<?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-5977113</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:12:40.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Wanderings Uphill Both Ways</title><subtitle type='html'>The constant struggle between what my brain thinks and my mouth says.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-115927767497320784</id><published>2006-09-26T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T08:34:34.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intruder? Ghost? Ceramic Frog Bank?</title><summary type='text'>I had a pretty decent weekend. We got a lot done around the house and had fun playing with Nicholas (who is always waiting standing in his crib in the morning to greet us now) and watched V for Vendetta which was actually quite enjoyable.But the weekend didn't start good. My weekend started at 3:30 am on Saturday morning. Sound asleep, I awoke to a voice coming from the baby monitor. The whisper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115927767497320784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115927767497320784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/09/intruder-ghost-ceramic-frog-bank.html' title='Intruder? Ghost? Ceramic Frog Bank?'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-115884834903407395</id><published>2006-09-21T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:19:09.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Faces of Nic! - 2nd Edition</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the second edition of The Many Faces of Nic!Below are 4 distinctly different expressions all taken during the same meal. Funny thing about babies, particularly the 8+ month olds...they have more facial expression capabilities then Jim Carrey at his peak of over acting.Starting at the top left and going counter clockwise we have 1- Eager with excitement, 2- I'm totally gonna get away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115884834903407395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115884834903407395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/09/many-faces-of-nic-2nd-edition.html' title='The Many Faces of Nic! - 2nd Edition'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-115868687971274298</id><published>2006-09-19T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:27:59.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog here! Read my blog here!</title><summary type='text'>How was your weekend folks? Really? Well thats a shame...I'm sure the police will find it soon. Oh, well I doubt they will still be in there, i'd call and cancel them right away before you end up paying for someone else's mail-order bride or something.Anyways, I went with my brother-in-law, Dann (two 'Ns'), to the early yankee/red sox game saturday. A couple quick things to note: 1.) Even though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115868687971274298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115868687971274298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-here-read-my-blog-here.html' title='Blog here! Read my blog here!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-115625657012611175</id><published>2006-08-22T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:22:50.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, they really do exist!</title><summary type='text'>So I was all ready to enlighten your worlds with a blog this morning entitled "Playing with my caulk &amp; walls" where I talk about some recent home improvements we made. That all got washed away when I pulled into the Hess station for gas on my way to work.Excited at the $3.05  price (sad right?) I went to the Hess in our town instead of my usual station. I jumped out of the truck, connected her up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115625657012611175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115625657012611175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow-they-really-do-exist.html' title='Wow, they really do exist!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-115582979906719262</id><published>2006-08-17T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:52:27.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOC: The Target Tantrum</title><summary type='text'>(Just a quick reminder for new readers: TOC (Toaster Oven Chef) is a friend of mine and dangerously in love with her toaster oven. I've asked her to submit her toaster oven recipes as a regular segment here at MWUBW.)So, I know I promised a recipe this time around, but the TOC has been a little dismayed by her little oven.  Lately, I keep thinking of all of the things I can't cook in my oven.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115582979906719262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115582979906719262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/08/toc-target-tantrum.html' title='TOC: The Target Tantrum'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-115556233525212517</id><published>2006-08-14T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:33:25.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been messengered!</title><summary type='text'>On my way to work this morning i passed a bicycle cop who had pulled over a bike messenger (ironically literal). He had just finished writing a ticket out and handed it to the messenger as i passed. The look on the messenger's face as he yelled, "$150...what the hell is that for?" was hysterical...but only got better as the cop replied, "you ran a red light back there."It felt like i was watching</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115556233525212517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115556233525212517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/08/youve-been-messengered.html' title='You&apos;ve been messengered!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-115392470354176508</id><published>2006-07-26T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:38:23.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Nic!</title><summary type='text'>Nicholas has helped me realize the secret of all the best actors...child mentality! As you'll see in the new MWUBW series "The Many Faces of Nic!" a child's mental freedom allows him to completely react in what he/she feels is the needed reaction. There is no real thought into what the f ace of 'scared' looks like...they just react! No, excited means i should do this....they just do what feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115392470354176508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115392470354176508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/07/many-faces-of-nic.html' title='The many faces of Nic!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-115332437084489218</id><published>2006-07-19T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T10:52:50.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks my ass!</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday sucked beyond what I can  describe in respectable language. I have a client from hell, as we all do. Well, to put Murphy's law into major effect (thanks aunt bon/uncle bill!), everything that could happen wrong, did, and continuously all day long! I was in fact sitting on the couch next to Holly with my laptop and PDA checking emails and sending out the last of my troops to head off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115332437084489218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115332437084489218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/07/fireworks-my-ass.html' title='Fireworks my ass!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-115314436598096554</id><published>2006-07-17T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:52:45.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOC: Bean &amp; Cheese Bliss</title><summary type='text'>Girls and boys, gather round as I have a true story to tell.  One fateful night I was out drinking, as I do, and came home via my lovely every 3-5 minute 7 train.  I landed in my little burrow and went directly to Wendy's - cause nothing cures a hangover or bad sleep patterns like a little food before you pass out, I mean go to sleep - obviously!So, upon discovering the "dining room" was closed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115314436598096554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/115314436598096554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/07/toc-bean-cheese-bliss.html' title='TOC: Bean &amp; Cheese Bliss'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114979456500192158</id><published>2006-06-08T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:22:45.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal Opportunity Homeless</title><summary type='text'>God I love coffee! I never give money to homeless people in the city because I know they all are raking in more than I am, tax free and shoved under their mattress in the luxurious apartments they are living in near Central Park. But I gotta give it to the ones that go for the gold with their cleverness.There is one homeless guy who prides himself on being an equal opportunity beggar. He doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114979456500192158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114979456500192158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/06/equal-opportunity-homeless.html' title='Equal Opportunity Homeless'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114917713816209748</id><published>2006-06-01T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:53:49.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toaster Oven Chef</title><summary type='text'>Summer is upon us and with it comes the intense heat, humidity and the lack of wanting to do anything that may in fact cause more heat! Lord knows we don't want to turn on the oven or stove, resulting in liquid magma-like tempatures in the house/apartment. But what will we do for  food? We can't waste ALL our money on ordering out....sorry Quiznos.Well, thats were my friend, the Toaster Oven Chef</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114917713816209748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114917713816209748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/06/toaster-oven-chef.html' title='The Toaster Oven Chef'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114547249175150197</id><published>2006-04-19T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:08:58.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joint effort...