<?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-12051416</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:17:26.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilena's Witty Writings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-114030074191168429</id><published>2006-02-18T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:19:01.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU BEEN HACKED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1002/1600/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5540/1002/400/Slide1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-114030074191168429?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/114030074191168429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=114030074191168429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/114030074191168429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/114030074191168429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-been-hacked.html' title='YOU BEEN HACKED'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-112104950706135733</id><published>2005-07-10T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:38:27.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two letter word</title><content type='html'>The word "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;" has more meanings than any other two letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to understand &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;?  At a meeting, why does a topic come &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;?  Why do we speak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; and why are the officers &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; for election and why is it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; to the secretary to write &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; a report?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; our friends, and we use it to brighten &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; a room, polish &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; the silver, we warm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; the leftovers and clean &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; the kitchen.  We lock &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; the house and we fix &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; the old car.  At other times the little word has real special meaning.  People stir &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; trouble, line &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; for tickets, work &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; an appetite, and think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;excuses.  To be dressed is one thing but to be dressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; is special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; is confusing:  A drain must be opened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; because it is stopped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.  We open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; a store in the morning but we close it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;, look the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; in the dictionary.  In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; 1/4 of the page and can add &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; to about thirty definitions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; to it, you might try building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; a list of the many ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;is used.  It will take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; a lot of your time, but if you don't give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;, you may wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; with a hundred or more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One could go on and on, but I'll wrap it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; because it's time for me to shut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh...........one more thing, what is the first thing you do in the morning..............you get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;OK, &lt;/span&gt;OK I'll shut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A person who aims at nothing has a target he can't miss".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-112104950706135733?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/112104950706135733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=112104950706135733' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/112104950706135733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/112104950706135733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/07/two-letter-word.html' title='Two letter word'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-112052999441367404</id><published>2005-07-04T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:19:54.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July to all. We went down to the riverfront last night and enjoyed the fireworks. Since I am handicapped and have to use a powerchair and my husband also has medical problems that prevents him from walking very far We always watch them from a distance but you really can't hear them good and we never get to see the low ones. Anyway I told hubby this year I wanted to go down and see them up close. Of course as usual he said we probably couldn't get in because there is so many people down there. When he says this I always say I don't think two more will really make that big of difference. Anyway he finally agreed to try it  first and if&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't get in we could always watch them at our usual spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down at 7:30 and the display didn't start until 9:30. When we got there of&lt;br /&gt;course it was packed I drove up and down the rows of cars looking for a space with him telling me I told you so..................LOL. I saw some people heading to their car and ask if they were leaving and where they were parked and we got their spot (a perfect location).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We unloaded my powerchair and his scooter and headed to the park. We were at the back entrance of the park but it is easier with our scooters and I was so glad we went in that way because that was the end where the carnival was. It was great being in that atmosphere again, it brought back memories of when the kids were little riding the rides etc. and of course the funnel cake is one of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait in line for awhile but it was worth it. After eating our funnel cake and looking at all the game booths that we use to try to win the prizes for the kids (and sometimes we did) it was almost time for the display. We had the perfect spot to watch the display. It was great being able to be that close to it and see the beautiful low displays that we could never see before. It was fantastic (as it should have been because I read in the paper where the city spent $95,000.00 on the displays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was over we found a good place just to sit and watch the kids on the rides etc. until about 40,000 people exited the park. It was a perfect evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what after hubby didn't want to go last night but did anyway...........to please me he came in and said you know we could go back to the park tonight and finish seeing the other end of the park that we didn't get to last night.  The weather looked a little unsettled so we didn't go but last night was enough until next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-112052999441367404?