<?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-5818227367215707545</id><updated>2012-01-03T09:23:14.058-06:00</updated><category term='Italian'/><category term='sleep apnea'/><category term='The Beatles'/><category term='NASCAR'/><category term='news'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='The 100s'/><category term='quote'/><category term='rants'/><category term='garden'/><category term='music'/><category term='Life of Brian'/><category term='My Secret Private Diary'/><category term='cats'/><category term='Hopkins'/><category term='Danica Patrick'/><category term='Final Cut Pro Test'/><category term='television'/><category term='mushing'/><category term='band'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='drums'/><category term='sleddog'/><category term='movie'/><category term='farm life'/><category term='about Loons'/><category term='music review'/><category term='flood'/><category term='sports'/><category term='chickens'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Voyager'/><category term='video'/><category term='racing'/><category term='Monty Python'/><category term='IFC'/><category term='review'/><category term='work'/><category term='farm'/><category term='Alaska'/><category term='Iditarod'/><title type='text'>Looney Talk</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts and ideas about Music, Movies,
Television and Farm Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Loonies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12200825150836584380</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' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-7382532657864713349</id><published>2011-08-21T06:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T06:41:52.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleddog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Being a Musher</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ej99Yf-gaLU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-7382532657864713349?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ej99Yf-gaLU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-5872733869904383993</id><published>2011-08-16T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:16:07.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angie Looney: Angie Looney: Keep on Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://angielooney.blogspot.com/2011/07/angie-looney-keep-on-running.html#links"&gt;Angie Looney: Angie Looney: Keep on Running&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://tvnewsworkshop.wordpress.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-5872733869904383993?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3957754485011936878</id><published>2011-07-15T10:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:27:03.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Dreams reveal....</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream early this morning.  A kid whom was working at this hotel I was at, was showing me the directions to park my vehicle.  So I followed him, got in his small golden colored late model car.  The windows were roll downs and they had been rolled down.  He drove us into the water.  I said, "What the bleep?"  I started swimming out of the car and he started coming after me.  I said again, "What the bleep?" and started swimming harder to get away from him.  That is all I can remember.  &lt;div&gt;   I did not look it up in my dream dictionary, but I am guessing it has something to do with the suspicion I have of a man who is dating my BFF.  If I do not return from my class reunion activities this weekend, I want you all to know of my impending doom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Angela J. Looney &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ps-I wish I were kidding but I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3957754485011936878?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3957754485011936878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3957754485011936878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3957754485011936878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3957754485011936878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreams-reveal.html' title='Dreams reveal....'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-977741131109886517</id><published>2011-07-15T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:07:25.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Summer Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yScQuIhdNMo/TiBW-OrZCUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UQZlg2oGZ58/s1600/Our%2BBarn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yScQuIhdNMo/TiBW-OrZCUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UQZlg2oGZ58/s320/Our%2BBarn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629595161305090370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The days are hot.  It is summer and that means humidity.  Summers are suppose to be a time to enjoy canoeing, fishing, picking berries, gardening, mowing the yard, running, playing ball, biking and swimming.  It is not a time to go head in the house to escape the temperatures.  Instead, kick your shoes off, cut up your old t-shirt, put on your sunscreen and wear a hat.  Get outside and enjoy the heat.  It is summer after all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Brought to you by the summer lovers fest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-977741131109886517?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/977741131109886517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=977741131109886517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/977741131109886517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/977741131109886517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-heat.html' title='Summer Heat'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yScQuIhdNMo/TiBW-OrZCUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UQZlg2oGZ58/s72-c/Our%2BBarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-5218006336281218510</id><published>2010-05-11T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:01:20.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Living in a Modern Commune</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking on Mother's Day as I was sitting around the campfire by myself this thought popped into my mind.  It  would be great if I could live here on my farm, maybe raise a pig and a cow, along with the chickens, cats and dogs, and have a garden.  And I would count on my neighbor to grow the feed for the livestock.  And we would shop at the local General Store that would NOT get their items from foreign countries but from other crafters within the state or county.  And we would gather together in times of harvest and planting.  We would share in joys and sorrows.  And no one would go without.  Everyone would have enough to eat, and warm place to sleep, food in the pantry, food for the livestock, and a place for the children to run and play without fear of stranger abductions.  &lt;div&gt;   Is anyone else out there interested?  I realize some would say, hey join the Amish.  Or some other religious cult.  But I don't need religion.  Religion is what has caused the great divide of humanity.  I am looking for others who wish to commune with others on this spiritual level, who wish to live together as a human unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-5218006336281218510?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5218006336281218510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=5218006336281218510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5218006336281218510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5218006336281218510'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4547487442454462975?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4547487442454462975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4547487442454462975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4547487442454462975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4547487442454462975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S3htclB689I/AAAAAAAAAAs/E5DLlzF7xuA/s72-c/Symbolize+Reverence+to+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1195443949827362437</id><published>2010-02-14T13:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:36:42.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Reverence to Life</title><content type='html'>I saw the rope&lt;br /&gt;Innocently blowing gently against the silver maple trunk &lt;br /&gt;root bound on top of the concrete&lt;br /&gt;It is what its forced to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no complaints come from the tree&lt;br /&gt;until the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;starting slowly, gently, rocking&lt;br /&gt;to and fro&lt;br /&gt;lullaby for  finches&lt;br /&gt;and chickadees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;who fly around in a buzz&lt;br /&gt;scrounging&lt;/span&gt; for their supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I have gotten off the subject&lt;br /&gt;of my suicidal discoveries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the rope&lt;br /&gt;and cut it&lt;br /&gt;but it was tough&lt;br /&gt;cotton, old and covered with&lt;br /&gt;a film of moss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I sawed the salvation&lt;br /&gt;to my suicide&lt;br /&gt;my arm began to wear&lt;br /&gt;such work to off one's self&lt;br /&gt;why all the bother?&lt;br /&gt;there should be an easier&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;or at least a less dreadful&lt;br /&gt;effort to send the soul to the&lt;br /&gt;other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished.&lt;br /&gt;The rope is now cut,&lt;br /&gt;the curious dangling rope is&lt;br /&gt;but a stump of a rope&lt;br /&gt;still attached to the Silver Maple&lt;br /&gt;forever, soon to become&lt;br /&gt;swallowed up into the abyss&lt;br /&gt;of organic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of giving up life&lt;br /&gt;by using the rope&lt;br /&gt;is now being taken by the life force of&lt;br /&gt;the Silver Maple&lt;br /&gt;forever being locked up to be found&lt;br /&gt;by some palenentolgist from&lt;br /&gt;another galaxy&lt;br /&gt;exploring Mother Earth by a&lt;br /&gt;future being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in death, life continues&lt;br /&gt;in perputual motion&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Only dust becomes us&lt;br /&gt;and in that moment&lt;br /&gt;it ceases to be just a particle&lt;br /&gt;but nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverence to Life&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angela J Looney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1195443949827362437?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1195443949827362437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1195443949827362437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1195443949827362437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1195443949827362437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/reverence-to-life.html' title='Reverence to Life'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3500885590169772791</id><published>2010-02-04T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:30:36.963-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep apnea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>What Happened to Your Machine Tim?</title><content type='html'>If you read all his posts after his nose surgery and all those pictures of Tim with his shirt off covered in his mask, you also would wonder what happened?  He is not wearing his mask at nights.  Why not you ask?  I don't know he won't answer.  Maybe all that drama for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;   Oh well.....I'm too tired anymore to ask him about it.  Time to go to bed and get up at 5:15 to ride along with a 14-year old driver.  A driver who stops when we turn corners!  And he likes to drive on the left side of the road.  Are we in England?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crykey&lt;/span&gt;, I'm gonna go to bed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;G'nite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3500885590169772791?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3500885590169772791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3500885590169772791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3500885590169772791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3500885590169772791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-happened-to-your-machine-tim.html' title='What Happened to Your Machine Tim?'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3183549354490807894</id><published>2009-11-23T09:21:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:40:13.616-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>A Concept</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I come up with the idea and have to let it out.  Not wanting to wait, I wish to spit it out like that bad taste of Black Velvet that hits my lips when the husband says,  "Here, mouthwash!  I want everyone to read my words.  I want to share with the millions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; Talk subscribers.  And then the worry sets in.  Like a black film beginning to build on the surface of the bathroom mirror as my spouse is in the shower.  The confidence police start circling, waiting for the slightest moment of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inadequacy&lt;/span&gt;.  Hoping to catch me in the act of failing.  And then the paranoia hoovers like a Black Hawk helicopter, waiting for me to finish my repulsive act and it strikes me hard to the cool, damp ground.  They all are taking over my ideas, my words, my concept.  &lt;div&gt;     Shakespeare wrote "to be or not to be, that is the question?" After all the years of trying to figure out just what the bleep he was talking about, I think I have it figured out.  If I were to write about my concept right now, it would be open to ridicule before it was even polished.  It could possibly be stolen, someone else could take credit for it.   All the creative flare I have dedicated to my project- taken in one swift move,  similiar to that of a hawk making off with our farmyard chicken. &lt;div&gt;   So, should I write my concept down in the blog?  Let the readers put their two cents in.  Or wait for the day when I actually do write my concept.  Write it down and submit it to some twenty-something year old Hollywood script reader who wouldn't know a good story from a hole in his shoe.  He would scribble on my script, "This would not sell!  No one would watch.  No one would read this."  Oh, the negativity monster creeps in, taking all shred of human value I possess in my soul.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Pondering the infamous question of Shakespeare, I will sit upon my rock and  challenge my mind, to be or not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3183549354490807894?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3183549354490807894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3183549354490807894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3183549354490807894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3183549354490807894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/11/concept.html' title='A Concept'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-2597788154307161236</id><published>2009-10-20T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:45:01.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Death on 380</title><content type='html'>It was not a pretty sight.  In one of those moments you see happening in slow motion, it was happening to me.  Three vehicles ahead of mine.  Playing out for all drivers to see.  Or at least those who were wide-eyed and bushy tailed.  By almost eight in the morning, at least half a pot of coffee has been ingested by myself.  The drivers on the other side, were they paying attention?  That is my question.  When I saw it happening I wanted to honk my horn and come to a screeching halt.  But I knew the drivers behind me weren't paying attention.  They were too close.  So letting off the gas as the accident happened was all I could do.  To my amazement they must have seen it happen as well.&lt;div&gt;   Running as fast as it possibly could, a beautiful doe had decided it was time to cross the busy interstate before 8 o'clock.  Thank God she didn't have her fawn following.  She was alone.  Probably chased by a sexually charged buck or blood-thirsty hunter.  Either way it was the final curtain for our little lady.  I was three automobiles back.  She came running past on the western side of the interstate without getting hit.  She was halfway through.  But there were a line a traffic on both northbound lanes.  A black SUV in the fast lane hit her with its left headlight.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;!  She went straight down in the median.  Just as fast as she came out of the corn field did she fall to her death.  Murder on the highway.  There was nothing to do.  Everyone kept going.  No one stopped.  No one pulled over.  Not even the SUV.  Everyone drove on by.  I kept finding myself slowing down the rest of the commute.  Looking and scanning the horizon for her family and friends.  No deer anywhere.  Guess they all are waiting for their turn to run across the deadly highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    It is a sad day for the deer and the driver.  Their insurance will probably go up.  They will likely have thousands of dollars of repairs.  I will have that vision of the deer's final seconds of life play over in my head.  It's like a movie that you can't take your eyes off.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mesmerizing&lt;/span&gt; in a morbid way.  Death on 380.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2597788154307161236?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2597788154307161236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2597788154307161236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2597788154307161236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2597788154307161236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-on-380.html' title='Death on 380'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4584743960862620538</id><published>2009-09-13T20:14:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:30:19.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep apnea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sq2a8jkWAkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/okQEg2lBy4s/s1600-h/magic+machine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It took a while, but I am finally becoming adjusted to wearing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The hardest part was under my nose, where the mask presses my mustache&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hairs into my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That still hurts by morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sq2bbaC8v9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/riaVNdSBbis/s1600-h/head+on.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sq2bbaC8v9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/riaVNdSBbis/s400/head+on.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381128024928075730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The other main adjustment was in sleeping position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At first, I slept on my back, but that hurts my lower back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eventually, I was able to sleep on my side facing the direction the hose went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It took about three weeks to finally get comfortable sleeping on the other side as well, when the hose has to come up over my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But it is the only way I can sleep, as I toss and turn and must sleep on both sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sq2bb9I36qI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YXZqHAwVwiI/s1600-h/profile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sq2bb9I36qI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YXZqHAwVwiI/s400/profile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381128034348165794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am still learning about the humidity level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I do like having cool, moist air when it is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We’ve had some cool mornigs, so I am trying out various temperature settings, although th eaother morning, something was weird and I nearly drowned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But, still no “amazing energy burts” that other users had promised me I would experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know my level of sleep apnea is not very high, and ther pressure setting is fairly low, but I still wish I could feel something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I now need to work on getting to bed earlier (thanks a lot, FaceBook!) but I’ve never really been able to sleep more than six or so hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, my report is practically “no report”, at least as far as benefits go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The longer I wear it, the more I get used to it, but I sure hope to feel the effects kick in sometime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4584743960862620538?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4584743960862620538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4584743960862620538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4584743960862620538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4584743960862620538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/bedtime-story.html' title='Bedtime Story'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sq2a8jkWAkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/okQEg2lBy4s/s72-c/magic+machine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-8593907957803866565</id><published>2009-08-29T06:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:54:34.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The 100s'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Music</title><content type='html'>With the change of the seasons come the change of our music format.  Or at least this time.  Instead of cranking up the stereo and playing everything loud, we went unplugged.  We didn't shake the house last night, but it was a rumbling good time had by all.&lt;div&gt;  Music night started out with a girl and her guitar and her man singing.  We had started playing together over the weekend and found out that we enjoyed playing together.  We started the evening with a Ryan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bingham&lt;/span&gt; tune "Hard Times" and I think this one is a keeper.  With Tim on the vocals doing a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dylan-style melody &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;the followers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Looney's&lt;/span&gt; may find it entertaining.  However, having said that don't be mislead that we'll be fashioning any open mic soiree anytime soon.  Practice must come first.  After all we aren't just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ammee's&lt;/span&gt; here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Next on the set list, a stunning rendition of Moonshiner.  Or was it strumming?  This one gets the fingers fumbling and without being repetitive, with one word I can sum this up-practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   "Tear Stained Eyes"-Son Volt  what a great song.    It is one of those tunes that you can easily sing along with especially the chorus.  It feels simple but it is quite complex which makes it a brilliant piece of Americana.  Don't fall off your chairs but we added some harmonies to this one.  Another keeper for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Looney's&lt;/span&gt;.  The capo really helps on this one-Thank You Jeff Schmidt.  You rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   "Passenger Side"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wilco&lt;/span&gt;.  God I love this song.  Yeah, we got some issues with the beat but it will come together.  It is fun to play and sing along with.  Another smart writer, a simple song that is complex.  Where do these guys get that I wonder? :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Now the voice is going and the fingers are starting to not work as well.  Time for some easier strumming and we're getting ready to close the joint down.  Grab that dance partner and start your little jig to "New Madrid"-Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tupelo&lt;/span&gt;.  A great little ditty-it's a keeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  And  ending our session, a fun song to play and sing along to, "Wagon Wheel" -Old Crow Medicine Show.  Now somewhere I had heard that Bob Dylan wrote that song.  Guess I should research it before posting but that would require work and time, so for the moment I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CYA&lt;/span&gt; with, we were performing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OCMS&lt;/span&gt; rendition of said song.  It's a great song.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Next on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FNMN&lt;/span&gt; show we viewed on DVD the 100s from Java House.  Performing back in January for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IPTV&lt;/span&gt; Radio, it was a great performance.  Unplugged but not undone.  I love these guys.  Great songs, simple but highly complicated.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Similar&lt;/span&gt; to those other guys we mentioned above.  Do you see the attraction?  I don't know if you can buy this, but I believe every now and again, the cable channel in Iowa City shows these past performances.  It was a great show-Vern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;McShane&lt;/span&gt; rocking the place on the pedal steel.  I especially loved the bass solo on the "Picture" song.  The only thing about that gig that I disliked was the small room and crowded stage.  Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; fault, it just was tight.  Great night of music folks.  If you have never heard any of these tunes before look them up on google. It is worth the little bit of effort to find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-8593907957803866565?