</title><summary type='text'>I've been a long time fan of sugary cereals...i've got fond memories of Boo Berry, C3PO and other great classics. And granted, I was an easy target for the product because I, like most kids, love sugar!One of my favorites out there was Apple Jacks. Apparently though, the popularity in this wonderful apple/cinnamon combination has declined drastically. So in order to counter this and bring the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114547249175150197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114547249175150197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/04/joint-effort.html' title='Joint effort...'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114502173101695506</id><published>2006-04-14T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:36:33.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holmes is where the heart is</title><summary type='text'>MWUBW has managed to obtain an exclusive interview with the unborn alien love child of Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise.ALC: Please don't call me alien love child. You can call me Baby Holmes.MWUBW: But why not baby Cruise?BH: Please! I don't want any association with that child-sized man and his freaky deaky sciencefictiontology. As a matter of fact i'm demanding a paternity test as soon as i get out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114502173101695506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114502173101695506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/04/holmes-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Holmes is where the heart is'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114493959977182250</id><published>2006-04-13T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:47:21.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forunda Flav</title><summary type='text'>Moving forward every thursday will be Conspiracy Theory Thursday, where the MWUBW will discuss a conspiracy theory. However i'm not talking about your normal shiznit, i'm talking everyday conspiracy. You know, your neighbor is slowly switching you're coffee to decaf in order to watch your skin crawl as your body searches for its caffiene!And this is the weekly segment where MWUBW is open to not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114493959977182250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114493959977182250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/04/forunda-flav.html' title='Forunda Flav'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114477649410147648</id><published>2006-04-11T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:59:46.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Americans aren't illegal!</title><summary type='text'>In case you've somehow avoided the news of the recent large protests going on all over the country in most major cities, let me quickly update you. There is a new immigration law trying to get passed that will make it a crime to be an illegal immigrant (could have swore this was already the case...hence 'illegal') and it also would, "separate illegal immigrants into three categories. Those here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114477649410147648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114477649410147648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/04/americans-arent-illegal.html' title='Americans aren&apos;t illegal!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114469224620414622</id><published>2006-04-10T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:58:46.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4...I declare a Thumb War!</title><summary type='text'>Pure genius! Yet again someone has taken a simple observation (thumb wars have always been and will continue to be something kids do) and developed a way to make a buck off it. We all remember playing thumbs wars at some point in time. And now instead of our own version of custom thumb warrior...We can now buy a specialized, THUMB WARRIOR (collect all six characters) that comes with 3 panels of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114469224620414622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114469224620414622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-2-3-4i-declare-thumb-war.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4...I declare a Thumb War!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114441056740737060</id><published>2006-04-07T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:49:27.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Blog Makeover</title><summary type='text'>Ok, since i'm sprucing up the content and frequency here at MWUBW, i've decided a look/feel overhall was needed as well. This new set up is more along the lines of the simplistic look i want. And since i'm not near a "create my own template" situation at the moment, then this will have to do.I've changed my subtitle to something more fitting. Thanks for all of the suggestions you guys sent in...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114441056740737060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114441056740737060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/04/extreme-blog-makeover.html' title='Extreme Blog Makeover'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114244794867757981</id><published>2006-03-15T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:39:08.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bloggies! 2007</title><summary type='text'>Ok, first, I'll finish up the "its taking forever to write" London story soon, but i had to interrupt with my discovery that there are BLOGGIES! Its like the Oscars for weblogs. SO....I have got to step up my game and improve this little wandering of my mind, which is good news for you because that means (hopefully) the entries will be more frequent, better written, and much more enjoyable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114244794867757981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114244794867757981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/03/bloggies-2007.html' title='The Bloggies! 2007'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-114002870790481857</id><published>2006-02-15T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:52:22.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to London (part 3)</title><summary type='text'>(the following is a dramatized version of my time in London...basically i took my trip's events and threw them into a fictional story line to make it more interesting to read)continued from part 2..."Well, maybe next time.""Room for one more," yelled the 'loader' of the Eye."Right here. You don't mind..." He was gone. Ok...Ride the London Eye, CHECK. Talk to weird disappearing local, CHECK.After </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114002870790481857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/114002870790481857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/02/trip-to-london-part-3.html' title='Trip to London (part 3)'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113872528552083290</id><published>2006-01-31T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:44:06.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to London (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>(the following is a dramatized version of my time in London...basically i took my trip's events and threw them into a fictional story line to make it more interesting to read)I limped out of the Underground's Pimlico Station around 2 am, laughing to myself that a hurt foot is all I have wrong after this weeks events. Had I known my business trip to London was going to turn into a rollercoaster of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113872528552083290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113872528552083290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-to-london-part-2.html' title='Trip to London (part 2)'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113804543809849355</id><published>2006-01-23T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:43:58.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to London (part 1)</title><summary type='text'>A Mercedez pulls up in the driveway to drive me to JFK. I wave to Hols and Nicholas and off we go. So smooth a ride...perhaps i should get myself one of these here Mercedez automobiles.Got to the airport in PLENTY of time. After an entrhalling 4 hour wait, I was forced to board the plane. This was my first time on a Virgin Atlantic flight and i was immediately impressed. The plane had 2 levels, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113804543809849355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113804543809849355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-to-london-part-1.html' title='Trip to London (part 1)'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113708099302548997</id><published>2006-01-12T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:49:53.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green eggs and ham...well the ham at least.</title><summary type='text'>No, that pig isn't feeling ill, he's naturally that greenish tinge!That's right. Over in Taiwan scientists have successfully produced 3 male fluorescent green porkers. Now not only are pigs the cleanest animal on the farm, but they are also the brightest!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113708099302548997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113708099302548997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/01/green-eggs-and-hamwell-ham-at-least.html' title='Green eggs and ham...well the ham at least.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113682946708687617</id><published>2006-01-09T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:57:47.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The better mouse trap</title><summary type='text'>I stopped at the grocery store saturday night to pick up a few items for the old homestead, when i witnessed the beginnings of what had to end up a very strange yet entertaining story. As i wandered the isles in hunt of some tissues and TP (NOT Charmin though!) i suddenly was passed by 6 teenagers carrying a coconut and quickly scampering through the isles with determined looks hiding behind the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113682946708687617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113682946708687617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/01/better-mouse-trap.html' title='The better mouse trap'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113639512426701065</id><published>2006-01-04T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T12:18:44.