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/112052999441367404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=112052999441367404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/112052999441367404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/112052999441367404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-4th-of-july-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111821010719369523</id><published>2005-06-08T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:55:07.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>English is a crazy language</title><content type='html'>Let's face it - English is a crazy language.&lt;br /&gt;There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple or pine in pineapple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth, beeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One goose, two geese.  So I guess it should be one moose, 2 meese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If teachers taught, why doesn't preachers praught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You recite at a play but play at a recital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ship by truck and send cargo by ship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep your words sweet...You never know when you'll have to eat them"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111821010719369523?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111821010719369523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111821010719369523' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111821010719369523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111821010719369523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/06/english-is-crazy-language.html' title='English is a crazy language'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111816983424574986</id><published>2005-06-07T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:43:54.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Advice from my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad never had an education, he could not read or write but he was wiser beyound words.  Some of the things he came up with were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was when we were teenagers his advice was this...................Watch who you associate with..........choose your friends wisely.  An example he gave us was, take a bushel of apples and let there be one rotten one in the basket and before long they are all rotten.......but take that same basket of rotten apples and put a good one in it and it never works to make them good again. Also he would say if you find your friends doing things that are against your morals get out fast before it overtakes you.  I always told my children this and also that they only had one reputation and they were the only one that could keep it clean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An apple never falls far from the tree"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111816983424574986?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111816983424574986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111816983424574986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111816983424574986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111816983424574986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/06/advice-from-my-dad-my-dad-never-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111707843694983138</id><published>2005-05-25T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:33:56.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same word, Different meaning</title><content type='html'>The English language is strange how so many words have different meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bandage was wound around the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must polish the Polish furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could lead if he would get the lead out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not object to the object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insurance was invalid for the invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was too strong to wind the sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your character &amp; your reputation will take care of itself”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111707843694983138?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111707843694983138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111707843694983138' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111707843694983138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111707843694983138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/05/same-word-different-meaning.html' title='Same word, Different meaning'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111637886346061796</id><published>2005-05-17T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:14:23.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The key that wouldn't fit</title><content type='html'>My hubby......bless his heart......has had kind of a bad week.  We have a pontoon boat and he decided to go down one day earlier in the week and do some cleaning and see if the battery would crank over or if we would have to get a new one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he got his key out and tried and tried but he couldn’t get the key in to start the motor......now let me tell you this isn’t all his fault.  It is the boat manufacture who put the key hole underneath the dash board and you have to reach way down and under to feel around and find the key hole and than maneuver your fingers around to get the key in.  Anyway he finally laid down on the floor of the boat trying to see what the problem was.......at this angle he could now see the key hole but the key still wouldn’t go in......now he is not a man that will easily give up so he was up and down on that floor several different times thinking it will work this time......but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has some health problems that makes him bruise very easily so needless to say with all his maneuvering around he came home with his arms black and blue and was not in a very good mood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we decided to go down and try again......the key still didn’t work so he walked up to the marina office where they have a spare key of ours and while he was gone I remembered the key ring we used last year had 3 keys on it and the key ring he was using had only one key on it........now at this time it dawned on me that something wasn’t right........and as I turned around he was coming down the walkway with a smile on his face and said guess what this key is to ............... and I said don't tell me I know...........its to the glove box…………….We had quite a laugh and after all that............ guess what, we found out we do have to get a new battery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111637886346061796?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111637886346061796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111637886346061796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111637886346061796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111637886346061796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/05/key-that-wouldnt-fit.html' title='The key that wouldn&apos;t fit'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111558194513789904</id><published>2005-05-08T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:52:25.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grandson Taylor celebrated his birthday a few weeks ago.  I had sent him a card with money as I always do.  