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8593907957803866565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=8593907957803866565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/8593907957803866565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/8593907957803866565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-night-music.html' title='Friday Night Music'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4214552766214461436</id><published>2009-08-15T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:21:53.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Music Night:  Back on the Air</title><content type='html'>After taking some needed creative time, Friday Night Music is back.  Thanks in part to sister Jill for her awesome Christmas present.  And another thanks to boss Bob Burns and his CD at work.  I'll explain how those two brought us here.&lt;br /&gt;   As I was driving to work Friday, I like to jam out.  So I looked in my CD lunch bucket case and pulled out a CD Jill made for me for Christmas.  Remember those days of "Mixed" tapes?  Yes, this was one of those.  I remember the other one she gave me and with a slight hesitation I put it in, fearing the worst.  (That's another story for a different day.)  Heard some great tunes including a Kinks cut.  So I wrote to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; and told him about it and he wrote me back about going to a Kinks concert and the opening act blew him away-Cheap Trick.  Well, Bob had a Best of Cheap Trick on his desk several weeks ago and I asked him if I could take it home and listen to it.  So Tim had finished burning it that day and when we got home, there was the Cheap Trick CD.  So there is the back story now here is how the night started.&lt;br /&gt;   Goth girl was looking great and I wanted her to listen to a Pat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Benetar&lt;/span&gt; song that I thought Adam Lambert should have performed on Idol when  doing songs from the 80's.  "Hit me with your best shot."  So we jammed to that, she knew the words and danced around the basement and air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guitared&lt;/span&gt; the solos....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; still has it.  Next cut, and Goth girl was so excited...."Carry On My Way Word Son -Kansas....so turn the dial up some more!  It was great.  The three of us carrying on and such.  Next cut (this is off the CD Jill had made it remember?) "Hair of the Dog" by Nazareth.  Oh, the great times of high school that song is.  Goth girl doesn't know it, asks what's this?  and leaves.  That means she will check it out later without the parental units watching.  Meanwhile, we dig it.  Next cut is the Kinks-"Captain America" which cut then leads us to Cheap Trick.  Following us now?  So we listen to a cut that has Chrissie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hynde&lt;/span&gt; "walk Away" which I had never heard before.  I had wanted to hear some Pretenders stuff so this was a nice treat.  Loon says the Pretenders have a country album out so we really need to check that out.  After hearing "She's Tight" "Southern Girls" "If you want my Love" and "Dream Police" we moved on to a band that maybe listened to RUSH......The Police.  Great times we listened by all.  Played "Answering Machine" by the Replacements, who must have influenced Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tupelo&lt;/span&gt; because I hear so many nuances in Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tweedy's&lt;/span&gt; music.  I hope he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with this.  I think Paul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Westerberg&lt;/span&gt; is a genius.  Drugs and alcohol is the downfall of a lesser man no doubt.  Paul is still doing so stuff out there so look him up readers.  I will do more research and see what I find out and post at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;  Played "seven Chinese Brothers" -REM.  We had a nice discussion about REM.  I told Tim I liked them when they were a college band, before they hit it big.  He said he thought they were a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pretenses&lt;/span&gt; and too artsy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fartsy&lt;/span&gt;....my words not his. &lt;br /&gt;  I think (a couple of beers and a nice glass of scotch tend to fog up the later part of the night) we ended on the Police's Message in a Bottle-but I can't remember.  Oh wait we spun a U2 song (Tim picked-can't remember the name....oh the edge sorry. Wait, Tim is looking it up...."The Fly" off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Achtung&lt;/span&gt; Baby.  And I think I ended it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sinead&lt;/span&gt; O'Connor-"I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want what I haven't got." &lt;br /&gt;  A great night of some of the finer music of the late 70s and mid-80s and into very early 90s.  Tune in for updates on our picks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4214552766214461436?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4214552766214461436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4214552766214461436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4214552766214461436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4214552766214461436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-night-music-night-back-on-air.html' title='Friday Night Music Night:  Back on the Air'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-6177462371862498356</id><published>2009-08-08T09:02:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:05:27.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep apnea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>Bed Head</title><content type='html'>Snoring Cure Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the breathing doctor who sent me to the sleep center - see: &lt;a href="http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-in-cr.html"&gt;http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-in-cr.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sn9-kv-r-wI/AAAAAAAAAVw/3C2EJ4Nvzcw/s1600-h/sleep+test1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sn9-kv-r-wI/AAAAAAAAAVw/3C2EJ4Nvzcw/s400/sleep+test1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368148450668706562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diagnosis: Sleep Apnea.  It turns out I stopped breathing 14 times an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad news: I can't be fitted for a C-PAP breathing device because I don't move enough air through my nose.  Surgery will repair a deviated septum and reduce my turbinates.  "Hopefully" that solves the air-flow problem and I can get a C-PAP.  Otherwise, the next thing we'd be looking at would be to remove my tonsils.  While that is a relatively safe and easy procedure in children, it is one of the most painful and hard to recover from surgery for adults!  As in, "Most people schedule it for the day before Thanksgiving so they can save on the sick leave."  Yikes!  Don't want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a full physical and more blood tests, off to the hospital.  What typically is an out-patient procedure will require an overnight stay for me - since I stop breathing so often.&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing in the prep room as the drugs kicked in - and a thunder storm hit outside!  Hope they don't lose power while I'm under the knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I'm waking up in recovery!  Then off to my room.  I feel like I have the worlds worst head cold - perhaps due to the miles of gauze shoved up my nose?  My nose is tender, but the drugs are preventing much pain.  My biggest complaint is my neck - I think they broke it during surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sn9-kx_QhDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/z2pgF8kiq_s/s1600-h/post+op.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sn9-kx_QhDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/z2pgF8kiq_s/s400/post+op.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368148451207971890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after an un-restful night, I can finally go home.  Sounds good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the pain killers were strong, but not enough to eliminate all of my nose pain.  My neck still was the worst, plus I have to sleep upright on several pillows, killing my back as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had surgery before, I thought that staying home for a week would be fun - movies, TV, internet - I thought I'd clean some files off an old computer.  Boy was I wrong!  The drugs made me brain-dead!  I couldn't concentrate on anything.  I couldn't follow a movie or even get into a televisions show.  All I could watch was HGTV - I could wake out of a daze, say, "That's a nice kitchen" then doze back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's gotten better since then.  Flushing the nasal passages feels better than it sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time to head back to the sleep center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sn9-ksn2weI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2YzcM1dKuaE/s1600-h/sleep+test2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sn9-ksn2weI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2YzcM1dKuaE/s400/sleep+test2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368148449767637474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scheduled it for a Friday night so I wouldn't have to deal with it at work the next day.  I was pretty tired going in, and the Ambient kicked in fairly quick.  I got wired up and had the C-PAP strapped to my head.  Nice, cool air gently blowing into my nose.  (When I opened my mouth, the air blew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; lol!)  With stuff between my eyes, I couldn't focus on the TV, but it didn't take long and I was out.  She woke me up once to have me roll back onto my back, but otherwise, I slept the whole night - from about 9:30pm until 4:30am.  I won't say I woke up refreshed, and honestly, I think I had a hangover from the Ambient, but it wasn't bad sleeping with the mask on.  Other than the headpiece was too tight and gave me a headache.  In fact, getting ready for bed Saturday night I kind of wished I had the nice, cool, gentle air forced up my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could still get the report that it was ineffective and I need tonsil surgery, so I'm not going to rest until I know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-6177462371862498356?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6177462371862498356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=6177462371862498356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6177462371862498356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6177462371862498356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/08/bed-head.html' title='Bed Head'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/Sn9-kv-r-wI/AAAAAAAAAVw/3C2EJ4Nvzcw/s72-c/sleep+test1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-2344657946277263771</id><published>2009-07-16T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:41:18.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleddog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Alice, Nicky &amp; Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/Sl9J8ntBf0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/apidtadVE0g/s1600-h/Angie+Alice+Nicky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/Sl9J8ntBf0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/apidtadVE0g/s400/Angie+Alice+Nicky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359083387392982850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2344657946277263771?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2344657946277263771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2344657946277263771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2344657946277263771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2344657946277263771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/07/alice-nicky-mom.html' title='Alice, Nicky &amp; Mom'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/Sl9J8ntBf0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/apidtadVE0g/s72-c/Angie+Alice+Nicky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1541585254194061110</id><published>2009-07-09T11:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:52:15.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Iowa Sunrise</title><content type='html'> The old saying, it's darkest right before dawn could be changed to this:  The best light is right before dawn.&lt;div&gt;  The rays of the sun being bounced to our view, the reds vibrant and sure making the green of the grass an emerald color waiting to be selected in an old woman's jeweled ring.  The blue tint of the sky, sharper in focus than any fool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could ever be.   The description of my morning sunrise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    What started out as a sudden attempt by a higher calling to get on an exercise morning, turned out to be one of the most gorgeous skies of the summer.  As I woke, I decided I would listen to that voice in my mind who said, WALK NOW.  I did.  Accompanied by Biscuit leash-free we started walking down the gravel road.  The sun was not yet up, but its light was bouncing on the eastern horizon.  Fire red at the horizon.  It fuel my walk up to the mile corner.  Living out in the country they old timers tell me every corner (generally speaking) is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a mile.  So I take their word, and Biscuit and I walked for a mile then turned around to walk home.  The walk back we were looking directly at the sunrise.  It was now getting brighter, the dark-vibrant red was replace with a yellow glowing ball, Father Sun.  I looked at my cellphone to check for the time.  Always curious and for some odd reason like it really matters about the time, but it was 5:52 (am for you who may not be following along closely or for you others that are seriously-educated public-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;criticiser's&lt;/span&gt;.   The bottom line is this, Iowa has great sunrises.  Every morning.  Tuesday Father Sun "winked" at me.  No kidding.  He was starting to rise over the big hill that I call mountain just to the east about a mile or two from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; farm.  It was a loving gesture to say "Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mornin&lt;/span&gt;' Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, the horizon was blood red and clouds above.  Clouds everywhere, except along the horizon.  Just enough for me to say "Hey Father Sun, how ya' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;' this morning?"   And what would you think he said back?  He caught me between walking by the tall corn, and being ever so polite because that is his nature, he says to me, "Glad to see you are getting those dogs back on the exercise plan."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Sometimes, it is so hard to get out of bed, the body just wants an extra minute of rest.  The body is lazy.  It doesn't want to work it wants to lie awhile and  "dream," dream about things that don't really matter and  flying.  Flying around the earth to see the sunrise.  Then the mind has to wake itself up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, get up silly.  Time to get to work.  The mind is willing but the flesh is exhausted.  So walking the dogs at sunrise is a great way for me to get some exercise, have the dogs get some exercise, and see Father Sun.  How about that!  I can do it every morning, view an Iowa Sunrise.  Right in here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1541585254194061110?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1541585254194061110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1541585254194061110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1541585254194061110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1541585254194061110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/07/iowa-sunrise.html' title='Iowa Sunrise'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1498983439321066894</id><published>2009-06-29T05:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:51:03.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Eight Heads in a Perfect (Gale) Storm</title><content type='html'>Just heard Gale Storm died, so that's now 5 celebrity deaths - one to go?  Ed McMahnon, Farrah, King 'O Pop, Billy Mays, Gail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our movie viewing got a little better, as we watched a movie off of Frankie's fav list: 1997's "8 Heads in a Duffle Bag".  Joe Pesci, David Spade, Kristy Swanson, great roles by George Hamilton and Dyan Cannon.  Madcap comedy.  Falls in to the "Plot A" category:  Miserable loser overcomes odds to win in the end.  (We'll be exploring the basic plot themes as time goes on.)  Great writing, funny situations, good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we watched 2000's "The Perfect Storm".  Good cast, with George Clooney, John C. Reilly and Marky-Mark Wahlberg (better actor than singer!).  Had this NOT been "based on a true story", then it probably  would have been Plot A, and they would have come home succesful.&lt;br /&gt;However, too much Hollywood drama added to "spice up" the story, I'm sure all of the marital and personal subplots were added.  This was probably better on a theatre, with the huge waves crashing.  Too predictable, such as the subplot of John and his nemisis fighting but then of course making up.  Yuck!  The stupid and unexplained scenes with a wasted casting of Karen Allen were presumably added becasue it really happened, but made no sense and were just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I like George, but to quote Angie, "Where's Mark Greene?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lame won this round.  Let's hope we get another chance at the movies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1498983439321066894?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1498983439321066894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1498983439321066894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1498983439321066894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1498983439321066894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/eight-heads-in-perfect-gale-storm.html' title='Eight Heads in a Perfect (Gale) Storm'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1351405340957856124</id><published>2009-06-28T07:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:45:34.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Review-The Governess</title><content type='html'>Absolutely one of the worst movies made in this decade.  Actually, think it was produced in the 1990's but will look it up for sure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; Wilkinson and Minnie Driver star is this slightly erotica but based upon one guy's dream of teen Jewish sister's talking about semen in their bed at night.  Let's make our heroine the Governess one of the first female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bootie&lt;/span&gt; photographers.  Every scene, either Tim or I were knocking out each line spoken, what the action was to be.  The only thing I predicted that didn't happen was a pregnancy, which should have because it would have put an natural twist on an extremely stupid movie plot.  Fact is, Tim was awaken in the middle of the night with yet another problem in the movie.  The Governess, who is Jewish, pretends to be a Christian to accept a job as a Governess with a Scottish family.  This could have been slightly funny, or it could have been dramatic but the dialogue, the motion of the characters were not thought out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry folks, it looks like we wasted our time watching this movie-I want my money back.  Alas, it gave me a chance to at writing a writhing review.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what to watch next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1351405340957856124?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1351405340957856124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1351405340957856124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1351405340957856124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1351405340957856124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-review-governess.html' title='Movie Review-The Governess'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3435899309931900933</id><published>2009-06-27T09:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:11:48.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The 100s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voyager'/><title type='text'>FUNKY Friday Night Music Night?</title><content type='html'>What I really wanted was some great 80's rock music but what turned out was a lot of funky tunes from that decade.&lt;div&gt;I wish we had a turntable, and I know the Loon does too.  But with his nose recovering from surgery there was no way it was going to get hooked up.  So this is what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put on Talking Heads, "NAKED" cd.  Why did I buy this 20 years ago?  Beats me.  I looked for the "hit" and couldn't find it.  Damn.  I know I used to crank this mother as loud as possible, but with my memory so to is it....gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living Color-again, another problem with too much funk and not enough rock.  Gone, with my memory.  So at this point I am not impressing Loon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He puts on Nels Lofgren....Primus and Rush.  Ok.  Pretty good actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we played a couple of cuts off the Outfield, 1985.  Now, we are talking about great 80s rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we put in an Eric Johnson DVD-killer.  That guy is one of the greatest guitar players I have ever watched.  Watched Alejandro and Alice in Chains.  So, we went from some why did we ever listen to this music to finish it off with great stuff.  To sum it up, sometimes the funk leads us to ...fill in the blank readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3435899309931900933?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3435899309931900933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3435899309931900933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3435899309931900933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3435899309931900933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/funky-friday-night-music-night.html' title='FUNKY Friday Night Music Night?'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-5205570100431913488</id><published>2009-06-26T05:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:41:28.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The 100s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Music</title><content type='html'>Fans, followers, readers, and yes, family.  Well, probably only "family" actually read this but I wanted to let everyone know that I have received a list of "plays" for our Friday Night Music Night.  Let me say, it is a pretty good rundown of stuff we should take a listen to.  &lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of examples:  Alice Cooper.  The Beatles.  And we have had both of these groups on the show.  Love it to Death and Abbey Road.  Two great albums with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt; of classic rock songs that helped shape my musical life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's on tonight?  Darned if I know.  I wish we had some way of getting our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LP's&lt;/span&gt; into rotation but right now with "Mr. Nose out of Joint" music man not a lot of reorganizing and repositioning is getting done.  I'm sure all would understand.  Being on codeine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BV&lt;/span&gt; and trying to move the plasma around is not a good mix.  You may remember what happened last year when we rearranged our living room/TV viewing room.  That required a new TV-thus the Plasma.  So, we'll not get the turn table hooked up for tonight's show.  We'll just wait and see what happens....maybe our dear Brother-guy we've looked up to our whole life (or since we've known him) and his lovely wife Jules will come out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; Farm and surprise us!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep reading and we'll let you know what happens......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'til Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-5205570100431913488?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5205570100431913488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=5205570100431913488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5205570100431913488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5205570100431913488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-night-music.html' title='Friday Night Music'/><author><name>Angie 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Necessary before I can be fitted with the C-PAP breathing device.  And that will entail another trip to the sci-fi sleep center!  The fun never ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there won't be a big story in this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2416883895270038474?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2416883895270038474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2416883895270038474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2416883895270038474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2416883895270038474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/under-knife.html' 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href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7154737060372707056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=7154737060372707056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7154737060372707056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7154737060372707056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/mushing-loon-iowa-sunrise-run.html' title='Mushing Loon Iowa Sunrise Run'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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Over twenty "Sleep Suites" yet it seemed we were the only ones in the building.  