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Nick Update</title><summary type='text'>Nicholas is now 12lbs. 2oz. and 23 1/2" long. His cheeks are getting so chubby!!!He just got his first round of shots yesterday and he starts daycare on Monday! Before we know it he's gonna be all growned up...lol.We'll be updating the snapfish photo album soon so stay tuned!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113639512426701065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113639512426701065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2006/01/quick-nick-update.html' title='Quick Nick Update'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113587716708216176</id><published>2005-12-29T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:26:07.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The next door opened...</title><summary type='text'>Well people, as of Jan. 3rd I wil not be a Clear Channel employee any longer. I've taken a job with Kinetic as the Managing Director of Hi-Resolution (US Branch). I will post my new contact info once I have it, but keep in mind that I can't be reached at my old clear channel email anymore.It was a quick but thought out decision and from all angles seems to have nothing but a future positive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113587716708216176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113587716708216176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/12/next-door-opened.html' title='The next door opened...'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113458145064811942</id><published>2005-12-14T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:30:50.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unions suck!</title><summary type='text'>Back in the day when Unions were first born they had a reason and were looked at in a positive manner. However, that day has long since passed. Now the money hungry bastards that run the unions start a strike (under the premise of "helping their members") anytime they need more money to pay for their 5th house (this one's in the caribbean) or buy their kid a new 2nd car.The TWU has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113458145064811942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113458145064811942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/12/unions-suck.html' title='Unions suck!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113406139394971747</id><published>2005-12-08T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:03:16.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KitKat and All That!</title><summary type='text'>KitKat has finally crossed the line from top of the line candy to The Best Candy Bar Ever!! The original has always been a favorite of mine (and Holly's) and then they stepped it up a notch about 3 years ago with the introduction of both the dark chocolate version and the white chocolate version (to die for). However, this morning when I went to buy a soda and happened to glance down at the candy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113406139394971747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113406139394971747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/12/kitkat-and-all-that.html' title='KitKat and All That!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113353398083451277</id><published>2005-12-02T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:33:00.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Charmin!</title><summary type='text'>Throughout history products have developed mascots in order to be more appealing to the masses. It generally works in their favor. There is one such mascot however that has disturbed me over the past few years and just last night they brought that to a whole new level.The Charmin bear! This is Charmin's take on the whole "Does a bear shit in the woods?" saying. They are basically saying, of couse</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113353398083451277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113353398083451277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-so-charmin.html' title='Not so Charmin!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113336143268798923</id><published>2005-11-30T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:37:12.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stan Berenstain dies at 82</title><summary type='text'>Growing up there were several cartoons i remember enjoying. Berenstain Bears was one of them. The style drawing, the humour...it was and is a classic series. Sadly not a lot is seen or heard too much about them anymore. Co-creator Stan Berenstain died yesterday at the age of 82. Together, him and his wife illustrated and wrote over 200 books about the Bears.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113336143268798923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113336143268798923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/stan-berenstain-dies-at-82.html' title='Stan Berenstain dies at 82'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113326972395240483</id><published>2005-11-29T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T08:08:43.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NCB and ECB</title><summary type='text'>Two sundays ago we had a bunch of people over to play "pass the newborn" (a game where everyone wins!) and below is a shot of Nicholas with his Auntie Erin. To better make use of picture sharing and my regular MWUBW, we've uploaded all our photos to Snapfish and will continue to update them as the days go by. To view them just go to: Nick's Pix</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113326972395240483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113326972395240483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/ncb-and-ecb.html' title='NCB and ECB'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113271770682207709</id><published>2005-11-22T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:49:06.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest craze!</title><summary type='text'>Having a kid...acting like one...they go hand in hand. This fact became very obvious earlier this past weekend when we had to deflate our new air mattress our friend Kate was using.I got the overwhelming urge to do the worm (or centipede). So rather than fight the breakdance flashback desire, I decided to throw caution to the wind and take myself to the mattresses *cough* The Godfather *cough*. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113271770682207709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113271770682207709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/latest-craze.html' title='The latest craze!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113225354649196722</id><published>2005-11-17T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:52:26.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week old!</title><summary type='text'>Hello all. This is Nicholas. I'm sitting in for my daddy who is currently pulling leaves from the gutter. Last night was my 1 week old birthday, to which we celebrated by changing my diaper and putting me down for a nap.So far I gotta say I like it here. My own room, breakfast in bed, and an endless supply of diapers (and trust me, i've tested the amount). Trina is great and seems to be very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113225354649196722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113225354649196722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/1-week-old.html' title='1 week old!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113215342362359791</id><published>2005-11-16T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:03:43.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First visitors</title><summary type='text'>Holly and Nicholas came home late sunday afternoon. Our first night was actually really good. It's amazing that how attuned you become once you become a parent. Prior to sunday it would take great efforts to find anything i couldn't sleep through. Now, in my deepest sleep i am awoken  by the smallest coo from Nicholas. Our senses have definitely changed.Nicholas got his first visitors on Monday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113215342362359791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113215342362359791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-visitors.html' title='First visitors'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113177093112857074</id><published>2005-11-11T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:48:51.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas and the Grandparents</title><summary type='text'>ok, so almost, all but his grandpa reder, but that will be coming soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113177093112857074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113177093112857074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/nicholas-and-grandparents.html' title='Nicholas and the Grandparents'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113168455076016631</id><published>2005-11-10T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:49:10.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Charles Bobbe</title><summary type='text'>First let me say that I've never been more proud of Holly. She was incredible during the whole thing. Secondly, I don't think i've ever felt more helpless...watching her 'trooper' through this all and with nothing I could do but sit by her....truely an amazing woman!Ok, so most of you by now haven't even  read any of this, but rather scrolled down to see the pictures and figure you'll read later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113168455076016631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113168455076016631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/nicholas-charles-bobbe.html' title='Nicholas Charles Bobbe'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113142459359446345</id><published>2005-11-07T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:36:33.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture says a thousand words!</title><summary type='text'>Holly and I have decided to invite the readers of MWUBW (because some of you aren't family) to dive a bit further into our family and its fantastic characters. With this in mind, we figured why not start with the soon to be grandparents! But instead of introducing you to them all at once, we are going to do it one at a time. You know, give you some time to let the personality really sink in. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113142459359446345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113142459359446345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-says-thousand-words.html' title='A picture says a thousand words!