I hadn’t heard anything from him and was wondering if he got it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day we got the card back in the mail  (14 days later) our daughter-in-law e-mailed and said they had not received Taylor’s Birthday card and was wondering if it had been returned to us or perhaps lost in our mail system.   I preceded to tell her that we had just received it back that day enroute from St. Charles……to…… St. Louis…..  to  ….. Fairdealings ……  to ……… Patterson and back to ……….. St. Charles.    I now have it on the way so I hope he gets it this time.  I had the zip code on it but not the right state…………….I always thought they went more by the zip but I guess they don’t.  I will double check from now on the address I’m sending to.  Happy Birthday Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111558194513789904?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111558194513789904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111558194513789904' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111558194513789904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111558194513789904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-grandson-taylor-celebrated-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111482653247358666</id><published>2005-04-29T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:02:12.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am the Administrative Assistant to one of the principals at our high school.  I truly love my job.  I have been there several years and broke in several principals, plus I’m the one that types the Code of Conduct books and Parent/Student handbooks so with doing it so many years I know the rules.  One advantage of being there so long is that even though the principal is actually your boss you usually know more about how things are run in the office…………..the rules etc., (comes the old saying “behind every principal is a good assistant”.   It amuses me when my boss has a student in his office for discipline sometimes and he will come out to my desk and say how would you handle this one………and I usually say “as a parent or according to the rules”.   If we didn’t have so many rules to follow we would have better behaved students as we did several years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111482653247358666?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111482653247358666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111482653247358666' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111482653247358666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111482653247358666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-administrative-assistant-to-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111427848330069547</id><published>2005-04-23T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:48:03.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, those Allergies</title><content type='html'>I haven’t posted for a while because the Allergy demon got me…………….How many knows what that is?  April is usually my worse month and where I live is probably the most beautiful sight when all the trees start to sprout their beautiful leaves and the flowering ones become so beautiful with their many colors and the grass is turning the brilliant green color and starts growing and has to be mowed…………this is when my husband says look honey at all the beauty God has given us and I want to agree with him and say yes isn’t it beautiful………….. but all I can see through my watery, itchy eyes is the pollen and all that goes with it to make me miserable with my running nose, sneezing and coughing and hardly being able to take a deep breath……………but through the grace of God and medical science………………..Allergy medicine was develop and lo and behold I can now say look honey how beautiful it is outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A person can fail many times but it isn't a failure until he begins to blame others”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111427848330069547?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111427848330069547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111427848330069547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111427848330069547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111427848330069547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-those-allergies.html' title='OH, those Allergies'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111315667841724205</id><published>2005-04-10T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:11:18.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out Chuck</title><content type='html'>Happy Sabbath Day.....................just returned from church where we had a wonderful worship service and message from the pastor.  I don't know what kind of music you like but we have some pretty wild and fast music at our church............(good but loud)......................We have a young lad that plays guitar that puts his whole self into it.............It reminds me of my wonderful, awesome grandson (Taylor).  He is so talented at his early age, and I know will stay into music and make a name for himself someday.  If anyone out there has ever heard Chuck Berry play....................well Taylor can match him and maybe even better......................Watch out Chuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home is built of peace and love … and not of wood and stone, A place where happiness lives and memories are sewn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111315667841724205?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111315667841724205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111315667841724205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111315667841724205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111315667841724205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/04/watch-out-chuck.html' title='Watch out Chuck'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111310715258815079</id><published>2005-04-10T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:25:52.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger mom</title><content type='html'>My first blog………….my beautiful talented granddaughter (Courtney) was the first blogger in our family and than my wonderful daughter-in-law (Jamie) (her mother) was next. and than I heard the words “why don’t you blog too”, so I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the old sayings and plan on always ending my blog with one………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111310715258815079?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111310715258815079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111310715258815079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111310715258815079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111310715258815079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogger-mom.html' title='Blogger mom'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051416.post-111310311154074893</id><published>2005-04-09T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:18:31.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post:  Just Testing it Out</title><content type='html'>Hello!  I am an official blogger now.  Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051416-111310311154074893?l=wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/feeds/111310311154074893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051416&amp;postID=111310311154074893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111310311154074893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051416/posts/default/111310311154074893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilenaswittywritings.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-post-just-testing-it-out.html' title='First Post:  Just Testing it Out'/><author><name>Wilena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819135088357228239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