Suite 17, my room, full of wires, gear and a remote-controlled video camera.  Just relax and watch TV for a couple of hours, with electrodes glued to my legs, chest and head, as the drugs kick in.  Am I going to wake up as a programmed zombie?&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to sleep with the wires everywhere.  I woke up cold and had to pee.  "Hey" I say.  "Be right there" Kayne replies over the intercom.  He comes in and helps me up, disconnects the wires and I go to the bathroom.  He brings another blanket.  I fall asleep and dream that he pushes my bed outside because he double-booked the room.  Then he comes in and tells me I'm done.  It's 4:10am.  He had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; attached a C-PAP, but that doesn't mean I won't need one.  He of course can't tell me the results.  That's up to the doctor in a month.&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to shower and then get some breakfast and go to work early, as opposed to driving home and turning around and driving to work.  They told me ahead of time that it would be a "normal" night's rest, but that was way wrong.  As Kayne said, it was a medical test, they needed to get good data, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be a comfortable night's sleep!  So I fought through the fog in my brain from a bad, weird-night's sleep all day.  And I'll have to go back if they decide I need a C-PAP so it can be set properly.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait - but then, I might just be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;programmed&lt;/span&gt; to say that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2667903188221533248?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2667903188221533248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2667903188221533248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2667903188221533248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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extra busy!  We need help from you dear readers.  Send us some suggestions on what you would like for us to listen to on our Friday Night Music night.  Please indicate the album/DVD/CD the song is from because we may have to track it down on the internet if we don't have it available.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Remember, we like good music and LOUD on friday night music nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care and Rock on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar God Wannabe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-6823154156080185566?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6823154156080185566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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This week's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repertoire&lt;/span&gt; inspired by Angie's guitar lessons, was a look back at some of the greatest songs written and performed from the 1950's and 1960's with a pinch of a modern day band.&lt;br /&gt;   Here's the list:  Crosby, Stills, Nash, &amp;amp; Young-Name of Love(This is what inspired us to take a look back at the early stuff.  This album (American Dream) came out in 1988.&lt;br /&gt;The Association-"Requiem for the Masses" &amp;amp; "Enter the Young" (These came off the album Greatest Hits which both Tim and Angie had the LP when they were kids.&lt;br /&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel-"Cecilia" &amp;amp; "The Boxer" again, both off the Greatest Hits LP.&lt;br /&gt;The Beach Boys-"Darlin'" &amp;amp; "Don't Worry, Baby" again, off Greatest Hits, Vol. 2&lt;br /&gt;The Hollies-"King Midas in Reverse" &amp;amp; "Bus Stop" again, off a Greatest Hits CD.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Holly-"Rave On" off The Original Master Tapes.  (Talented &amp;amp; gifted musician, tragic loss)&lt;br /&gt;The Monkees-"Love is ONly Sleeping" 1967 off the Looney Tunz The Monkee Collection CD. (Mike Nesmith sings, awesome.) &amp;amp; "Your Auntie Grizelda" 1967-Weirdly wild.&lt;br /&gt;The Byrds-"From a Distance" &amp;amp; "Eight Miles High" -again off the 20 essential tracks From the Boxed Set 1965-1990.&lt;br /&gt;The Mamas &amp;amp; the Papas-"California Dreamin'" from the Forrest Gump Soundtrack. (Reminds Angie of the Variety Show in high school when Becky Griffin and her performed this song dressed in "hippie garb" and nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;Nitty Gritty Dirt Band-"Will the Circle Be Unbroken" &amp;amp; "House of Pooh" again off Greatest Hits CD.&lt;br /&gt;Hank Williams-"Jambalya (On the Banyou) again 20 of Hank's Greatest Hits CD.&lt;br /&gt;The Derailers-"Then She Kissed Me" Produced in 1999, it's the most modern produced CD of the night, but you would think you were back in time.  Excellent band, fun and great to dance in your basement.&lt;br /&gt;Lefty Fritzell-"If You got the Money I've Got the Time" 1950.  The Legends Of Country Vol. 1 Looney Tunz.&lt;br /&gt;Carl Perkins-"Honey Don't" 1954.  The Legends of Country Vol. 1 Looney Tunz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2952435033031348092?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2952435033031348092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2952435033031348092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2952435033031348092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2952435033031348092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/Sdu4VRy0S3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LyUWd0Z-Mss/s1600-h/dog+lot+m-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/Sdu4VRy0S3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LyUWd0Z-Mss/s320/dog+lot+m-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050060361681778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/SduoWtv3J-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/shZXBLa4mnQ/s1600-h/Angie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we do when it snows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-655474096555403261?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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We almost had enough&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to hook up the dogs and take them on a run.&lt;br /&gt;  But I am ready for spring, is anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;  And I don't think that it matters if my little poems don't rhyme or even keep time.  It is a loose form of prose. &lt;br /&gt;  And that is all I have to say about life at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-8283061264840447915?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8283061264840447915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=8283061264840447915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/8283061264840447915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/8283061264840447915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-on-saturday.html' title='Snow on Saturday'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-5038736924333486806</id><published>2009-03-22T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:59:51.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Arrested Development Character Are You?</title><content type='html'>If you are on Facebook, then by now you are used to be innudated with requests to take this quiz and test your IQ, and find out which sexy lady are you type tests.  After awhile, they beyond annoying.  Fun at first and tiresome by the about the fourth one.&lt;br /&gt;So, in contrast to those lame quizzes that everyone does, try this not quite as lame as those quiz.&lt;br /&gt;You tell us which Arrested Development Character you most identify with.&lt;br /&gt;Now, because those characters are so complex you could be part Gob part Tobias....but I want to know who you most identify with.&lt;br /&gt;Have some fun...and remember it is all in fun and it's a damn shame that the show is no longer but rumours appear to be revealing a movie in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie most identifies with.....     "Maybe"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-5038736924333486806?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5038736924333486806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=5038736924333486806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5038736924333486806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5038736924333486806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/which-arrested-development-character.html' title='Which Arrested Development Character Are You?'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-324616169041102106</id><published>2009-03-22T17:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:49:44.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Music Night</title><content type='html'>We had an abbreviated Friday night music night because of the daughter's high school play.  So here is what we chose to watch AFTER the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSH in RIO.&lt;br /&gt;DVD-2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out I am a HUGE fan of RUSH and didn't know it most of my adult life.  Today I am a huge fan of RUSH and knew it from the instant.  How can this possible be?  RUSH is like the classical of rock and roll music.  With movements of musical masterpieces, it is up to each individual listener to take away the notes, the tones, the tempo, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; and make a decision for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine over 40 thousand fans, 50 thousand fans, 60, 70 and 80 thousand fans, jumping up and down with their hands clapping into the air, singing at the top of the lungs to the songs they know and love.  This is what RUSH in RIO is all about.  These fans are Brazilians.  And they know the words to Tom Sawyer, New World Man, Roll the Bones, Limelight, 2112.  You get the idea.  Amazing is all I can say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I watch this DVD.  There is no mosh pit.  The fans were getting into their music, singing along, jamming and experiencing the RUSH experience.  What a great show.  What an amazing DVD.  If you have not seen this, it is well worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;And how do you follow up RUSH?&lt;br /&gt;You don't. &lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it was a late Friday Night Music Night and when the first artists you start with is with some of the best, most talented musicians the world has heard, you call it a night.  Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-324616169041102106?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/324616169041102106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=324616169041102106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/324616169041102106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/324616169041102106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-night-music-night.html' title='Friday Night Music Night'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1098721939703275150</id><published>2009-03-22T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:40:49.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iditarod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Signs of Spring</title><content type='html'>My tulips have broken through the ground.&lt;br /&gt;The grass has a greenish tint.&lt;br /&gt;Tim is obsessed with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tim is obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buds are bursting on the maple trees.&lt;br /&gt;We can sit around the campfire at night&lt;br /&gt;Tim is obsessed with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tim is obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always can feel when it is spring&lt;br /&gt;the air is warmer,&lt;br /&gt;the dogs take off for hours at a time&lt;br /&gt;Tim is obsessed with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tim is obsessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1098721939703275150?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1098721939703275150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1098721939703275150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1098721939703275150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1098721939703275150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs-of-spring.html' title='Signs of Spring'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-7832384905176417013</id><published>2009-03-11T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:23:45.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Guess What was Waiting for Me?</title><content type='html'>I arrived at work later today by about fifteen minutes.  So that put me in the parking lot of at 8:15am.  There was not a train on the track.  Until I got out of my car and heard the alarm and saw the lights go on.  Drat!  I will never make it.  I am telling you I have bad train karma.  Today the train was using its brakes and the squeaking was making a horrendeous noise.  I reminded me of when someone runs fingernails on a blackboard.  Oh yeah, doesn't that just drive you off the edge of the cliff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-7832384905176417013?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7832384905176417013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=7832384905176417013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7832384905176417013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7832384905176417013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-what-was-waiting-for-me.html' title='Guess What was Waiting for Me?'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-2148771278426486662</id><published>2009-03-08T18:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:13:45.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Train, Train</title><content type='html'>by Angie&lt;br /&gt;   By now you know things just happen to me.  Little things that tend to blow up to become "crisis" situations.  Well, not exactly but at the time they sure seem to be.  So this is my story on the train karma I am experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;   I drive approximately 65 miles to work one way.  I park my Honda and walk an additional 15 minutes on a smooth ice free sidewalk day.  I don't mind the walk, it gets me invigorated to start my day at my cool job.  But a few weeks ago, I had heard something on the morning news.  It  was exercising for 10 minutes was just as good as exercising for 30 minutes at a time.  I missed the last half of the report because I was leaving the house to drive to work.  So I really don't know if this is true or not but in my mind leaving that morning it was all true.  And when I parked at my assigned lot, I thought great I'm going to count how many blocks I walk to see how far I walk in 15 minutes.  As I turned my head around while walking forward I tripped falling flat on my chin on the hard, cold sidewalk.  Right in broad daylight.  No one saw me, or stopped to help.  The only thing broken was my pride.  My chin hurt and  my whole jawline and my ears ringed for days.  I made it through work and walked back to my parking lot when the train was stopped on the track.  It had not moved for a good five minutes, but it felt like five hours.  There were a couple guys that dared to cross the train to get to the other side.  You see my parking lot was just on the other side.  It had been a long day.  My chin hurt, my ears were ringing, my jawline was sore and I had broken my pride.  I just wanted to go home.     I waited for the train to get going and finally it moved forward about seven cars and then it came to a  halt.  Now what?  No one was around and the train didn't make any sounds.  I looked left.  I looked right.  I looked behind.  No one was watching.  No one to help if I jumped on the train and it   started to move would save me.  But I really thought I could do this.  Just give me one last chance to prove I am still gracefully.  (Family members be quiet!)  I grabbed the ladder and pulled myself up.  There was not any railing on the end of the car so I walked quickly to the other side and lowered myself down on the opposite ladder.  It was all good.  As soon as I got into my car, the train moved.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;....that was not as much fun as I thought so next time I will walk 3 blocks out of my way to get around.  The next night, there it was waiting for me.  The train.  Just sitting there, watching and waiting and not moving.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt; I needed to get home.  So I walked out of my way and got home late.  The next week, the one day that I needed to get to work early because of a meeting there was the train, waiting for me.  Silent on the tracks.  Not moving.  Begging me to jump on it.  Just try me, that is what the train was whispering.  No way, I'll walk around.  So I did.  I was right on time, but sweating and looking all disarrayed from the extended brisker walk.  That same night, trying to get out of there to make it to a variety show at my kid's school, the same train was just sitting there on the tracks.  No movement.  No grinding.  No thrusting.  Just waiting for me to try and cross.  I walked around again barely making it on time to my engagement.  By now I had decided to call the train a  word with an adjective in front. What did I do?  I crossed when I shouldn't have and realized that wasn't smart.  I know.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt; this has got to stop.  I was having a bad train karma week.  The next morning, again I am running about 5 minutes behind schedule.  I parked my car and jumped out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vehicle&lt;/span&gt; when I heard it.  The train whistle.  You have got to be kidding me.  I ran over to the sidewalk and jumped across the cement wall that divides the parking lot from the hill sidewalk.  I stopped at the tracks.  It was moving slow and it was coming at me.  It was about one block away.  Do I cross?  Do I test fate?  Would I trip on the tracks?  I looked left.  I looked right.  No one was watching me.  No one to rescue me.  What should I do?  The train was still half a block off.  Probably it was going to stop and not move for hours.  Now there was a car that came up to the crossing.  Was it going to cross?  Would I? &lt;br /&gt;   I decided that my train karma was indeed in alignment with some positive influences.  The car crossed without getting smashed.  I walked the extra blocks to maintain my train composure.  What will happen tomorrow?  Will that train be waiting for me or will I not see it for weeks?  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2148771278426486662?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2148771278426486662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2148771278426486662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2148771278426486662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2148771278426486662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/train-train.html' title='Train, Train'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-5352677556488275046</id><published>2009-02-27T19:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:53:41.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>MUSIC NIGHT IS BACKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>FRIDAY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;  It's back....music night.  Now that Angie is working regular normal business hours Tim and her will enjoy some music cranked up on Friday night.  Are you wondering what is on tap for tonight?  Well here's what Angie has piled up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the way it works...Angie first then Tim...or if Tim is in a bad mood Tim goes first.....if I pick a song and another Tim picks one song then another....we always try to out do one another.  Now, I am not sure if we'll get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; this list tonight but here's the sneak peak at what is on Angie's list....ssshhh.....don't let Tim know ahead of time.  Comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REM-Murmur&lt;br /&gt;Abigail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Washburn&lt;/span&gt; and the Sparrow Quartet...Bela Fleck-Casey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Driessen&lt;/span&gt;-Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sollee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Patti&lt;/span&gt; Smith Group-Radio Ethiopia&lt;br /&gt;King's X-Gretchen Goes to Nebraska-"summerland"&lt;br /&gt;Michael Monroe-Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fakin&lt;/span&gt;' It-"Dead, Jail, or Rock n Roll"&lt;br /&gt;Led Zepplin-Bringin it on Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's Picks..from what I remember....&lt;br /&gt;RUSH-"By-Tor and the Snow Dog"&lt;br /&gt;FIGHTER-(Bill Heller is an awesome guitar player)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-5352677556488275046?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5352677556488275046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=5352677556488275046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5352677556488275046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5352677556488275046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-night-is-backkkkkk.html' title='MUSIC NIGHT IS BACKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3811878833265656173</id><published>2009-02-22T16:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:12:54.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleddog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Mushing in a blizzard-Iowa style</title><content type='html'>Saturday's blizzard was my first opportunity in weeks to take advantage of a little mushing.  Brownie was already outside, on the loose.  I went into the barn and harnessed up Biscuit, leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krunchy&lt;/span&gt; alone in the barn, crying to come along.  No way was I going to let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Krunchy&lt;/span&gt; come along with us.  He ran half a mile ahead of us and did whatever he wanted to do.  It is not fun when he gets the other two all excited and not paying any attention to me.  After harnessing up Biscuit I brought the pretty vivid red harness for Brownie.  She sat at my feet and let me put it on her.  She usually is hard to get dressed but today she wanted to go for a run.  Got everyone hitched and went to get the sled that hangs in the garage.  We headed east to the waterway.  There was about 4 inches of snow on the ground in places, and just covering the grass in others.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Temperature&lt;/span&gt; was 12 degrees but falling.  We saw a big green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chevy&lt;/span&gt; truck and thought it was Dad so we ran back home.  It was not him.  So we attempted for the second time to head east to the waterway.  When we went about 30 yards   and got to the same spot we were at when we saw the other truck, there was dad.  So we ran back to the house to talk with him.  Then we headed west out to the cornfield.The wind from the northwest was howling and blowing hard snow pellets into our face.  I walked alongside the sled and let the dogs trot ahead not having to pull any wait.  It is hard walking in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;earth turned&lt;/span&gt; field.  Bumpy and the remnants of corn stalks sometimes snags the sled.  Alas, we made it to the waterway that goes to the timber.  This was great, smooth sailing for the most part.  The dogs were happy to run along and I would push off with my left foot keeping my right foot on the sled.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; we came to the edge of the timber.  I stopped to get the newly made brake out because I knew the hill down to the river bottom was steep and fast as that is the one the Loon wiped out on weeks ago.  So I checked out the new brakes and decided it would be safe and worked.  SO mushing the dogs down the trail, ever so slowly we walked down the trail.  The snow was too deep, it got caught up on the brake so every 10 yards I would have to stop to clear it.  So much for going fast.  When we got to the bottom of the hill I could see the river, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wapsipinicon&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wapsi&lt;/span&gt; as everyone calls it.  IT was moving fast for this time of the year.  I wanted a closer looked so anchoring the dogs I walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;carefully&lt;/span&gt; to the edge of the river.  IT has a steep bank  and the edge of the river is frozen unlike the other side that was moving swiftly.  I laid down on my belly to watch.  I had to keep the dogs a distance from me or they would have given me kisses and licks and jumps and more kisses and licks and jumps.  Biscuit loves to love.  Getting up carefully, we left to continue on the trail.  It is a snowmobile trail but no one had been along for weeks.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; dogs did pretty good until we were on ice.  Now, I didn't know how deep the water was where we were on.  Usually during the winter months, the river is low and the bottom timber is dried up.  But we were walking on ice.  The dogs decided they didn't want to pull so much, so I ended up just walking behind the sled, laying my arms across the handle bar on the sled.  The ice was cracking and we were watching closely, because the last thing I wanted to do was to fall into some waterhole that had just enough water to soak me, without drowning and I would have to walk back to the house pulling the sled.  As we followed the river, I noticed we were below the level of the river, not sure what it meant but beginning to feel a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;edgy&lt;/span&gt;.  Just as I thought we were close to being out I slipped and fell.  Oh shit.  Was the ice going to break?  That was my first thought.  Quickly, I jumped up before the dogs could jump all over me.  I notice the creaking of the ice and needed to get off this stuff right away.  Looking to the south I saw we had a bank to go up and we would be high enough the water would not get us if there were a flash flood.  We weren't in any real danger, but I think about stuff happening so I will know what to do if and when it ever does happen.  Living on the edge.  So there I was, just steps from climbing out of the river bottom and I couldn't climb up the bank, it was ice covered.  