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113138512866895329</id><published>2005-11-07T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:38:48.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More kids = more funnier!</title><summary type='text'>So here i was all ready to totally trash the movie Yours, Mine and Ours for not having an original idea, but rather hoping that since Cheaper by the Dozen did so well that adding 6 more kids would make an even better movie, but alas i can't do that. Why? you ask. Because upon some quick research, it has come to my attention that Yours, Mine and Ours is actually a remake of an old 1968 movie of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113138512866895329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113138512866895329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-kids-more-funnier.html' title='More kids = more funnier!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113111421978019501</id><published>2005-11-04T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:24:12.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Hell just froze over.</title><summary type='text'>Come back by artists who either faded with their style of music or went crazy via some fix (aka crack, bobby brown or in this case champagne) are usually never successful. And in fact, the last few albums by this individual have been progressively worse and more trashy. With that said...Ok, I never thought i'd say this, but i've gotta give credit where credit is due, Mariah Carey's new album is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113111421978019501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113111421978019501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-hell-just-froze-over.html' title='I think Hell just froze over.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113094208417942145</id><published>2005-11-02T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:34:44.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIRR to deliver babies?</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so apparently the 5:36 crew is so terrible at being on time (or even remotely close) that they've managed to convince my unborn son that 'on time' isn't fashionable or even an option. Now I was pissed at the LIRR before, but they've gone too far when they start influencing my family with bad habits!I think we may have to resort to threatening to give his room to George and have him sleep in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113094208417942145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113094208417942145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/11/lirr-to-deliver-babies.html' title='LIRR to deliver babies?'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113076973662489584</id><published>2005-10-31T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:42:17.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghostly Good Morning!</title><summary type='text'>It's Halloweenand children roamto Trick-or-Treatfrom home to homethe night is fullof spooks and frightsof gruesome scenesand haunting sightsthere's ghosts who rattleboth chains and bonesand zombies staggerwith dreadful moansbut all these thingswe need not fearfor they only comebut once a yearHappy Halloween everyone!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113076973662489584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113076973662489584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/ghostly-good-morning.html' title='Ghostly Good Morning!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113042136575080572</id><published>2005-10-27T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:56:05.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York New York!</title><summary type='text'>A father and his daughter (11?) walk past me this morning and I overheard her say, "Everything is so much more appealing here. I  mean did you see that Payless?" Immediately different store fronts started running through my head, comparing them with their non-NYC counterparts and I found in each case that she was right. Everything is more appealing here. I mean, they do say if you can make it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113042136575080572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113042136575080572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York New York!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113034247837537329</id><published>2005-10-26T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:01:18.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's currency in pretend jail.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday a coworker of mine made a statement that I completely agree with. He said, while chewing a wad of Big League Chew worthy of record proportions, "I've always loved fake tobacco products."Think back (some of you think waaaaayyyy back....hehe) to when you were young and there were all those candy cigarettes. There were sugar ones, bubble gum ones, ones with paper wrapping that you could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113034247837537329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113034247837537329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-currency-in-pretend-jail.html' title='It&apos;s currency in pretend jail.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-113017731410689268</id><published>2005-10-24T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:08:34.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name that tune...or kid.</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so there is a lot that goes into the naming of ones child. I mean it is something he/she will have to live with for the rest of their lives (or until old enough to legally change it) and it can effect a lot of things, from personality to how often they are made fun (um...Apple?!).As we all know, you can't look to Hollywood for advice (not that anyone in their right mind wood anyways) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113017731410689268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/113017731410689268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/name-that-tuneor-kid.html' title='Name that tune...or kid.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112973007746944456</id><published>2005-10-19T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:54:37.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'i' stands for Incompetence</title><summary type='text'>Though my extreme loathing for the Long Island Rail Road is clearly obvious, it was brought to a whole new level of clarity last night.As we pulled into our first stop the circus crew we had started with the "Who's on first?" routine of trying to get each other to go to 'channel 4.'  (I am on 4! can't you hear me?). Then the one announcer telling the engineer that the Babylon Tower was trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112973007746944456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112973007746944456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-stands-for-incompetence.html' title='The &apos;i&apos; stands for Incompetence'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112955722373117036</id><published>2005-10-17T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T08:53:43.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nano Nano</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so as cool as the iPod nano appears to be, i still have an issue with the fact that for a mere $50 you can get the iPod 30GB Photo which is not only got a larger screen, but it holds 14,000 more songs and has the capability to hold both photos and any other files you need stored. Then add in the fact that it now can download and play episodes of LOST and other hit shows.....I mean, clearly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112955722373117036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112955722373117036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/nano-nano.html' title='Nano Nano'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112929543326746817</id><published>2005-10-14T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T08:10:33.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>StumbleUpon</title><summary type='text'>Wow, its been a while since i've found a feature (extension) for a browser that just totally blew me away. But StumbleUpon (which is available for Firefox, amongst others) is an extension that allows you to randomly surf the web for sites based on your interests. Doesn't sound all that impressive right?! Well, I tried it based on some commentary on how incredible it was and let me tell you that I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112929543326746817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112929543326746817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/stumbleupon.html' title='StumbleUpon'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112903223515769524</id><published>2005-10-11T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T07:03:55.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People need to just shut up!</title><summary type='text'>Are you kidding me?!?!People are complaining left and right about the fact that NYC enhanced security after hearing about the possible threat to our subway/railways, because it turns out that it may have been a misleading by an Iraqi informant (who has been credible in the past).These are the same people who would be first on line to bitch and complain if NYC ignored it and something happened. In</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112903223515769524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112903223515769524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/people-need-to-just-shut-up.html' title='People need to just shut up!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112895248546916471</id><published>2005-10-10T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:54:45.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the fumes fade!</title><summary type='text'>Finally the mural has had its last drop of paint added and the room is only missing the baby now...=)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112895248546916471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112895248546916471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-fumes-fade.html' title='Let the fumes fade!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112860848821293170</id><published>2005-10-06T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:21:28.