72-c/mack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-4862613079143916231</id><published>2008-10-21T21:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:28:53.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth at night</title><summary type='text'>And I thought that my house was the only one with all the lights left on!(Click on picture to enlarge)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=4862613079143916231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4862613079143916231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/4862613079143916231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/10/evidence.html' title='Earth at night'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iw_tZ_FZ5No/SQJ2OhWwZDI/AAAAAAAAA7U/06UvHG2p6rU/s72-c/earthlights_dmsp_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-6551954429090879690</id><published>2008-10-09T18:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:23:47.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FSIL'/><title type='text'>Changing times…and signs</title><summary type='text'>Keeping in touch, True North Academy has gotten in step with the dropping stock market, falling 401Ks and hard economical times by changing their name — Gone South School of Hardknocks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318814186532579814&amp;postID=6551954429090879690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6551954429090879690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318814186532579814/posts/default/6551954429090879690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ldsquared.blogspot.com/2008/10/changing-timesand-signs.html' title='Changing times…and signs'/><author><name>ld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa111/ldsquared/Old%20Nauvoo/DSCN0619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318814186532579814.post-1138918099069476875</id><published>2008-10-07T19:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:44:38.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A neat trick…if it works</title><summary type='text'>cs: Come here. I want to show you something.ld: So what is it?She picks up a freshly boiled egg. Proceeds to tap the end and peels it a little bit. Turns it over, taps the other end and peels some from that end. Then puts it in her mouth and starts to blow. Nothing. Tries it again. Nothing.ld: Great, exactly what I would want — an egg with your mouth germs all over it.cs: No, no wait it works. 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