I couldn't get a grip.  I was yelling at the dogs, pull me pull me get going but they wanted to love me, kiss me, jump on me, and love me, kiss me and jump onto my face.  WHY?  Didn't they know we could be trapped out here, never to return until the spring thaw?  After finally getting Biscuit to relax was I able to crawl on my knees and fingers to the top of the bank.  And running as far as we could away from there.  Walking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; yet another cornfield, partial plowed with cornstalks sticking up to grab onto the sled every twenty steps, and Brownie not wanting to pull at all now, it was still a blizzard and I was sore from falling on the ice, twice.  About every 10 steps there would be a different smell.  Rabbit?  Deer?  Fox?  Squirrel?  Only the dogs knew for sure and they wanted to check out every smell, one at a time.  By now, the blizzard was rolling strong and I was having to just walk behind the sled.  They would not pull me at all, not even with me pushing with my left foot.  I had a good mile plus to walk.  And I forgot to go to the bathroom before I left.  I just wanted to get out there and forgot to go.  Now I am a mile from home, beat up from falling on the ice, twice, and I have two dogs that only want to stop every ten steps to smell what lies below the snow.  Needless to say, it was a long journey for half a mile until we reached the eastern waterway.   Now, we were within site of home and I fell again.  Into a big hole.  I didn't see it, but it was there and so was Biscuit right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;on top&lt;/span&gt; of me.  Love and kisses and jumping.  Double duty for Biscuit.  And Brownie didn't want to pull at all.  I finally stopped the sled and tried to see what was bothering her.  She let me take off her harness but in the process she began overly excited and ended up putting her mouth into my nose.  OUCH!  It hurt and she didn't mean to bite me, but that is what happened.  So now she is loose, I am sore and have a bloody nose and it is a blizzard, and I have now almost wet my pants.  I didn't have a phone with me and my husband was not around.  I forgot to tell him where I was going and when I would be home.  As good fortune would have it, he pulled in the driveway with his big-ass truck.  He noticed my nose and wondered what happened.  I told him he could read all about it on our blog.  The blizzard continued for several hours, and I felt fine until the next day.  Sore all over.  My nose is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and Brownie and Biscuit are ready for some more mushing fun.  Tune in next week to see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3811878833265656173?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3811878833265656173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3811878833265656173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3811878833265656173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3811878833265656173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/mushing-in-blizzard-iowa-style.html' title='Mushing in a blizzard-Iowa style'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-7618380960149870093</id><published>2009-02-19T19:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:26:06.083-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>New Technology:  Welcome to the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>It's happened.  Angie has finally suctioned herself to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course, the daughter and her sister Jill had to assist setting herself up.  Yeah, she doesn't really know all the ins and outs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, but she is learning.&lt;br /&gt;And learning too about her newly found social status, her suspicious husband.  Why would he be suspicious about me and all my friends.  My dad, my sister, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bandmate&lt;/span&gt;, old friends from my past and new friends from my job.  I don't understand his hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any ideas, readers on how I can handle his insane jealousy of a new hobby?  Talk amongst yourselves while I post this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-7618380960149870093?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7618380960149870093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=7618380960149870093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7618380960149870093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7618380960149870093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-technology-welcome-to-21st-century.html' title='New Technology:  Welcome to the 21st Century'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-6636090248922304056</id><published>2009-02-19T08:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:49:10.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><title type='text'>Sick Kid</title><content type='html'>Remember the days when you were a kid and sick?  What did your mother do to make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;  My mom always came when I called, or mostly yelled out her name.  MOM!&lt;br /&gt;  The boy is sick today.  He has been sick since Monday.  In fact, Sunday night he was at his dad's and wanted to come home early because he felt sick.  I told him to just wait and he'll feel better.  Was I wrong. &lt;br /&gt;  Now, we are waiting to go see the doctor.  I don't claim to be a doctor, but here's my diagnosis:  he has the flu.  So there may not be anything to give him, but he has asthma so we need to go.  I should have taken him earlier but I thought whatever he had would run its course.  I didn't go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. when I was a kid until I    passed out and they figured out I had strep throat and mono.  I was out sick for 3 weeks, right in the prime season of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;detasselling&lt;/span&gt; corn.  I missed out on a bunch of money.  And I was only 15.  Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;    Comment today on your memories of being ill and having your mother, father, grandmother, or other caregiver nursing you back to health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-6636090248922304056?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6636090248922304056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=6636090248922304056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6636090248922304056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6636090248922304056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-kid.html' title='Sick Kid'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-982719948449512869</id><published>2009-02-01T11:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:37:02.581-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Mushing Photos</title><content type='html'>Check out some photos of us mushing at &lt;a href="http://mushingloon.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Loon's Mushing Report.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-982719948449512869?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/982719948449512869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=982719948449512869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/982719948449512869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/982719948449512869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/mushing-photos.html' title='Mushing Photos'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-8725790790072996969</id><published>2009-02-01T11:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:47:49.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iditarod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleddog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The 100s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>WHAT I HAVE DONE RECENTLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BY ANGIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's Feb. 1st and I have been busy this year.  Just wanted to share some of the things that have been keeping me busy.  I'm sure you all are on the edge of your seats so here goes.&lt;br /&gt; I got a new job.  No longer am I slaving over writing promos for the news department at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kfxa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I have been appointed at the University of Iowa as Educational Media Coordinator II at the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences.  When I figure out exactly WHAT my title means I will share it with you.  For right now, I am the assistant to Head of the Production Unit, Bob Burns.  Bob used to work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KGAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  So, it has been a blast so far.  Just finished my 3rd week on the job.  Tim came over after his gig on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get the nickel tour.&lt;br /&gt; The 100s had two gigs in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Janaury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  One around Jan 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Springville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the Legion.  Good show.  We went out for breakfast afterward, which meant driving to Cedar Rapids.  Tim was mad at me, but I was hungry.  A girl has got to eat.&lt;br /&gt;  Then the 100s played an unplugged gig at the Java House in Iowa City, Friday Jan. 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Filled the room and more.  Great show.  It aired on the radio, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IPR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so cool.  They did videotape it so you can watch it somewhere, sometime, at a date which I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;  We have b&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;een&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; taking the dogs&lt;/span&gt; out on the snowmobile, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;snowmachine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, trails about once a week to get them some exercise.  Tim wiped out, as you may have read last weekend.  We went today and had a better run.  We did not let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Krunchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go with us so it helped Brownie focus on leading.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HEr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BIscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did a great job.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PRoud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of both of them.  They pulled me a long ways.  Tim made a new break for him when he went down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mountian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trail.  He didn't wipe out, the break worked great.  We are now in the house, sweaty and tired but feeling great about the dogs.  They did a super job.&lt;br /&gt;  The daughter is performing in speech and is going to the state contest for her group mime.  We are proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;  The teen son is using Motley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Crue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to wake us up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morning.  At 6:15 every morning.  Even when he is not here.  He is playing basketball, and although I have only been able to attend one game, Tim took the video camera and I was able to watch another.  HE seems to enjoy it and even remembered the other guys from the other teams that he played against during football.  That is the cool part about playing sports, meeting the other team and sometimes making friends.&lt;br /&gt;  Saw Tim's other son at the gig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and turns out he has class in the building I work at.  Maybe he'll look me up more?&lt;br /&gt;  Would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; reading the book "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;winterdance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" by Gary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Paulsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, if you like reading about life, obstacles, dogs, outdoors, dreams, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;iditarod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Good book.  Easy reading, fast paced.  Good.  5 stars.  And I finished the book I got for Tim for Christmas, by Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Peart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Roadshow"  good book and again, easy to read, fast paced, could keep reading for hours on end if I had the time.  He (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Peart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; in many ways to Tim.  Or vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  So I totally understood his lack of enthusiasm for being  a rock star.  Like I said, great book worth the read.  Especially if you are a Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fan, a Rush fan, or a DRUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; we are preparing for Feb.  the time of the year when winter doesn't go by fast enough.  Looking forward to selecting seeds from the catalogues, planting new trees, and baseball and softball season.&lt;br /&gt;   Stop in and visit friends or family.  We welcome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-8725790790072996969?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8725790790072996969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=8725790790072996969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/8725790790072996969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/8725790790072996969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-have-done-recently.html' title='WHAT I HAVE DONE RECENTLY'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-2617722335110937345</id><published>2009-01-28T21:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:19:21.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>What was your first job and how much money did you earn?</title><content type='html'>So I got a call mid-morning today.  I wasn't sure why the daughter was calling me and I am at my new job so I really didn't want to disrupt what we were working on, but I answered my cell.  The girl wanted to know my first job and how much I earned.  Here's my first job that I can remember where I had to have a social security card and all that jazz.  I worked at the cafeteria at Upper Iowa University.  I believed I earned about $1.10 an hour.  I would work at banquets waiting on tables, and clearing the tables.  Guess it was ok.  IT must have made an impression that I didn't want to get into that line of work.&lt;br /&gt; Looney reader's share with us your story of first job and how much you earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2617722335110937345?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2617722335110937345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2617722335110937345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2617722335110937345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2617722335110937345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-was-your-first-job-and-how-much.html' title='What was your first job and how much money did you earn?'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-6941826771125678698</id><published>2009-01-25T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:30:17.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loon's Big Mushing Wreck</title><content type='html'>Read about Loon's big mushing wreck &lt;a href="http://mushingloon.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-6941826771125678698?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6941826771125678698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=6941826771125678698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6941826771125678698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6941826771125678698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/loons-big-mushing-wreck.html' title='Loon&apos;s Big Mushing Wreck'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4228642549179431623</id><published>2009-01-19T06:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:26:19.951-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Reading Material</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; Talk readers here is another chance for you to voice your opinions.  This week we are asking you what are you reading?  Go ahead and share your latest adventure book, your romance novel or the best darn article you've read from your favorite mag rag. &lt;br /&gt;  Here's what on my list.&lt;br /&gt; Road Show-Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Peart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gave this book to Tim for Christmas and I read it first.  How mean am I?  If you don't know anything about Tim, you probably shouldn't be reading this blog.  However, if you do know and love Tim, you'll know and love this book as well.  Neil writes about his travels from one show to another, night after night all the while on a motorcycle.  Great look to the inside of a working rock band.  I like his style of writing.  Reminds me of brother Pete's writing styles.  Pete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt;, keep writing and work on publishing your work.  I'll read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Winterdance&lt;/span&gt;-Gary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paulsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (I am not finished with this, but it is a book I gave Tim for his birthday.  OF course, he picked it out, found it on line and bought it for himself.  But it was for him.  IT is a great look at what it is like to even BEGIN to start racing sled dogs.  It is a funny story of a man who really doesn't have a clue to what he is doing.  Kinda like someone else we know and love.  His mistakes are what makes me laugh out loud.  Knowing that I, too, would probably have done what he did.  So far so good.  I could hardly put the book down last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4228642549179431623?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4228642549179431623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4228642549179431623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4228642549179431623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4228642549179431623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/reading-material.html' title='Reading Material'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1800824692556386728</id><published>2009-01-14T08:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:17:38.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>This Is Not A Film</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, the Loons watched the 2003 film "This Is Not A Film".  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pseudo&lt;/span&gt;-documentary of a young man who makes a video-reenactment of his relationship with a lost love.&lt;br /&gt;Through the act of remaking their dates, combined with the analysis of the woman who portrays his lost-love, he begins to discover his part in the downfall.&lt;br /&gt;A clever device, and a decent exploration of the differing views on a relationship, he was searching for Grace, which is the ultimate theme - searching for grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it a 3 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;Angie says this is her summary:  This film took an idea and made it into a movie.  Some parts I liked.  Some effects I did not like.  In fact they were extremely annoying to me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; jump cuts just bothered me.  I can't stand it.  It seems to be the "latest" hip technique, but I am old-school and declare the director/editor couldn't come up with an original transitional technique.&lt;br /&gt;I give this film a 2.75 out of 5.  (Hey, a 5 is considered a 10 so it was not a bad film at all.  Go ahead, watch it yourself and comment.  Dare YOU!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1800824692556386728?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1800824692556386728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1800824692556386728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1800824692556386728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1800824692556386728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-not-film.html' title='This Is Not A Film'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-6936958003171882781</id><published>2009-01-11T16:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:07:58.993-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The 100s'/><title type='text'>Latest Musical Influences</title><content type='html'>We know we all have been influenced by bands, musicians, poets and teachers when we were young.  But who is the latest person to have influenced you musically?&lt;br /&gt;Here's my list: the 100s-Hubby's band but they have influenced and continually support my goal of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; guitar. &lt;br /&gt;Alejandro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Escovedo&lt;/span&gt;-This guy has been around a long time and has been through a lot.  He writes great music and puts on a heck of a performance even if there were only 20 people at the bar.  He is a great musician and just to be able to hear him and see him was amazing, a life changing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us who influences you.  Share and compare.  My list is short because there are so many bands that I can't list them all right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-6936958003171882781?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6936958003171882781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=6936958003171882781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6936958003171882781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6936958003171882781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/latest-musical-influences.html' title='Latest Musical Influences'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-2550174099153656930</id><published>2009-01-07T07:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:55:35.392-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>Doors and Cats</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard the pawing of your cat, trying to get into the room you are occupying?  Now here's another question.  Have you ever had a cat who gets into the room, closes the door than can't get out?  That is what we have here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; Land.  Smoke, that crazy cat of ours does it on a semi-daily regular basis.  We have had to put door stops in (loose weights, amp's and heavy stuff like that) in front of the doors so he won't lock himself in.  And the worst of it, he always has accomplishes.  Little Dottie and Meredith.  His little harem.  Besides the obvious of tossing him outdoors to fend for himself, what can a mother cat do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2550174099153656930?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2550174099153656930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2550174099153656930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2550174099153656930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2550174099153656930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/doors-and-cats.html' title='Doors and Cats'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4641731304832555923</id><published>2009-01-06T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:19:10.975-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>New Movies Angie and Tim Watched</title><content type='html'>Now look, we don't claim to be hip, happening nor on top of things.  In fact, one person could say we are middle-aged hippies who are working for the man.  Tim of course, works for the "coolest, hippest, man.  While Angie does work for the man.  In order to maintain my great status with the company, no further talk of this will occur.&lt;br /&gt;My point is this, we watched a great movie several weeks ago and we are of course way behind schedule with the rest of the "world."&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:  Juno.  Yes, great movie that we will watch over and over again.  Maybe not as much as Tim is watching "Once" but something along those lines.  IF you have not seen Juno, don't wait any further.  Put it on top of your list.  Humanity in a nutshell.  Well written and well-shot cinematography.  Great actors who were able to tap into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each's&lt;/span&gt; other emotional state of their character's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4641731304832555923?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4641731304832555923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4641731304832555923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4641731304832555923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4641731304832555923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-movies-angie-and-tim-watched.html' title='New Movies Angie and Tim Watched'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-5939967276378784895</id><published>2009-01-05T19:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:33:07.706-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iditarod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Mushing On Ice</title><content type='html'>By Angie&lt;br /&gt;    I'll admit it.  I am now a musher.  And in the two plus weeks I have taken out my two dogs, Brownie and Biscuit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krunchy&lt;/span&gt; off-leash leading our way, I have bruised my elbows, hyper-extended my knee, and almost flipped myself over the sled onto the ice glacier of an Iowa waterway.  This is the most dangerous sport I have ever done!  Just when it starts getting fun, something happens and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!  I find myself beat up.  Realistically, I don't think my body can take it.  It is tough.  So kudos to all those mushers.  I'll stick to being an amateur.  And my question to you is this:  How do you run dogs on solid sheets of ice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-5939967276378784895?