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising for answers</title><summary type='text'>A coworker of mine, whom for the purpose of this MWUBW we'll refer to as 'Cate', asked me this morning, "If Tom and Katie do have a baby, do you think it will be the antichrist? No, i'm serious!"Good question Cate....I happen to think the answer is yes, but its still up for discussion. This brings to mind several other questions about the spawning of the SciFitologist and his daughter aged victim</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112860848821293170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112860848821293170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/cruising-for-answers.html' title='Cruising for answers'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112834646333276458</id><published>2005-10-03T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T08:34:26.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a parent.</title><summary type='text'>It's the begining of October, 1980. My brother and I are standing near the fireplace in our house in Texas, I'm a few months short of 4 years old. The front door opens and my mom walks in carrying our sister (born just a few days earlier) and waves us over to meet her.The memory is very distinct. Most of my life back then is clear still in my memory, but when thinking back there was one detail I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112834646333276458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112834646333276458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-parent.html' title='It&apos;s a parent.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112800156500113862</id><published>2005-09-29T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:46:05.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halves and Halves Not!</title><summary type='text'>The fashion halves has got to stop!The half cardigan or shirt that started this whole craze is one thing, but this morning I saw a half jean jacket, a half fall jacket and worst of all, a half vest!! A vest people! Thats basically a tiny square of fabric with two holes in it. I mean really, is a vest that cumbersome that you have to wear only half of one?! It's just gotten way out of hand. Don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112800156500113862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112800156500113862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/halves-and-halves-not.html' title='The Halves and Halves Not!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112791378567902963</id><published>2005-09-28T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T08:23:05.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Improvement</title><summary type='text'>For those of you not in the Out-Of-Home industry, you may or may not be aware that New York has recently awarded the NYC 'Street Furniture' bid to a company from Spain,  Cemusa. Just as a quick note for those unfamiliar with the term, Street Furniture refers to bus shelters, newsstands, etc.What this news means (though it would have been nice for friends of mine if their company won, and nice for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112791378567902963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112791378567902963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-york-improvement.html' title='New York Improvement'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112782234624041593</id><published>2005-09-27T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T06:59:06.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This sh!t it is monkeys, M.O.N.K.E.Y.S.</title><summary type='text'>Crazy. Great word. We can use it in lots of ways, such as to replace 'very' (this is crazy cool). But at some point in history someone decided to switch out the word crazy with bananas. I mean, why not? Nothing's crazier than a banana. Bored today? Then why not head to the grocery store and watch the bunches of bananas in the produce section. Hours of entertainment there.I imagine that it started</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112782234624041593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112782234624041593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-sht-it-is-monkeys-monkeys.html' title='This sh!t it is monkeys, M.O.N.K.E.Y.S.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112748496367034872</id><published>2005-09-23T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T09:16:03.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooh, a camera!</title><summary type='text'>Finally, a face on sono picture. Yup, the little guy was facing the camera this time, though he was sleeping and they had to keep waking him up. Holly said you could see his eyes opening and closing....sooo cool!Also, we finally finished painting the nursery (only need to paint the 'frame' around the mural now) and assembled the crib and organized the furniture....wow, really coming together now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112748496367034872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112748496367034872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/ooooh-camera.html' title='ooooh, a camera!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112739594974408905</id><published>2005-09-22T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:32:29.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's big in Texas</title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately Mother Nature has quickly thrown the US another helping of record breaking spiral winds with Hurricane Rita. On pace to make landfall early Saturday around Galveston, TX and already reaching the number 3 worst Hurricane since we started keeping record, Rita could quite possibly be more distructive than Katrina was. Galveston is extremely vulnerable (besides being in the direct path)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112739594974408905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112739594974408905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/everythings-big-in-texas.html' title='Everything&apos;s big in Texas'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112731877153225641</id><published>2005-09-21T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:06:11.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the twinkie back in the wrapper!</title><summary type='text'>If anyone has not yet given the show House a chance yet, you've got to watch an episode. Hugh Laurie plays Dr. Gregory House and preceeds to have witty comment after witty comment that leaves you laughing most of the show. The supporting cast is good and the writing is excellent. Having not watched it last season at all, we had to catch up on the reruns all this summer (although season 1 is out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112731877153225641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112731877153225641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/put-twinkie-back-in-wrapper.html' title='Put the twinkie back in the wrapper!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112721770437865606</id><published>2005-09-20T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T07:04:29.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He He Ha Ha</title><summary type='text'>Laughing again? Nope, it just sounds that way. Thats one of the breathing techniques learned at the second lamaze class last night. We started with a tour of the hospital that was less than impressive. Though the hospital is very nice, and the rooms are decent (aside from the shower that floods the room when used), Holly and I were spoiled when we visited the Concord Hospital in NH where the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112721770437865606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112721770437865606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/he-he-ha-ha.html' title='He He Ha Ha'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112687648876735072</id><published>2005-09-16T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:14:48.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bobbe Boy Update!</title><summary type='text'>I was asked recently for an update on the ever talented, yet to be born charmer, our son (currently unnamed) so here you go.In this picture, weighing in at a 'right on target' 5 lbs. 1 oz. and demonstrating his uncontested and astonishingly powerful uppercut (which is so awesome its forced all of his fingers into his mouth - as seen in photo) is Our Unnamed Bobbe.Expected to arrive Oct. 29th, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112687648876735072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112687648876735072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/baby-bobbe-boy-update.html' title='Baby Bobbe Boy Update!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112679460292111839</id><published>2005-09-15T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:30:02.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to swallow advertising.</title><summary type='text'>It was absolutely dreadful this morning so i stopped at a Starbucks (its a local coffee house, I think they have a couple locations in the city) and picked up a Venti Caffe Mocha, hot because I was yawning more than sweating. As I leave I take a sip and hear, "This would be great iced." Turning around, I see no one there so I brush it off to really good hearing (lol) and head for the office.Now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112679460292111839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112679460292111839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/hard-to-swallow-advertising.html' title='Hard to swallow advertising.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112670307276331162</id><published>2005-09-14T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:04:32.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin City</title><summary type='text'>Recently released on DVD was Sin City. This movie is based off the graphic novels (comic books) of Frank Miller, whom is one of the best known comic book artists/writers out there.Having never been a big comic book person myself, I was not familiar with Sin City prior to watching the movie. That didn't matter. The way in which it was both directed and filmed were superb and a real blessing to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112670307276331162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112670307276331162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/sin-city.html' title='Sin City'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112661276824785941</id><published>2005-09-13T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T11:08:16.