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5939967276378784895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=5939967276378784895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5939967276378784895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5939967276378784895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/mushing-on-ice.html' title='Mushing On Ice'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-6970197832519339224</id><published>2008-11-14T06:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:15:34.284-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Loons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><title type='text'>101 Things About The Loons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes - it's our 100th post! (OK, so we missed it by a few!)&lt;br /&gt;So here, by Internet Decree is 100 things about us! (Plus a bonus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie's:&lt;br /&gt;1. Drummer Addict. Found my Drummer so you can call me recovered Addict. Forever dealing with the dum, dah, dum, dum, DUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Coffee Addict. Black the first three cups, and the rest of the morning a shot of cream please. And make it a BIG shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite Sub-Tuna Salad Sub covered w/Black Olives, Jalapenos, Banana Peppers, Lettuce, Tomato, and Dill sauce. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Worst Job EVER-Peeling Hard boiled eggs for 10 hours a day. The smell made me puke every morning. My hands were never out of cold water the whole time of standing at the table. AWFUL. Made me thankful and gave me incentive to continue my education and NEVER, EVER, have to work in an assembly line job again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chair Addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Wrote my first play at age 8. My first stage production by 9. Editor and CEO of my first newspaper age 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My first TV job paid $4.50 an hour. Was able to live on my own, drive a new truck, and have a land-line phone. No cable. No bar-hopping. Great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Collected Caterpillars in a red vase as a kid. Brought them to my bedroom every night and they would disappear by morning. Found out several years ago, my sister HATES caterpillars because my missing "alive" collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Ran the mile on high school track team for four years. Beat a guy once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Interviewed presidential candidate Ross Perot in a skirt and high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Peruvian Shoe-Shiner at the Dulles Airport proposed marriage. I said NO but thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.In a Made-for-TV movie starring Willie Nelson and Kris Kristofferson. Role: TV news photographer. I nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Professional Jam Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Editor High School News Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Staff Reporter Northern Iowan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Interviewed two former first ladies, Lady Bird Johnson and Barbara Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Interviewed Hal Holbrook in his hotel room. Just him and me. (Nothing happened except for a conversation about his play.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Read every Nancy Drew book in the Fayette library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Read every book written by Laura Ingalls Wilder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Weekly visitor of the fire station at one point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Worst place I lived was a flea-bag trailer house, and I am not exaggerating. My sister and I lived with my boss while I worked at a hotel in Florida. We appreciated his hospitality, it was the most disgusting place ever. Bought huge shares in the RAID company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Before having children, only knew how to cook tuna melt sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Once shared a elevator ride with Leon Spinks. Funny story. After the ride was over, my friend Marlys yelled out, "We just rode down with Leon Spinks." We jumped up and down screaming. My other friend Teri stopped jumping and asked point-blank, "Who is Leon Spinks?" We all died laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Guitar Player-Teaching myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.Secretly wants to perform on the guitar to audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.Huge fan of Brokedown Stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Now addicted to guitars and find other guitar players far more interesting than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.Wanted to be a network photojournalist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.Thought I should move to LA, live in Hollywood and hang out with Big Hair Bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30.Bottle Feed kitties.  Yes, I am a Cat Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31.Fast becoming fascinated with Italy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32.Meet and interviewed Stevie Ray Vaughn, one of the nicest "celebs" I ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33.Dream of walking across Scotland for a vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34.Would love to own my own business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35.I like to trout fish, just don't have my license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36.Enjoy walking with my dad while he is hunting.  I don't carry a gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37.Been married twice and have never been on a "honeymoon" guess that means try for a three?  Just kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;38.Would wear vintage clothes everyday to work if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;39.Wrote my first play in 3rd grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;40.Directed my first backyard play by 5th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;41.Directed, produced and edited 4 music videos by age 27.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;42.Start a lot of projects, some get done and others are always "waiting to be finished."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43.Would love to open up my own "treasure" shop with my sister Jill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;44.Would love to go on a family vacation with my siblings and parents and my hubby's family, the whole Looney clan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;45.Dream about quitting my job and living on the farm for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;46.Love to read Non-fiction works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;47.Had a photo published in a book, titled...."Eating His Christmas Pie."  Cute shot of Ryker with his face in the holiday pie.  Yes, we all skipped dessert that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;48.Wants to have a cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;49.Unfinished project right now is a screenplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;50.Would love to make a difference in someone's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim's&lt;br /&gt;1.    First person born in Johnson County in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Youngest of 6 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  By age 18 had learned how to play and publicly performed:&lt;br /&gt;trombone, guitar, bass, drums, keyboard and oboe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Founding member of rock band Voyager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Currently drummer in The 100s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Have two ex-wives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Ate nearly nothing besides Skippy Chunky on white bread (folded sideways) until age of 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    Graduated after first semester of senior year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    Graduated from Kirkwood Community College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.    Nominated for "Communications student of the year" at Kirkwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.    Started in television in 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.    Learned to love Jalepeno peppers in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.    Read nearly 20 years worth of back issues of "Reader's Digest" as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.    Love the Hawkeyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.    Read Agatha Christie books as a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.    Had my favorite dog, Pandy, from 1972 until 1981.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.    Coached youth baseball for several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.    Have two sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.    Worked at Howard Johnson's while in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.    Had a kidney removed in 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.    Have a secret love for "Rock Chicks".  (Am currently growing my own!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.    Once studied French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.    Have been to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.    Am obsessed with Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.    Own every Rush album produced since 1971 (17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.    Want to mush sled dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.    Lived on a farm the first 18 and last 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.    Have had 4 "best friends" since jr.high: Ray, Steve, Bob, Angie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.    Love Bud Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.    Drink Black Velvet regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.    Love Johnny Walker Black Scotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.    Have wanted to live in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.    Have wanted to live in Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.    Have wanted to live in Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.    Have wanted to live in Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.    First car was a huge, white Buick LaSabre, “The Beast”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.    Hate peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.    Think politics is easy – you either think that the government is there to work FOR you, or you think that “May the strong (and rich) survive”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.    Collects shot glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.    Has a huge CD collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.  Love to watch movies and TV with the Babe Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.    Wrote a newspaper as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.    Sang in a quartet in kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.    Sang in a quartet in High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.    One concert in High School played the drums in Jazz Band, accompanied a vocalist with a guitar, played trombone and performed an oboe solo in concert band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.    Have been to Wrigley Field twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.    Once shot an elephant in my pajama’s.  How he got into my pajama’s I’ll never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.    Currently contributing to three blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.    Love Monty Python&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.    Love ALL my kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.    Love my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-6970197832519339224?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6970197832519339224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=6970197832519339224' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6970197832519339224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/6970197832519339224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/101-things-about-loons.html' title='101 Things About The Loons'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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-5818227367215707545.post-4155937764954643209</id><published>2008-10-14T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:14:59.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iditarod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Tonight is the Premiere of "Toughest Race On Earth: Iditarod"</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the premiere of the Discovery Channel series "Toughest Race On Earth: Iditarod".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series will air at 10PM Eastern Time tonight, and repeat at 11PM ET, 2AM ET early Wednesday, Friday night at 10PM ET, early Saturday morning at 2AM ET, and Saturday morning at 11AM ET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for coverage of the race start in Anchorage and Willow.  Meet mushers and their dogs.  Learn behind-the-scenes strategies and training methods.  See exclusive interviews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4155937764954643209?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4155937764954643209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4155937764954643209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4155937764954643209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4155937764954643209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/tonight-is-premiere-of-toughest-race-on.html' title='Tonight is the Premiere of &quot;Toughest Race On Earth: Iditarod&quot;'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-9066123368173644545</id><published>2008-10-08T09:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:27:02.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Favorite Foreign Films</title><content type='html'>Here's your chance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; Talk readers.  List in no particular order or number your top pick in foreign films.  Don't be shy.  Share your picks. &lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stecchino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bread n Tulips&lt;br /&gt;3. Jules and Jim&lt;br /&gt;4. The Pianist&lt;br /&gt;5. Wild Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;  Now there are many more, however it will take me additional time to list.  So this is it for RIGHT NOW.  Come on, comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-9066123368173644545?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/9066123368173644545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=9066123368173644545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/9066123368173644545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/9066123368173644545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/favorite-foreign-films.html' title='Favorite Foreign Films'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3810838165678948658</id><published>2008-10-06T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:30:15.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleddog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Road Creatures</title><content type='html'>This fall as you walk down an Iowa gravel road, maybe you'll notice those creatures in nature we call slimy, creepy, crawlers.  As it turns out, this season there are so many caterpillars crossing the roads and the snakes as well.  All summer I have been looking for the snakes.  Not too often did I see them slithering in the grass and into the underbrush.  I thought maybe the chickens killed them all.   But alas, they are out in full sun on those dusty roads the dogs and I walk most every morning.  Today was no different.  About every 20 steps there is a caterpillar creeping across.  The black and brown fuzzy ones.  The same type I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;captured&lt;/span&gt; every fall and brought them into our house.  I never knew my sister didn't like them.  I would put grass in their home and sticks.  Every morning they were gone.  The vase I kept them in was short and shallow.  I guess they escaped.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; dogs love to check out each one as we walk the gravel.  IT doesn't matter how many we look at, they all need to be investigated. &lt;br /&gt;  Speaking of wildlife, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I drive past the hog confinement center about 3 miles from our home, I see the same coyote hanging out.  He is reddish brown, kind of shaggy.  I guess you would say he is living high off the hog.  Loon wants him dead.  I like to see him.  As long as he is not killing chickens, he can stay over there.&lt;br /&gt;  And readers, we got our harnesses and ropes for the sled dog team.  Loon and I took them out yesterday (Sunday) and walk the waterway to the neighbors road and back home.  We were only out there for an hour, but we were beat after doing it.  Biscuit is the leader.  We tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krunchy&lt;/span&gt;, he kept trying to go to the right.  HE pulled pretty hard.  Brownie is the best sled dog.  She is so good.  She just stays in line and follows Biscuit.  His ropes are too long.  They need to be shortened so he is not too far ahead of everyone. &lt;br /&gt;    We'll get some pictures and post sometime.&lt;br /&gt;    Keep on reading and write in your comments readers!&lt;br /&gt;Angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3810838165678948658?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3810838165678948658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3810838165678948658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3810838165678948658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3810838165678948658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/road-creatures.html' title='Road Creatures'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4425956235978729513</id><published>2008-09-30T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:33:41.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Vice Presidential Debate</title><content type='html'>Is it going to happen?  Word on the street from a guy I know who we'll just call Josh, he says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; is going to back out of the race.  Yeah, she's gonna go home and play Mommy and drive around the hockey team.  Or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is great to have someone who is "real" and who is in way over her head.  Because that is what life is about.  Somebody throw her a life ring or something.  Does anyone remember Dan Quayle?  Or am I the only one that is drawing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; between Sarah and Dan.  Remember the spelling of potatoes?  Or was it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;potatoe&lt;/span&gt;?  I'll have to look it up sometime when I'm not tossing and turning over losing sleep because Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; may be next in line to run our country.  Has anyone seen the headlines recently?  What have the fat cats on Wall Street, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Congress&lt;/span&gt; and across the country in board rooms been doing lately?  I'll tell you what they haven't been doing.  They haven't been cutting coupons.  Or cancelling their vacation to some remote paradise.  Let Sarah have her day in debate.  It makes great TV.  McCain you can't win, no matter who or what you have as a running mate.  You may as well have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt; Bin Laden as your vice president.  At least we would finally catch him.&lt;br /&gt;Just another of my rants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4425956235978729513?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4425956235978729513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4425956235978729513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4425956235978729513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4425956235978729513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/vice-presidential-debate.html' title='Vice Presidential Debate'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3011518550109092630</id><published>2008-09-30T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:57:33.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleddog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racing'/><title type='text'>Hook Up those Pups!</title><content type='html'>It's official.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Looney's&lt;/span&gt; are getting some harnesses and ropes and all that great stuff that Loon has been dreaming about ordering.   Biscuit will get a custom harness, because as it turns out he is small for a sled dog.  Go Biscuit.  We always root for the underdogs.  Did you know Biscuit is a wet nurse for kitties?  Yes, it is true.  We'll keep you updated, racing fans and dog lovers.  Don't worry.  No puppies will be hurt on our shift.  In fact, I see one old lady getting thrown off the wagon somewhere in the middle of nowhere on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;.  And I see an old man getting left behind in the wilderness without his bottle.  Life is gonna be good real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3011518550109092630?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3011518550109092630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3011518550109092630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3011518550109092630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3011518550109092630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/hook-up-those-pups.html' title='Hook Up those Pups!'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1210743117336776775</id><published>2008-09-23T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:18:36.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>CR Mayor: Sleeping on the Job</title><content type='html'>Rant if I must,&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it's my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the videotape over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to believe the little white haired sleeping woman is the mayor of Cedar Rapids.&lt;br /&gt;If you view multiple times like I have,&lt;br /&gt;you will notice yourself getting sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is our way of following along,&lt;br /&gt;isn't that what the city council is doing?&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to be proclaiming, Mayor Wake Up!&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about a flood recovery plan of 1.5 billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't that be incentive to wake her majesty?&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Cedar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rapidian&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;you would sure find me at every council meeting,&lt;br /&gt;Probably yelling at the Mayor,&lt;br /&gt;Wake up it is morning Madam Mayor,&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Madam Mayor, it is afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;Or Hey, you old bag, Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  I will gladly help support any Cedar Rapids resident&lt;br /&gt;to the best of my ability to help take in your cause,&lt;br /&gt;of finding some resolution from your council.&lt;br /&gt;Angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1210743117336776775?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1210743117336776775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1210743117336776775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1210743117336776775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1210743117336776775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/cr-mayor-sleeping-on-job.html' title='CR Mayor: Sleeping on the Job'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1930930082875252074</id><published>2008-09-22T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:33:14.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Brownie the Good Dog</title><content type='html'>Smoke the Cat&lt;br /&gt;     Looks like Brownie, the dog is the starting member of the dog team at the Loon farm.  She has learned the art of staying at home.  She seems to understand her mom and dad, finally.  Biscuit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krunchy&lt;/span&gt; remain in the dog house.  And on the kitty report, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; has returned no thanks to Mom.  Poor tabby.  He just wants to hang around with the family.  However, he doesn't seem to get along with the other cats.  Probably a bit on the snobby side I would side, Meow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1930930082875252074?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1930930082875252074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1930930082875252074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1930930082875252074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1930930082875252074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/brownie-good-dog.html' title='Brownie the Good Dog'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-541886445447868954</id><published>2008-09-16T07:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:43:16.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Walking the Dog</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great day to walk your dog.  It should have been National Walk Your Dog day.  Why humans, you may ask?  Because yesterday was overcast,  cool and a Monday.  What better day than Monday to get off your bee-hind quarters and move those hams.  SERIOUSLY.  And can you imagine NOT exercising at least once a day.  Imagine the shape dogs would be in if we didn't get out there and walk.  Can you imagine that?  Hey, Dad are you reading this?  Sinking in?  Time to get in shape for the great dog race.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       Your loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doggie&lt;/span&gt; Daughter,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        Brownie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-541886445447868954?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/541886445447868954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=541886445447868954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/541886445447868954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/541886445447868954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/walking-dog.html' title='Walking the Dog'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1583244931001928281</id><published>2008-09-14T15:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:42:27.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Royal Viewing</title><content type='html'>This weekend we watched two movies about royalty:&lt;br /&gt;Marie Antoinette (2006) was a modern look at the queen and her struggles to fulfill her duties to her family and her country. Written and directed by Sofia Coppola, it had a modern feel, used contemporary (primarily '80s) music, and modern English. Kirsten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dunst&lt;/span&gt; was an interesting choice as the star, who she played as rather clueless and manipulated. Harmless entertainment, but not exactly a historical, period piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angie says this:  The music at first look was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;distracting&lt;/span&gt;, I could hardly contain myself.  I thought I was sent back to the 1980's and was expecting Madonna dancing around with her off the shoulder shirt.  But the movie developed somewhat.  It was just a strange juxtaposition.  If my last name was Coppola, do you think I would be able to getting funding for making a movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great actress Dame Helen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mirren&lt;/span&gt; starred as The Queen (2006), an impressive look at Queen Elizabeth II, during the aftermath of the death of Diana. With the always enjoyable James Cromwell as Prince Phillip, and Michael Sheen as a convincing Tony Blair, this film portrayed the precarious position of the crown with regard to Diana's death. While it was an intriguing look at the inner workings, I have to wonder at the accuracy. It was billed, after all, as "Based on actual events." I would watch it again to enjoy the performances, as well as the scenery, presumably shot in Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Angie says this:  Loon, I thought we read credits that had listed shot on location in Scotland?  Now I am confused.  Great stag!  Loon could barely sit there and watch without making all sorts of grunting noises.  I was totally expecting some guy to start whispering, ...."oh, look at the size of that rack.  We're about 100 yards away, the breeze is from the north,  so the old stag can't smell us.  Great time to get a shot off....BOOM!!!"  This film showed a compassionate, human side of the royals.  And it clearly defined the Queen's behavior to her bizarre reaction of NOT publicly reaction to Diana's death.  Indeed, time for us to rid of the royal birthline and reward people who become servant's of the people by their "deeds."  Long live volunteerism!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1583244931001928281?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1583244931001928281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1583244931001928281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1583244931001928281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1583244931001928281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/royal-viewing.html' title='Royal Viewing'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-710737592375088026</id><published>2008-09-12T09:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:39:42.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>WANTED: CHICKEN KILLER!</title><content type='html'>DEAD OR ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Predator... who killed our chickens.&lt;br /&gt;Armed and Dangerous!  Vicious Killer on the Loose!&lt;br /&gt;Shoot on Site! Call Johnny Law NOW!&lt;br /&gt;This message brought to you by the F.B.I. (Farm Buddy Impact)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-710737592375088026?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/710737592375088026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=710737592375088026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/710737592375088026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/710737592375088026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanted-chicken-killer.html' title='WANTED: CHICKEN KILLER!'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-7167814373900911576</id><published>2008-09-11T09:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:10:09.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>On the Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have escaped. Freedom! Oh, the sweet smell of independence. Of course, I don't know what the crap I will live. I can't catch anything, my food is put before me twice a day. And drinking? I drink from the cup of my paw. From a big bowl. Where will I find water? But I am free. Now I will have to fight those other dozen male cats I hear every night. The ladies! I'll finally get to chase them. Unless those darn Toms chase me off. Never thought about that. And Little Meredith my muse is indoors. Hanging out with old lady and Lil. Maybe I should try to figure out a way to break in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPTURED!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRIMINAL FELINE CAPTURED AND PUT BEHIND BARS. WITH THE HELP OF THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOONEY&lt;/span&gt; CANINE SQUAD OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CAP'N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KRUNCHY&lt;/span&gt; AND DETECTIVE BROWNIE SMOKE THE CAT IS BACK HOME IN THE SAFETY OF HIS MOM AND DAD AND BROTHER AND SISTER AND FELINE FOLKS. THE ENDURING ONE HOUR MUGGY AFTERNOON HUNT TURNED UGLY AT ONE POINT. TEETH GNASHING AND GROWLING, BLOOD WAS SOON GOING TO GUSH. KUDOS ALSO GOES OUT TO MEREDITH THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ENTICER&lt;/span&gt;. THANKS TO HER HARD EFFORTS, SMOKE WAS FLUSHED OUT OF THE UNDER BRUSH THAT WE CALL A FLOWER BED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-7167814373900911576?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7167814373900911576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=7167814373900911576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7167814373900911576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7167814373900911576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-lamb.html' title='On the Lamb'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3698752092860154619</id><published>2008-09-10T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:57:22.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iditarod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>TOUGHEST RACE ON EARTH: IDITAROD</title><content type='html'>Discovery Channel has announced the premiere of TOUGHEST RACE ON EARTH: IDITAROD, on Tuesday, October 7 at 10 PM ET/PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Thom Beers, creator of Deadliest Catch and Ice Road Truckers, the six one-hour episodes will follow mushers and their dog teams as they take on the elements, the cold and the trail conditions – as they race each other over one thousand miles across Alaska in The Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jtq29KqkLxM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jtq29KqkLxM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3698752092860154619?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3698752092860154619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3698752092860154619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3698752092860154619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3698752092860154619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/toughest-race-on-earth-iditarod.html' title='TOUGHEST RACE ON EARTH: IDITAROD'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3935284483335256155</id><published>2008-09-10T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:02:35.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Great Day to Run Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Brownie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; T&lt;/em&gt;here's a chill in the air, the skies are partly cloudy and it's a good day to hitch up the team and start training.  Why hasn't our dad got us a  hitch yet?  Or whatever that thing is called that Mom can hook us up to and we can FINALLY run.  I just want to run.  Poor Mom!  She could hardly keep up with us today.  She looks like a little old lady trying to hang on to a speeding train.  Sunday I caught a "wabbit" I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sayzz&lt;/span&gt;.  (Dad- trying to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DOGGIE&lt;/span&gt; talk here but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wookeen&lt;/span&gt;.)  Mom made me let the wabbit go.  Boohoo.  Biscuit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Krunchy&lt;/span&gt; loved to smell it and tried to take a bite out of its poor little leg.  Mom said, "Drop it!" and being the good girl I am I obeyed.  And I never ran off.  Score one for me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;...Dad.  Let's get with the program here.  If you are really going to consider yourself a DOG MAN, then get the stuff for Mom so she can do all the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your favorite teenage wasteland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;, Love Brownie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3935284483335256155?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3935284483335256155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3935284483335256155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3935284483335256155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3935284483335256155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-day-to-run-dogs.html' title='Great Day to Run Dogs'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4161272183435269892</id><published>2008-09-08T20:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:06:32.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie: Bread &amp; Tulips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pane e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tulipani&lt;/span&gt; (2000), an Italian film, was a very interesting and entertaining movie. In a journey of self-discovery, an unappreciated housewife start a new life in Venice - by herself. Through her new friends and newly-discovered sense of self, she comes to realize that her life really was unfulfilled. The romance was barely noticed and quite surprising - to her and the viewer. Romantic and funny, without being overly sweet or crazy, this movie was a pleasant surprise. Apparently, I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Italian films!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie Says This:  I loved it.  The textures of this Italian movie made me want to pack my bags and leave for Venice on the next train out.  Seriously.  Turns out I too, love Italian films.  Not that I have seen more than half a dozen that I can remember.  Lighthearted but thought-provoking.  The only thing about watching a subtitled movie is this, if you turn your head for one second, you could miss something.  So I suggest watching when you have fresh eyes and maybe aren't quite ready to run a marathon.  It goes well with the morning's coffee.  Ah cafe!  Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4161272183435269892?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4161272183435269892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4161272183435269892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4161272183435269892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4161272183435269892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-bread-tulips.html' title='Movie: Bread &amp; Tulips'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-2744429054679101443</id><published>2008-09-08T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:44:08.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voyager'/><title type='text'>Angie's Favorite Band that she has never seen LIVE but heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/SMVkHw_DgNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h3K247y4jPk/s1600-h/Voyager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/SMVkHw_DgNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h3K247y4jPk/s400/Voyager.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243707425714045138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voyager circa 1979&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2744429054679101443?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2744429054679101443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2744429054679101443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2744429054679101443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2744429054679101443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/angies-favorite-band-that-she-has-never.html' title='Angie&apos;s Favorite Band that she has never seen LIVE but heard'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/SMVkHw_DgNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h3K247y4jPk/s72-c/Voyager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4204535338125760885</id><published>2008-09-08T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:55:10.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>From Mother</title><content type='html'>Distracted, the Mother said to her boy,"Do you try to upset and perplex and annoy?Now give me four reasons -- and don't play the fool --Why you shouldn't get up and get ready for school."Her son replied slowly, "Well, Mother, you seeI can't stand the teachers and they detest me.And there isn't a boy or a girl in the placeThat I like or, in turn, that delights in my face.""And I'll give you two reasons," she said, "why you ought to Get yourself off to school before you get caught;Because, first, you are forty, and, next, you young fool,It's your job to be there,You're the head of the school."                             Gregory Harrison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4204535338125760885?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4204535338125760885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4204535338125760885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4204535338125760885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4204535338125760885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-mother.html' title='From Mother'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3200294405546523800</id><published>2008-09-08T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:33:20.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>The meaning of color and your Birthday</title><content type='html'>Here's an email I received from the BABY SISTER.  Have some fun and share your answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't cheat, If   you are honest, this tells the truth. It's pretty good. Write your answers on a piece of paper,&lt;br /&gt;and NO cheating!! The answers are at the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which is your favorite color out of: red , black , blue , green , or yellow ? &lt;br /&gt;2.. Your first initial?   &lt;br /&gt;3. Your month of birth?   &lt;br /&gt;4. Which color do you like more, black or white?   &lt;br /&gt;5. Name of a person of the same sex as yours.   &lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite number?  &lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like Flying or Driving more?   &lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like a lake or the ocean more?   &lt;br /&gt;9. Write down a wish (a realistic one)..     When you're done, scroll down. (Don't cheat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Answers 1. If you choose: Red - You are alert and your life is full of love. Black - You are conservative and aggressive. Green - Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back. Blue- You are spontaneous and love kisses and affect ion from the ones you love. Yellow - You are a very happy person and give good advice to those who are down. 2. If your initial is: A-K You have a lot of love and friendships in your life. L-R You try to enjoy your life to the maximum &amp;amp; your love life is soon to blossom. S-Z You like to help others and your future love life looks very good. 3. If you were born in: Jan-Mar: The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you fall in love with someone totally unexpected. April-June: You will have a strong love relationship that will not last long but the memories will last forever. July-Sep: You will have a great year and will experience a m ajor life-changing experience for the good. Oct-Dec: Your love life will not be great, but eventually you will find your soul mate. 4. If you chose: Black: Your life will take on a different direction, it will seem hard at the time but will be the best thing for you, and you will be glad for the change. White: You will have a friend who completely confides in you and would do anything for you, but you may not realize it. 5. This person is your best friend. 6. This is how many close friends you have in your lifetime. 7. If you chose: Flying: You like adventure. Driving: You are a laid back person. 8.. If you chose: Lake: You are loyal to your friends and your lover and are very reserved. Ocean: You are spontaneous and like to please people. 9. This wish will come true only if you send this to five people in one hour.. Send it to ten people, and it will come true before your next birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3200294405546523800?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3200294405546523800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3200294405546523800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3200294405546523800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3200294405546523800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/meaning-of-color-and-your-birthday.html' title='The meaning of color and your Birthday'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-5957191286405001885</id><published>2008-09-08T08:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:09:34.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music You've Been Listening to Lately</title><content type='html'>Who have you been listening to readers? Which artist is in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;? Or if you are like me in an old fashioned CD player in the car. Can't believe after a mere 20 years, the CD player is a thing of the past. Doesn't it make you long for the days of 8-track's? I hear there is a vinyl comeback. Loon, quick! Get that turntable out so we can spin a few discs. We've ton of THAT music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.....so here is my list.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Escoveda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Mountain-Mixed&lt;br /&gt;the100s-Not yet released CD&lt;br /&gt;Robert Randolph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Viewer's Response.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seether.  We went to a Seether concert at the Dubuque fairgrounds. With new friend Beth. And her buddy Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard 8 bands at the Conesville rally last weekend. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing my acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to ABBA lately, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-5957191286405001885?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5957191286405001885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=5957191286405001885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5957191286405001885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5957191286405001885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/music-youve-been-listening-to-lately.html' title='Music You&apos;ve Been Listening to Lately'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-2948611667668106366</id><published>2008-09-05T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:17:32.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>A Dog Tale: Teenage Wasteland</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Brownie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can say that I am bi-racial.  My dad was a full blooded Yellow Lab.  My mom was part Chow-chow, part Golden Retriever, and yet another part mixed-Lab.  I am pretty.  My tail curves like a Chow-chow.  With piercing black eyes, I just want to be petted.  And to run off like a teenager.  Run away and see the world.  Chase the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rabbits&lt;/span&gt; into their burrow.  Run the squirrels up the tree.  Make those cats screech to a halt.  And scare off the white tail deer.  Runaway is what I love to do.  But Mom doesn't like it when I run off.  So I only do it when she is not paying attention.  Dad gets VERY MAD when I run off on Mom.  But he just doesn't understand I have social engagements to make.  I have neighbors who need to sniff me.  I think they just don't understand me and my needs.  I always come home, just not when they want me to.  I come back on my own time.  Did I mention I am pretty?  I have the putrid smell of defecation splashed all over my matted fur.  I wag my tail at the slightest attention.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; I have a lovely low bark.  I don't like to have my fur brushed.  Except maybe my neck.  That feels good.  Too bad my parents just don't understand my teenage-like mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2948611667668106366?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2948611667668106366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2948611667668106366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2948611667668106366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2948611667668106366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/dog-tale-teenage-wasteland.html' title='A Dog Tale: Teenage Wasteland'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4734497421728587495</id><published>2008-09-04T14:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:42:10.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>My Name is Lily:  Life on the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Lily the Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today it is raining.  I am a cat and I am stuck inside the warm farm house.  We live in the country.  There are more cats outside.  There are three wolfish-like dogs living out in the barn.  Chickens run free on the ground out here.  Sometimes, an owl or sly fox eat the chickens.  I see this through the windows.  But all I ever tell my Mom is "Meow."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I licked my Mom's fingers.  It tasted of spicy chicken.  I did not see Mom go outside and kill the chickens.  She must have gotten them from that great food place that I only see what she brings home.  I love to sneak in places I don't belong.  Today I decided to hide in the top shelf of the cupboard in the kitchen.  This is where Mom hides all the grocery bags, cleaner's and odds and ends.  Stuff that she doesn't like to see but uses everyday.  When Mom got home from that great grocery store, she jumped when she opened up the door to the cupboard.  There I was sitting on top of the used grocery bags.  How did I get up there?  Maybe you should stay at home and watch me.  I do more than just take cat naps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4734497421728587495?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4734497421728587495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4734497421728587495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4734497421728587495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4734497421728587495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-name-is-lily-life-on-farm.html' title='My Name is Lily:  Life on the Farm'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1932159379318312233</id><published>2008-09-04T06:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:19:14.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend Movies</title><content type='html'>We started Sunday morning with 2 French, subtitled movies, written and directed by François Truffaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules et Jim (1962) is a dizzying display of love and devotion.  The title characters, two men, have a loving friendship that no woman can come between.  Even Catherine, the "love anyone, anywhere, anytime" woman who blows into their lives.  While the men value their friendship more than their love of Catherine, they do take turns being with her.  And she uses poor Jules as a doormat, constantly cheating on him.  All-in-all, I'm just not sure what they see in her.  Ditch the skank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Dernier Metro (1980) stars Catherine Deneuve as the wife of a Jewish theartre director, during the German occupation of France.  She runs the theatre and stars in the production, while her husband lives in the basement and gives notes.  Gérard Depardieu is her co-star and also part of the resistance. While the acting is first-rate, the story just watches the action, without really involving us.  Not really a message, more of a documentary, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched The Cars That Ate Paris (1974) from Australian Peter Weir.  A weird and quirky film about teenagers in a small Australian town who use the tricked-out, Mad Max-styled cars to wreck hapless passer-bys.  The entire town profits from scavenging the wrecks, even while the townspeople protest the "shiftless" teens.  But, nothing is done to attempt to stop them, until the mayor "adopts" one of the innocent victims.  Sound confusing?  It was!  However, it was dark and twisted, with the great "ball" scene at the end.  This movie allowed Weir to direct his next film, Picnic at Hanging Rock.  At least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; one had an ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then changed gears (double-pun!) and watched Transamerica (2005), starring the fantastic Felicity Huffman as a transgender woman ready to have surgery to complete the process.  