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lameel, Lamaze, hasenfeffer incorporated!</title><summary type='text'>Hee Hee Hoo Hoo...Last night Holly and I had our first Lamaze Class. Though at one point we were unsure if we were even going to make it there. Holly had my car (the civic) so that we could get the windshield replaced before inspection (today) was due. She picked me up at the train station, but due to her extreme dislike of the vehicle had me take over driving when i got there. No sooner had i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112661276824785941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112661276824785941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/lameel-lamaze-hasenfeffer-incorporated.html' title='Lameel, Lamaze, hasenfeffer incorporated!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112627249935948975</id><published>2005-09-09T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T08:28:19.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PAW OF FURRY!</title><summary type='text'>Before i start with the main part of this post, let me just state how annoying it is to hear retardedly skinny people complaining of weight. I had a girl sitting next to me on the train that, based on the overheard phone call, is a model. She's the type of skinny where you can see her spine sticking out...from her stomach! Anyway,  she proceeds to tell her mother how she's gonna go home and fast </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112627249935948975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112627249935948975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/paw-of-furry.html' title='PAW OF FURRY!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112618616845320923</id><published>2005-09-08T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:29:28.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan got Hitched!</title><summary type='text'>And thank god he didn't let her slip away, because Becky is awesome. (sidenote, Holly and I have only actually met her 3 times, our wedding, Matt's wedding, and her own wedding. But it was enough time to realize how awesome she was.)So, this was actually the reason we were up in Cape Cod to begin with. The wedding took place in Buzzard's Bay on the water and was beautiful. When we got there, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112618616845320923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112618616845320923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/logan-got-hitched.html' title='Logan got Hitched!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112609339335091238</id><published>2005-09-07T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T06:43:13.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our own little Pilgrimage</title><summary type='text'>Since we were in Plymouth, MA on the weekend, and since we were staying across the street from Plymouth Rock, we figured we might as well take a peek around.Guess what? Not really much to do in Plymouth. There is the Mayflower II which can be seen in the background of the photo below. This is a complete replica (minus the disease ridden sea rats and starving ancestors) of the original Mayflower. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112609339335091238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112609339335091238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/our-own-little-pilgrimage.html' title='Our own little Pilgrimage'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112602890518866018</id><published>2005-09-06T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:48:25.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so breaking news...Sorry Danielle</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's official. Saint The Carl has been wed to the wonderful (certainly tricked into this) Danielle. It's pretty upsetting news to a lot of celebrity photos waiting to be intruded by Carl's face claiming them as his newest fling. But more upsetting is the fact that my co-workers actually refer to Carl as 'The'. Upon telling them that i had just attended his wedding (at a mere $2,000 a ticket</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112602890518866018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112602890518866018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-so-breaking-newssorry-danielle.html' title='Not so breaking news...Sorry Danielle'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112601670037002049</id><published>2005-09-06T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:25:00.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Civic Strikes Again!</title><summary type='text'>Hope you all had a wonderful labor day weekend. Ours was pretty decent up until yesterday when the curse of the honda civic struck again!This time we were heading home from Cape Cod. We were about 45 minutes from Plymouht, MA on I-95 South when my civic decided it was  a good place to pull one of its little tricks and have my front left tire lose all its air in a matter of a few seconds. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112601670037002049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112601670037002049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/civic-strikes-again.html' title='The Civic Strikes Again!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112560115323310716</id><published>2005-09-01T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:59:13.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 'not so' Easy</title><summary type='text'>Now that Hurricane Katrina has passed, leaving total destruction in her path, the US is faced with the relief efforts to help those poor individuals whom have been handed a mighty loss. My first question to you is...where's the 'other' countries' support? Some disaster like this happens elsewhere and we as Americans jump right up and stick out our helping hand to aid them (Please note that i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112560115323310716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112560115323310716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-not-so-easy.html' title='The Big &apos;not so&apos; Easy'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112506350884746246</id><published>2005-08-26T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T08:38:28.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Flowers</title><summary type='text'>Last night a friend of mine and I attended the NY Screening of "Broken Flowers" by Jim Jarmusch. The end result was being left feeling as if you just attended a friends 'art show' and now you are left with the difficult and awkward task of pretending you liked it when it was really bad.The movie was as if there were a ton of points or directions Jarmusch wanted to go, and thus ended up going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112506350884746246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112506350884746246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/08/broken-flowers.html' title='Broken Flowers'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112488788684911663</id><published>2005-08-24T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T07:55:48.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My speek anglush gude!</title><summary type='text'>This morning on my way to work i stumbled upon one of the possible causes behind one of my greatest pet-peeves. I mean how are we ever going to get the lazy bastards to actually learn the language if we confuse the hell out of them by putting up signs backwards? I mean, sure there's also the fact that its in ENGLISH! Learn english...but before you do, we'd like you to read this sign  thats in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112488788684911663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112488788684911663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-speek-anglush-gude.html' title='My speek anglush gude!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112473148792093866</id><published>2005-08-22T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:24:47.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duct Tape use #387</title><summary type='text'>At the beginning of the summer, a few of us from work headed out to take photos of some of our advertising locations. During the trip we found ourselves on the Belt Parkway headed west towards the city. Then to our great pleasure and entertainment, we happened to pass this....well, this monstrosity driving what could only be the outcome of an art student gone astray. Obviously wanting the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112473148792093866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112473148792093866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/08/duct-tape-use-387.html' title='Duct Tape use #387'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112412821415856496</id><published>2005-08-15T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:50:14.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skeleton Key</title><summary type='text'>Having lived in a spooky old house with doors containing skeleton key holes, I had a predetermined view on the spookiness of what its like. But that didn't help because The Skeleton Key isn't about a farm house in NH. None-the-less spookiness did infact occur, and it was just as entertaining.The first role of this type for Kate Hudson, I feel she did admirably. She gave the audience a realization</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112412821415856496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112412821415856496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/08/skeleton-key.html' title='The Skeleton Key'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112378236556914433</id><published>2005-08-11T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T13:14:38.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 3 lbs. 1 oz.</title><summary type='text'>Just had our latest sonogram this morning and he is just as they hoped. Everything seems perfect. We got some great views of his toes and face while she was moving the machine around. Below are his latest photos.You can really see his features well now. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112378236556914433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112378236556914433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/08/hes-3-lbs-1-oz.html' title='He&apos;s 3 lbs. 1 oz.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112367900811441035</id><published>2005-08-10T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T08:03:28.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my new sneaks!</title><summary type='text'>It's approaching 'back-to-school' time and besides the reappearance of my favorite Staples commercial, it also brings back the memories of a much simplier time.Sure, homework sucked, but most people (kids at the time) loved the first day of school every year. It meant you could hang out with your friends all day long, every day. And you got to show off some new clothes and possibly some new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112367900811441035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112367900811441035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/08/check-out-my-new-sneaks.html' title='Check out my new sneaks!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112359805590090008</id><published>2005-08-09T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:34:15.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Walking</title><summary type='text'>In case you haven't heard yet, Marc Cohn (singer/songwriter of Walking In Memphis) is lucky to walking anywhere today let alone Memphis. He was shot in the temple!! during an attempted carjacking yesterday.And after showing up at the hospital with the bullet protruding from his head, they removed it and released him...just like that. His true companion, wife Elizabeth Vargas (in the running for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112359805590090008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112359805590090008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/08/still-walking.html' title='Still Walking'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112350524274666876</id><published>2005-08-08T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:47:23.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The mural of the story is...</title><summary type='text'>I bet the Sistine Chapel wasn't done in Glidden Wall paint (Satin finish)!But even so, maybe it could have been. This is my first attempt at painting a mural, not to mention my first time painting with wall paint. It's actually coming along really fantastically considering. I have to of course thank Kristy Krajnenko who has helped me with her expertise in the matter. Its taking a less time than I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112350524274666876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112350524274666876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/08/mural-of-story-is.html' title='The mural of the story is...'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112300060692301502</id><published>2005-08-02T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:36:46.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Blood Prince</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so don't worry, no spoilers here. Just finished reading book six in the Harry Potter series (The Half-Blood Prince) and it was awesome. It's certainly my favorite one so far (though shorter than a few previous ones) and leaves me anticipating the last and final one which i am sure will be the best in the series.For anyone who has read it or is reading it now. I've got a theory (or hypothesis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112300060692301502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112300060692301502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/08/half-blood-prince.html' title='Half-Blood Prince'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112255717976634739</id><published>2005-07-28T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T08:26:19.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commuters beware!</title><summary type='text'>Anyone glancing at the news today may have noticed the little tidbit about the MTA "finding" an extra $800+ Million dollars today that it "didn't" know it had. This can only mean 1 thing...get ready for a fare hike!Last year when the MTA "found" a separate copy of their records which ended up having much more money than they "thought" they had, they immediately gave us the fare hike which they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112255717976634739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112255717976634739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/07/commuters-beware.html' title='Commuters beware!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112169597944737473</id><published>2005-07-18T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:12:59.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the minds: The one-sided war!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I had a very entertaining morning last friday as i convinced (or almost) a fellow CCO employee in our Philly office that I was watching him through his monitor. I saved the dialogue for everyone to enjoy...i only wish you could have all witnessed it first hand. Below is a photo that was the result of an image war caused by this little trick.T: dude, that cake looks greatJason: what cake?T: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112169597944737473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112169597944737473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/07/battle-of-minds-one-sided-war.html' title='Battle of the minds: The one-sided war!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112118812140317703</id><published>2005-07-12T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:08:41.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster magnet!</title><summary type='text'>No, i'm not referring to myself. It's my damn car!Most of you know that i have a 1999 Honda Civic (blue), and most of you have witnessed the lack of motor as i putt along the road like a kite with no wind. But alas i have found my car's super power! It has the power to attract disasters!It all started the day after i got the car. I was on my way through the city to go visit Holly in L.I. when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112118812140317703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112118812140317703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/07/disaster-magnet.html' title='Disaster magnet!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112082749618294243</id><published>2005-07-08T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T07:58:16.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You look like a wet beaver.</title><summary type='text'>Zach Braff is a gift to the movie industry! If you have not yet seen "Garden State" you must rent it and see it asap. Braff not only acts in the movie, but he wrote and directed it.I one point or another in the movie you can totally sympathize with his character...you may even have a "been there" moment. And the chemistry between him and Natalie Portman is flawless. Portman plays opposite Braff </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112082749618294243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112082749618294243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-look-like-wet-beaver.html' title='You look like a wet beaver.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112056741907429834</id><published>2005-07-05T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T07:43:39.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><summary type='text'>Hope you all had a safe holiday weekend. Getting into the spirit, Holly and I created a masterpiece of patriotic bakery...The American Bunt! Everyone loved it (bunt of course). And then we were treated to a 'ground' fireworks display unmatched by any i have ever seen. The multitude of colors, the mind boggling whistles, the comic pyrotechnic duo that kept us entertained in between light ups...it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112056741907429834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112056741907429834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-112005135197230532</id><published>2005-06-29T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T08:24:25.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Head to Head with Lady Liberty!</title><summary type='text'>So when Holly and I (and our friends Joe, Heather &amp; kids) were out at the Statue of Liberty for the first time a couple of weekends ago, Holly thought it would be clever to take a picture of, "your big head next to the statue."While I admit it is a humorous photo, what disturbs me is the angle. It makes me appear as if i have only a little tuft of hair on the top of my head. I assure you that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112005135197230532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/112005135197230532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/06/head-to-head-with-lady-liberty.html' title='Head to Head with Lady Liberty!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111997583300687246</id><published>2005-06-28T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:24:33.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne Tuxes and Caviar Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Another one down and only a few to go. That's right, Jason Caruso is the latest member of our gang to tie the knot, take the plunge, slap on the shackles of love....he got married this past saturday to Andy (Morin) Caruso up in NH. As one of the groomsmen i had to squeeze my pasty irish ass into a champagne tux (with matching shoes) which just made it very apparent to me that i need some sun! =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111997583300687246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111997583300687246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/06/champagne-tuxes-and-caviar-dreams.html' title='Champagne Tuxes and Caviar Dreams'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111945246228390220</id><published>2005-06-22T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:01:02.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Made Simple, Girlfriend!</title><summary type='text'>What an honor to have bestowed upon our department yesterday when John Basedow (king of the cheesy fitness infomericial where he flexes his oddly malformed self) show up at our office! Not only is he not short like i thought (he's probably like 6'4") but he's the only thing lighter than his own fake hair color!This guy is quite the character, in fact even this morning we were laughing at some of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111945246228390220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111945246228390220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/06/fitness-made-simple-girlfriend.html' title='Fitness Made Simple, Girlfriend!