In a complicated, movie-only reason, she drives her unsuspecting and unknown son across the country.  They of course get to know and respect each other, even though she never tells him she's his father.  Some of the scenes are funny, and the concern seems genuine.  The most moving scenes, perhaps, are when the grandparents, who are overly-critical of their "son" and his transformation, completely dote on their brand-new grandson.  Classic!  In the end, life isn't perfect but the two seem to come to grips with their relationship.  More or less a Hollywood ending, but the great acting holds up throughout this interesting drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping with the theme, we finished the day watching Boys Don't Cry (1999), with the Oscar-winning performance by Hilary Swank.  Based on a true story, 20-year-old Teena Brandon masquerades as a boy, Brandon Teena.  Dating girls and being one of the guys, drinking, partying and getting in trouble, she/he's heading for trouble.  And trouble finds her in the form of the male friends she makes, as she gets serious with Lana, Chloë Sevigny in another star-turn performance.  The man discover the truth about "Brandon" and the movie ends in a savage way.  Sadly true, a very emotional story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night we watched You Kill Me (2007), a dark comedy starring Ben Kingsley as an alcoholic hitman.  Sent to San Fransisco to dry out, he is "guided" by Bill Pullman (doing a great job, actually "acting" in a surprising role where he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the ex-husband or nice-guy, but a rather dark and dangerous and unattractive loser) and helped by his AA sponsor Luke Wilson, in an unnecessary role, under-utilized and merely cast to add a younger "star", IMHO.  Ben meets Tea Leoni (an executive producer and unsuspecting wife of sex-addict Fox Mulder) and guess what - they fall in love!  Thanks to his new love, he cleans up his act and gets back to what he does best - killing people.  While the great acting of Ben Kingsley (add him to the list of must-see actors) and Bill Pullman are fun to watch, the movie ends up with a fairly traditional (including the obligatory "twist") ending.  A fun diversion, just don't hope for a deep message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the holiday viewing, down on the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1932159379318312233?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1932159379318312233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1932159379318312233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1932159379318312233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1932159379318312233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend-movies.html' title='Labor Day Weekend Movies'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4244355171335225762</id><published>2008-08-30T12:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:48:15.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><title type='text'>Should've Gone Canoeing!</title><content type='html'>Three years ago this weekend, the Wife said, "Let's go canoeing!"  Foolishly, I said, "Nah, it's a holiday weekend, there'll be too many people on the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we bought paint and painted the house and garage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is: Always go canoeing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4244355171335225762?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4244355171335225762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4244355171335225762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4244355171335225762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4244355171335225762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/shouldve-gone-canoeing.html' title='Should&apos;ve Gone Canoeing!'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1758029072248509244</id><published>2008-08-28T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:45:45.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>What Would I Have Changed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Cold Chewy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever been asked that question?  What would you have changed?  Maybe you were in a job interview.  How are you suppose to answer that?  Do you want the truth, future employer?  What is the right answer.  Honestly, I ask?  What exactly are you looking for?  Do you want a crystal ball reader?  The last time I was asked this, I said in a nutshell, I really wish I wouldn't have put my foot in my mouth.  Now, too honest?  What gives?  Provide me with some insight readers.  Yes, you know I am looking for something, because I have yet another story to pass along.  You are going to have to wait for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1758029072248509244?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1758029072248509244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1758029072248509244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1758029072248509244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1758029072248509244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-would-i-have-changed.html' title='What Would I Have Changed?'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1405868257104565886</id><published>2008-08-27T20:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:05:01.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Oh to be a Lawyer!</title><content type='html'>What a glorious job - Attorney at Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$100 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;What was it I was going to do for you again?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's right.  I'll get right on it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I was really busy.&lt;br /&gt;What were we talking about?&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you called me.&lt;br /&gt;I have it here somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry - I'll take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, its been crazy around here.&lt;br /&gt;Now what was it again?&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you the bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1405868257104565886?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1405868257104565886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1405868257104565886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1405868257104565886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1405868257104565886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-to-be-lawyer.html' title='Oh to be a Lawyer!'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4605753638603114119</id><published>2008-08-27T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:20:37.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>I Wish I Were a Mute</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have days when you think that?  I mean to speak well.  I mean to sound intelligent and smart.  But some days things just don't roll off the tongue like I intended.  Either be a mute or hire a vocal editor?  Oh, yeah, that's it.  Have someone to take my words and rewrite all while I am in the interviewing process?  Great idea.  Any one out there know how we can patent this idea.  I think it is a million dollar maker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4605753638603114119?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4605753638603114119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4605753638603114119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4605753638603114119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4605753638603114119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish-i-were-mute.html' title='I Wish I Were a Mute'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-7613842360353428740</id><published>2008-08-27T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:27:14.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>THE COPING DIET</title><content type='html'>Only girlfriends can understand this one.  This is a specially formulated diet designed to help women cope with the stress that builds during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;1 grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;1 slice whole wheat toast&lt;br /&gt;1 cup skim milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1 small portion lean, steamed chicken&lt;br /&gt;1 cup spinach&lt;br /&gt;1 cup herbal tea&lt;br /&gt;1 Hersheyʼs kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon Snack&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the Hersheyʼs kisses in the bag&lt;br /&gt;1 tub of Hagen-Daaz ice cream with chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;4 glasses of wine (red or white)&lt;br /&gt;2 loaves garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;1 family size supreme pizza&lt;br /&gt;3 Snickers Bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Night Snack&lt;br /&gt;1 whole Sarah Lee cheesecake (eaten directly from the freezer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Stressed spelled backward is desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Send this to 4 women and you will lose 2 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;((You see....by posting this I don't have to send it and I'll still lose 2 pounds.  Probably 2 million because that is how many readers we have reading our blog.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-7613842360353428740?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7613842360353428740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=7613842360353428740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7613842360353428740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7613842360353428740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/coping-diet.html' title='THE COPING DIET'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-8389263336149915980</id><published>2008-08-27T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:50:31.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Concentrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.' When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better. Concentrate on this sentence... 'The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.' Something good will happen to you today; something that you have been waiting to hear.  This is not a joke; someone will call you by phone or will speak to you about something that you were waiting to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how many of you get these on a daily basis and they sound REALLY great until you get the bottom and it says if you don't email 5 people in the next 5 minutes you'll get 5 years of bad luck, or something along those lines?  So, I just posted this on our blog, you can read it and concentrate and think about it and realize that the spirit that makes us is pretty cool.   Now, if I get to work and find out that I'm f**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ked&lt;/span&gt; out of a job, that might suck at first, but somebody else will think it is good.  (Probably not the family banker man!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-8389263336149915980?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8389263336149915980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=8389263336149915980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/8389263336149915980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/8389263336149915980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/concentrate.html' title='Concentrate'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-3345194979183420061</id><published>2008-08-26T12:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:38:06.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Looney Farm Inventory</title><content type='html'>And just what do we keep on the &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Looney Farm&lt;/span&gt;, you might &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; be asking yourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 chickens (and declining!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including the bad-ass rooster Wino, and his butt-boy sidekick Blackie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 outdoor cats &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(The actual Matriarch of the family was Nellie.  Father was Big Balls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grey Mama(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her Mom was "Talkie" and Talkie's Mom was Marshmellow and her mom was Nellie) -&lt;/span&gt; matriarch and nice, albeit somewhat feral, main-mama&lt;br /&gt;Black Mama &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Her Mom was Sylvia and her mom was Nellie)&lt;/span&gt;- and not a very good one at that - so no more motherhood for her!&lt;br /&gt;M.J. (Murphy Junior) - a super nice gray-brown tabby Tom that we love so much we got him "fixed" so he wouldn't run off. He still picks fights with the other males, however. He looks a lot like Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;Tippy - white with brown markings, tips of her ears and tail are white. Deep blue eyes. Twin sister to one of my all-time favorites, Squeak (named for the way she would yell at me as a newborn as I walked by the box the kittens were in). Poor Squeak lost an eye and nearly lost a leg and eventually used up all 9 lives. Squeak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; loved me and I still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Patch - White with patches (get it?) of gray and brown. Nice cat who lives in the woods, but comes in to eat and go on walks.&lt;br /&gt;Bootie Barker - beautiful silver male with white booties, named after a NASCAR crew chief.&lt;br /&gt;Precious - a fluffy orange MALE, very cranky (possibly due to his name?)&lt;br /&gt;Henry - named after Henry Rawlings, as they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; yell a lot, he is a sweetheart orange tabby who was under-sized at birth and we weren't sure he was going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Diego - another orange male tabby (ankle-biter!) Diego's brother Baby ran off, (another name issue?) we think he's the top Tom prowling the neighborhood. Dad was a wandering, dark orange tom with dark yellow eyes named Norman New Cat.&lt;br /&gt;Blondie - little orange tabby female (and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; special friend!)&lt;br /&gt;Simba - Blondie's twin sister who is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; feral!&lt;br /&gt;Myron - smallish gray-brown tabby with beautiful blue eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Sausage &amp;amp; Cheese - pretty, fluffy calico, aptly named by Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;Tigger - nice orange tabby, very friendly kitten&lt;br /&gt;Frosty - (or Frosted Alps, Frosted Flakes, etc.) Tig's twin sister, extremely feral!&lt;br /&gt;China - another wild kitten, cool black and gray mottled color, named after Asia, similar in color, who had the map of Asia on her forehead! (R.I.P., Asia)&lt;br /&gt;Socks - kitten similar to Bootie, very cute, we are desperately trying to tame him!&lt;br /&gt;Meredith - had a sibling, Grey (Meredith Grey, TV fans) who didn't survive living in the barn. Meredith is the sweetest little calico you could ever meet. (See below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krunchy - big, black, loving Alpha dog (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;His Mom was Annie and died 4 weeks after giving birth.  I had to bottle feed him and his other 3 littermates.  He came to work with me.  Cutie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brownie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;- she's so pretty and, ahem, blond! (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She was named after the other Brownie who was Krunchy's littermate, who was runover on my birthday.  Devestating to everyone.  And she was "Pinky's" special dog.  So the next week, I gave in to those tears of loss.  We tried Sunshine, Goldie but only Brownie would do.  How could I say NO to that face?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biscuit - spastic, hyper and intelligent little hyper dog. Oh, did I mention he's hyper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 indoor cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Anna, Josephina, Elizabeth)&lt;/span&gt; Brown, Investigative Kitty - my 15-year-old cat, I've known her longer than just about anybody, we've been through a lot together, she's my "divorce kitty", she saved my life when I was down and out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Since his 3rd marriage, she's mellowed and is a super nice kitty.  She fit in way before the Loon did.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily - Pinky Brewster's beautiful cat, loving and sweet and incredibly clumsy! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(She has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;been to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ool.  She's a celebrity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Smoke - The Babe Wife's "special friend", the most beautiful silver coat you've ever seen. Named after Babe's fav driver, Tony Stewart (See? I'm secure!) he is her "dog-cat" in that he acts and lays on the floor like a dog, he's the little dog she never had! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Smoke does  tricks for his treats.  He can jump pretty high.  And he loves to lick Meredith's butt.  So I call him the official butt-licker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-3345194979183420061?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3345194979183420061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=3345194979183420061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3345194979183420061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/3345194979183420061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/looney-farm-inventory.html' title='Looney Farm Inventory'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4533630742747072364</id><published>2008-08-26T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:26:47.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>What Do I Wear?</title><content type='html'>by Apple Pantie&lt;br /&gt;    What should I wear ladies, to an interview?  I don't own a full blown suit.  Any suggestions?  And if I wear open toed sandals, should my nails be painted?  Are hose required, or is skin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;    Help me out ladies.  Not taking comments from over-sexed men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4533630742747072364?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4533630742747072364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4533630742747072364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4533630742747072364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4533630742747072364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-i-wear.html' title='What Do I Wear?'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1681791721398315057</id><published>2008-08-26T08:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:19:55.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleddog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>I Want to be a Musher</title><content type='html'>By Apple Pantie&lt;br /&gt;     For years I have had a dream.  One that keeps me up late at night.  It wakens me from a dead sleep.  The thought of running a team of dogs along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt; in Alaska makes my heart race.  The idea of having not just 3 dogs, but 300 dogs makes me giddy like a school girl.  And scooping the poop.  Oh, the smell of the decaying feces in the heat of an Iowa summer, just makes me wanna snap a photo as a keepsake.  And exercising my team of dogs.  Yes, exercising my dogs.  I can't wait to get up every morning at 5 to take the team out.  And again in the evening.  Depending upon the time of year, sometimes late into summer's night.  In the winter running early while it is snowing and blowing.  The more bitter the wind, the better. &lt;br /&gt;   Yes, dear readers, this has been a dream.  The reality?  I don't have enough money to feed 300 dogs.  I don't have enough money to add a cat to the house.  And exercise?  I barely have enough time every morning to walk the 3 dogs I have.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; today, they got all excited over a coon up the road.  I could hardly contain them.  They almost dragged me down the gravel road.  Wouldn't that have been a sight?  Some middle-aged woman being dragged by a pack of wild dogs.  I wonder if I could have called in sick?  And last but not least, where would we put 300 dogs?  We have almost 5 acres of land.  Every inch is taken.  We have an east woods.  We have an open field.  We have a veggie garden, herb garden, west woods, north woods and the open range of the front yard.  Doesn't seem to me that we have enough room for any more dogs.  Instead, I think I'll get back to my dream of being in a punk band.  I already have a name for my band.....keep on blogging folks.  I can't tell you everything in one blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1681791721398315057?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1681791721398315057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1681791721398315057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1681791721398315057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1681791721398315057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-be-musher.html' title='I Want to be a Musher'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4382953461161487666</id><published>2008-08-26T05:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:18:07.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Hey, fart-joke fans</title><content type='html'>And all fans of testosterone-driven humor:&lt;br /&gt;Check out my new side-project, the &lt;a href="http://landoloon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Land O'Loon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sharing things from around the 'net that might not fit in between gardening tips, child-rearing questions and rips on me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll still be here with those oh-so-popular, comment-driving posts that have made Looney Talk the hottest site on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all your fart jokes, stupid signs, inappropriate humor and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MONTY PYTHON - LOTS AND LOTS OF MONTY PYTHON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs, head over to the &lt;a href="http://landoloon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Land O'Loon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4382953461161487666?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4382953461161487666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4382953461161487666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4382953461161487666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4382953461161487666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-fart-joke-fans.html' title='Hey, fart-joke fans'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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-5818227367215707545.post-4929359638295151638</id><published>2008-08-26T05:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:17:34.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><title type='text'>Not trying to be catty here, but</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW MANY CATS DO WE NEED IN THE HOUSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There appears to be a campaign under way by The Babe Wife, Pinky Brewster and even Iron Man, to add to our in-house cat population.  We already have three (3) indoor cats:&lt;br /&gt;Murphy Brown, my 15-year-old, cranky, hairball-puking, old-lady cat;&lt;br /&gt;Lily, beautiful, nice and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clumsiest&lt;/span&gt; cat you'll meet;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke, Ang's precious dog-cat, with a beautiful silver coat, crazy, dog-like poses, attacking the other cats and generally being a pain in the arse (he's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cat&lt;/span&gt;, after all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/SLQNbuGfcmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_zEZB6zPmJU/s1600-h/mer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/SLQNbuGfcmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_zEZB6zPmJU/s400/mer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238827036421616226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object of our affections is Meredith, a gorgeous, sweetheart, tiny little calico.  So I ask you, dear readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;How many indoor cats are enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4929359638295151638?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4929359638295151638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4929359638295151638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4929359638295151638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4929359638295151638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-trying-to-be-catty-here-but.html' title='Not trying to be catty here, but'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce9-uVUKpRc/SLQNbuGfcmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_zEZB6zPmJU/s72-c/mer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1966158860831159209</id><published>2008-08-25T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:04:00.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Straight Hair or Kinky</title><content type='html'>Getting ready for an interview two weeks ago, I heard a great report about straight hair vs curly hair.  Who do guys like?  Who do kids like?  Who do potential bosses like?  Now I ask you, millions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LooneyTalk&lt;/span&gt; blog readers. &lt;br /&gt;Girls, would you date straight hair guy over curly-headed dude?&lt;br /&gt;Guys, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Kids, who is better looking curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;or straight?&lt;br /&gt;Boss, who would you hire?&lt;br /&gt;Straight?&lt;br /&gt;Curly?&lt;br /&gt;Comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1966158860831159209?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1966158860831159209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1966158860831159209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1966158860831159209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1966158860831159209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/straight-hair-or-kinky.html' title='Straight Hair or Kinky'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1474705626850851011</id><published>2008-08-25T11:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:59:03.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Bigger is Better? Future Predictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's an article Loon found and I thought we should put it in our blog.  Small schools are what makes up this great state of Iowa.  But if we don't do something, those charming schools will be shut down forever and we'll be busing our kids into Waterloo, Cedar Rapids, and Iowa City.  Kids will be sleeping in dorms as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transportation&lt;/span&gt; will become unbearable for parents.  If your student is an athletic or musician they'll be housed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appropriately&lt;/span&gt;.  Read this article and let us know what YOU THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Officials predict more district consolidation&lt;br /&gt; Associated Press   State and school leaders say there is a new wave of school district consolidation that could alter the landscape of education in Iowa.  The consolidation is happening in school districts that are facing budget crunches because of shrinking enrollment, skyrocketing expenses and troubles cutting back. And the cash-strapped schools &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; getting the same type of help they used to from the state.  &amp;shy;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Theyre&lt;/span&gt; in a real balancing act,said Judy Jeffrey, director of the Iowa Department of Education.&amp;shy;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; going to be another wave of consolidation. Just how many Iowa school districts will consolidate depends on whether some can dig themselves out of a financial hole.  State officials say enrollment has dropped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;twothirds&lt;/span&gt; of Iowas 362 school districts. Those districts lose more than $5,000 in state aid for each student who leaves.  District leaders were warned last spring that 60 school districts were on track to operate in the red in 2008 and 2009.  &amp;shy;I see right now more districts in potential financial difficulty than Ive seen in the almost nine years Ive been doing this,said Larry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sigel&lt;/span&gt;, school finance director for the Iowa Association of School Boards. He helps train school leaders on how to manage their budgets.  Experts say Iowas tradition of local control had enabled even the smallest school district to survive, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; changing.  In 2004, lawmakers started to phase out a state budget guarantee that bailed out schools struggling with declining enrollment. And last year, the Legislature gave the Iowa Board of Education power to shut down school districts that run in the red for two years in a row.  The new practice has been put to use. Last spring, the boards members shut down the Russell school district, where leaders blamed financial troubles on declining enrollment and mismanagement.  Jeffrey said that sent a message to other districts.  Some schools had made major efforts to avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Russells&lt;/span&gt; fate. For example, residents in the West Bend-Mallard district in northwest Iowa raised $850,000 to save their school district.  But voters in some districts have opted not to keep their school districts open. Voters in Taylor County decided not to bail New Market out of its financial hole.  In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Millersburg&lt;/span&gt;, the towns only school will be empty this time next year if voters agree to merge the Deep River-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Millersburg&lt;/span&gt; and English Valleys school districts, which have about 600 students between them.  &amp;shy;I think people have accepted the inevitable,said Twila Gerard, 67, a town historian who was part of Deep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;RiverMillersburgs&lt;/span&gt; first graduating class in 1958.  &amp;shy;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; not enough children&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1474705626850851011?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1474705626850851011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1474705626850851011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1474705626850851011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1474705626850851011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/bigger-is-better-future-predictions.html' title='Bigger is Better? Future Predictions'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-1993995878275001398</id><published>2008-08-25T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:38:26.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Political Window View</title><content type='html'>By Angie&lt;br /&gt;Now that the Olympics are over what are we going to be talking about and watching every night? Looks like the democratic convention this week.&lt;br /&gt;I know politics and families don't mix. So conservative family members, be forewarned!&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a couple of things I would like to point out.&lt;br /&gt;1. I have one house and one house only. It's not a big house, but it's home.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hanky Panky.  It's great until you get caught.  It feels good so you do it.  No one WANTS to get caught, but sometimes it just happens. Kinda like taking a dump when you are at someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; house.  You don't want to but it just needs to be released.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Politicians&lt;/span&gt; are PAID to talk about how great they are. The rest of us have to figure out ways to make ourselves sound not so self-serving when having a conversation with our friends/families/co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;4. The last haircut I had, I paid $25 and that was with an eight dollar tip. What did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; and McCain pay?&lt;br /&gt;5. Does knowing the names of foreign countries make a person experienced to run the country as the president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to watch, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DNC&lt;/span&gt; this week. I know I will because of my job. And when I get home, we'll be catching up on all the shows we missed because of the Olympics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-1993995878275001398?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1993995878275001398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=1993995878275001398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1993995878275001398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/1993995878275001398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/political-window-view.html' title='Political Window View'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-2375930067804858077</id><published>2008-08-23T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:51:24.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleddog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>How Many Arms Does Your Dog Have?</title><content type='html'>By Angie&lt;br /&gt;    Readers, can you believe I overheard this?  I never met a dog who has arms, but I found out last night that my Biscuit has two arms.  And he had a stick through one of his arms.  Can you believe that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2375930067804858077?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2375930067804858077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2375930067804858077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2375930067804858077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2375930067804858077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-many-arms-does-your-dog-have.html' title='How Many Arms Does Your Dog Have?'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-2436692244249065918</id><published>2008-08-22T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:01:39.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>Recommend A Book</title><content type='html'>Hey All...... Iron Man needs to read a "chapter" book as he calls it.  Something that a male middle-schooler may read.  A book that is easy to get into to and maintain the reader.  Not too long.  Any recommendations would be considered and appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-2436692244249065918?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2436692244249065918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=2436692244249065918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2436692244249065918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/2436692244249065918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/recommend-book.html' title='Recommend A Book'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-5687316260534920929</id><published>2008-08-22T11:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:04:59.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>I Didn't Mean To: Reading the Fine Print</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Cold Chewy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt; Mark this up as experience is all I can rationally say.  As you know millions of readers, I am on a career quest.  In doing so, I have been hitting all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; sites of available jobs in the area.  Everyday I hit it hard from the comfort of my own living room.  It is quite easy and I have been finding a lot of different job opportunities.  Now, however, the computer and myself have a relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; my marriage.  We respect each other but sometimes we aren't on the same page.  And once something is said, written, checked, or marked, and the  SEND button is launched,  it is out there forever. &lt;br /&gt;   Here's the completely insane part.  I am applying for an editing position.  One that requires me to look over other people's words and papers and whatever else they want me to read over for corrections or  edit.  Detail-oriented and all that jazz.  Well...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  So from the comfort of home, I fill out an application.  I attach a resume and cover letter.  I go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;through &lt;/span&gt; the painful, lengthy process of filling out the employment application and quickly read the other unimportant pages that require either a yes or no checked.  Hell, who cares, right?  Yes I agree to that.  Yes, I comply to all that.  Yes, I am a convicted felon.  WHAT?  I checked YES that I have been convicted of a crime other than a simple traffic violation or misdemeanor.  OH S**T.  F**K!!!!!! Now what have I done??????  I got an email back from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prestigious&lt;/span&gt; company, the company that employs about half of Iowa City and anyone who needs a job that knows how to write or edit.  Yeah, they said they could not use a person who is a convicted felon.  "BUT I'M NOT"  I plead.  "I simply checked the wrong box.  I didn't read the fine print."  My pleas go unheard.  It doesn't matter.  Now I may as well BE a convicted felon to them.  Nothing I say or refill out will ever change that.  Yes I checked.  F**king YES I checked.  So stupid.  I am so stupid for not reading all the fine print.  The boring print.  The material I gaze at and say to myself, "too much boring stuff to think about much less read. "  So I say to you my fellow readers, you too can be a convicted felon if you don't read the fine print.  I guess I would not have been a very good EDITOR would I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-5687316260534920929?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5687316260534920929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=5687316260534920929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5687316260534920929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5687316260534920929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-mean-to-reading-fine-print.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Mean To: Reading the Fine Print'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4593800039539875012</id><published>2008-08-22T07:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:32:54.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>New Comedy Series</title><content type='html'>A new series is coming to IFC (Independent Film Channel):&lt;br /&gt;"Z Rock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a real-life band from Brooklyn, it is the story of brothers Paul and David Zablidowsky and their good friend Joey Cassata, who play in the metal band "Z02", which has opened for Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;However, to make ends meet, they also perform at children's birthday parties and bar mitzvahs as "The Z Brothers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the press release:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; In the show the band members play fictionalized versions of themselves, exaggerating their actual experiences — including a pitched rivalry with other New York-based children's musicians — pursuing the recording contract that long eluded them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the dialogue in "Curb Your Enthusiasm" and "This Is Spinal Tap," much of that in "&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Rock&lt;/span&gt;" is improvised, though with the players working off highly detailed outlines.  Most of the situations in which their characters are placed by the show's writers and producers — who include Mark Farrell, a former producer of "Curb" — are adapted from tales the band told in hours spent sitting around a table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a supporting cast the producers surrounded the musicians with stand-up comedians and improv players, including Lynne Koplitz (who plays the band's dedicated if addled manager, Dina); Greg Giraldo (as a powerful record producer, who delivers an endlessly profane reprimand to Paulie &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; after the band is late for his son's birthday party); and Jay Oakerson (as a club manager who repeatedly propositions Paulie, who is straight).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Among the many musicians playing fictionalized versions of themselves in cameos are John Popper of Blues Traveler (who agrees to sign the &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; Brothers, not ZO2, to a recording contract, but only after Dina sleeps with him); Dee Snider of Twisted Sister; and Chris Barron of the Spin Doctors. &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/r/joan_rivers/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Joan Rivers." target="_blank"&gt;Joan Rivers&lt;/a&gt; plays Joan Rivers, but reimagined as Dina's aunt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"It seems on the show like we're reckless, but we're not in real life," Mr. Cassata said. "We never put the ZO2 career in jeopardy. That stuff is definitely artistic license."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/b/black_sabbath/index.html?inline=nyt-org" title="More articles about Black Sabbath." target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Z Rock" premieres this Sunday night, Aug. 24 at 11:30 p.m. ET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4593800039539875012?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4593800039539875012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4593800039539875012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4593800039539875012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4593800039539875012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-comedy-series.html' title='New Comedy Series'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-4106842035091048720</id><published>2008-08-22T06:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:36:42.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>What's YOUR Name?</title><content type='html'>Readers. Now is your chance for some inter-active fun. Just follow the directions . You know, if it says to name your pet rock....Loon is BLUE and ANGIE is pink. I thought that would be easy to distinguish. Added is one of our FAVORITE READERS...FRANKIE! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She's in orange.&lt;/span&gt; Pinky Brewster is &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet &amp;amp; current car)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pandy Ranger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Scooter Pilot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cthulu Windstar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily Lumania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vanilla Chocolate Chip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cold Chewy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;New York Fudge Snickerdoodle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookie Dough Peanut Butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. YOUR "FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T-Loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A-Loo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;F-Sto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D-Cla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Detective Black Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Detective Black Cat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Detective Purple Owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detective Pink Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Michael Solon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(that sounds like a porn name LOON!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Janine Sigourney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Diane St Luke &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rayn Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LooTi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LooAn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;StoFr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cla-Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The" + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Red Whiskey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Purple Coffee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Orange Cola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Light Purple Gatorade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Deyo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ham Herbert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Posey Deyo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Drakkar M&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Obsession Free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cabotine Snickers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Paris Hilton Starburst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother's &amp;amp; father's middle names )&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Phelan S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Leslie Sue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Edith Smith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janine Reinhard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher's last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fiala Fresno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heyer Houston&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Casady Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Higgins Helena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. SPY NAME/BOND GIRL: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fall Morning Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Halloween Bleeding Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Autumn Hollyhock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you're wearing right now + "ie" or "y")&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Banana Shorty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apple Pantie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pear Crocky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peach Capri-ie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coffee Cottonwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Granola Oak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Soy Maple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cereal Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: ("The" + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + "Tour")&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Drums Raining Tour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Guitar Thunderstorm Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Sudoku Storm Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Volleyball Snow Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GIVE IT A SWIRL AND TELL US YOUR NEW NAMES! I will add your new names to our list if you send them in to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-4106842035091048720?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4106842035091048720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=4106842035091048720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4106842035091048720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/4106842035091048720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-your-name.html' title='What&apos;s YOUR Name?'/><author><name>Angie Looney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774392217650527483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYmLpUbR280/S4W0gdRSC1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4jevtGwCt0/S220/Angie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-7275414267123390058</id><published>2008-08-21T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:39:13.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>News Report</title><content type='html'>This just in from your reporter in the field, A. Looney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm waiting for them to find that freakin' professor.  I think he ran off with MaryAnn."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-7275414267123390058?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7275414267123390058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=7275414267123390058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7275414267123390058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/7275414267123390058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/news-report.html' title='News Report'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818227367215707545.post-5966657414359251973</id><published>2008-08-21T18:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:40:01.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Secret Private Diary'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Blogsphere inhabitants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby apologize for my terrible &lt;strike&gt;intelligent&lt;/strike&gt; behavior in the past few &lt;strike&gt;years&lt;/strike&gt; days.  I realize now that my fears were just a symptom of  my &lt;strike&gt;beautiful mind&lt;/strike&gt; insecurities.  I will try harder to &lt;strike&gt;ignore the reality&lt;/strike&gt; relax about the &lt;strike&gt;factual&lt;/strike&gt; so-called "dangers" on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on out, I &lt;strike&gt;freaking&lt;/strike&gt; swear to allow my &lt;strike&gt;insane&lt;/strike&gt; loving wife to write any &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; thing that crosses her &lt;strike&gt;empty&lt;/strike&gt; mind with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;rational&lt;/strike&gt; objections at all &lt;strike&gt;out loud&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more, any and all personal details of my &lt;strike&gt;miserable&lt;/strike&gt; life can be &lt;strike&gt;gossiped about&lt;/strike&gt; discussed in great detail.  No more &lt;strike&gt;commenting editing revising&lt;/strike&gt; censoring shall take place.  Feel free to contact the wife &lt;strike&gt;Angela J. Looney, SS#555-74-6789&lt;/strike&gt; at her email address &lt;strike&gt;or come on over - the house is never locked - 235 Mulberry Dr.&lt;/strike&gt; for any of our "intimate"&lt;strike&gt; ha, ha&lt;/strike&gt; details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I'd like to quote &lt;strike&gt;finally some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; intelligent&lt;/span&gt; remarks&lt;/strike&gt; Monty Python &lt;strike&gt;again?&lt;/strike&gt; who can best express my &lt;strike&gt;repressed&lt;/strike&gt; emotions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager:  I want to apologize, humbly, deeply, and sincerely about the fork.&lt;br /&gt;Man    : Oh please, it's only a tiny bit... I couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;Manager:     Ah you're good kind fine people, for saying that, but I can see it.., to me it's like a mountain, a vast bowl of pus.&lt;br /&gt;Man:     It's not as bad as that.&lt;br /&gt;Manager:     It gets me here. I can't give you any excuses for it - there are no excuses. I've been meaning to spend more time in the restaurant recently, but I haven't been too well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW THE PUNCH-LINE&lt;br /&gt;Man:     Lucky we didn't say anything about the dirty knife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818227367215707545-5966657414359251973?l=looneytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5966657414359251973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818227367215707545&amp;postID=5966657414359251973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5966657414359251973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818227367215707545/posts/default/5966657414359251973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneytalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/open-letter.html' title='An Open Letter'/><author><name>Loon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08315937985735575684</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