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111928769454063892</id><published>2005-06-20T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:14:54.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripod</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone. Just giving you a quick update on the Baby Bobbe that is due in Oct. We went saturday morning for another sonogram and everything is looking great. In fact they mentioned that the due date is looking more like Oct. 23rd instead of the 29th due to the measurements they made. Also, it's a BOY! Thats right. We are expecting a son. So now we have to just focus on boy names...which is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111928769454063892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111928769454063892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/06/tripod.html' title='Tripod'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111876623767236001</id><published>2005-06-14T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T11:23:57.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did that horse smell minty fresh?</title><summary type='text'>So memorial day the Bobbe family camping trip found its way to Assateague State Park. The 'sandless' campsites are right there by the beach and there are wild horses wandering around all over the place.  By the second day we had gotten use to the horses actually roaming through the campsites, peeking into your vehicles, etc. But we didn't expect the straight forward 'food attack' in the midday. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111876623767236001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111876623767236001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/06/did-that-horse-smell-minty-fresh.html' title='Did that horse smell minty fresh?'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111693906012974988</id><published>2005-05-24T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T07:51:00.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanorexic</title><summary type='text'>Tanorexic...is that not just an awesome word?!? A coworker, and self-dubbed tanorexic, used the term the other day after being asked if she had gone tanning over the weekend. It is the perfect description of those, and we all know at least one, people who have an obsession with tanning...more specifically, artificial tanning.Though in this case, unlike the core word its created from, it doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111693906012974988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111693906012974988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/05/tanorexic.html' title='Tanorexic'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111626129064680351</id><published>2005-05-16T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:40:12.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm brilliant....just slow.</title><summary type='text'>*Note: Suicide is in no way humourous or funny. The following is in reference to 'cartoon' animal suicide, which in no way condones or agrees with the real act. But rather brings out a dark humour that is in fact funny."Ok, so most of you know that i'm unequivocally brilliant in all ways, but a lot of times my brilliance can have bad timing.A few weeks back we were having dinner at our house (us,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111626129064680351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111626129064680351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-brilliantjust-slow.html' title='I&apos;m brilliant....just slow.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111471876306649639</id><published>2005-04-28T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:06:03.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bobbe at 12-1/2 weeks</title><summary type='text'>So here is the second sono photo (profile shot) of baby bobbe. It was taken recently at 12-1/2 weeks and if you look you can see the nose, mouth, head, etc.We get more and more excited each day and can't wait til october arrives!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111471876306649639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111471876306649639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/04/baby-bobbe-at-12-12-weeks.html' title='Baby Bobbe at 12-1/2 weeks'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111384456864076115</id><published>2005-04-18T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:16:08.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Doctors from A-Costing you!</title><summary type='text'>Debit cards are the world's gift to not having to carry cash, and more and more establishments are accepting them (and credit cards) as payment. Hell, even McDonald's has joined the Plastic Parade as we march into the modern world. These establishments almost always have a "Yes, we accept:" sticker on their front doors listing which cards they take. Well, its time to take this brilliant idea to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111384456864076115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111384456864076115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/04/stop-doctors-from-costing-you.html' title='Stop Doctors from A-Costing you!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111324027999880012</id><published>2005-04-11T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T12:24:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PAINtball 101</title><summary type='text'>The group of 36 "soon to be shot at with little balls of paint that fly through the air with unmeasured speed" gathered in the parking lot at about 9:45 am Saturday morning.We immediate went and got ourselves armed and dangerous (to ourselves) with the standard rental guns, masks, and paint. From there we split into two teams and our fearless, yet to hit puberty, refs led us off to our first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111324027999880012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111324027999880012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/04/paintball-101.html' title='PAINtball 101'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111167907125891540</id><published>2005-03-24T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:44:31.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please add to prayer list.</title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone,This MWUBW is unfortunately a serious post. A coworker of mine has been out of work for a little over a month now. That is never a good sign, and as it turns out, i've just found out today that he has been diagnosed with Hodgkins disease (a type of cancer - see discription below). As if this wasn't bad enough, he has apparently had this for a while and has been continually miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111167907125891540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111167907125891540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/03/please-add-to-prayer-list.html' title='Please add to prayer list.'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111150238352789293</id><published>2005-03-22T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T09:42:00.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so 'instant' ice tea</title><summary type='text'>So I was standing in my kitchen this past weekend making ice tea, when my mom asked me how many containers of ice tea I thought I've made in my lifetime (i'm a big fan). I don't even think I could accurately count them personally, but it got me to start thinking about how much time (total) we waste on non-essential tasks.These of course don't include things like 'waking up,' showering (yes Carl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111150238352789293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111150238352789293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-so-instant-ice-tea.html' title='Not so &apos;instant&apos; ice tea'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-111106455770540154</id><published>2005-03-17T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T08:02:37.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day</title><summary type='text'>Me Irish eyes are smilingme mouth has formed a grinfor i'm staring at a pint of guinnessthat i'll soon be partaking injust one pint this day wont doso i'll follow it up with another twowhen i'm up and headed for the doorbe sure i've had number 3 and 4then to the streetand down the blockenter the next pubthen finish their stockjust one pint this day wont doso i'll follow it up with another twowhen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111106455770540154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/111106455770540154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-110995473747171959</id><published>2005-03-04T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:45:37.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the hunt begin!</title><summary type='text'>Treasure hunts have always been an interest to people in general. Recently, thanks to my dad, I became aware of a children's book called "A Treasure's Trove" which tells the story of evil vs. good, per the norm, except for one little twist...the treasures are real!The author (and illustrator/publisher) of this book, actually had all the 'jeweled creatures' in this book made into reality through a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110995473747171959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110995473747171959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/03/let-hunt-begin.html' title='Let the hunt begin!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-110934524957257582</id><published>2005-02-25T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:27:29.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gates...Not bill's family</title><summary type='text'>As I'm sure you've all seen |""| there is currently an installation in Central Park called "The Gates." Some of you, like a good majority of the people walking around the park, may wonder why this is considered art, or what the hell the purpose is. The artist himself (known for wrapping things in fabrics) said that thier is no purpose or meaning behind it (which i guess makes it art for art's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110934524957257582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110934524957257582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/02/gatesnot-bills-family.html' title='The Gates...Not bill&apos;s family'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-110900201324994500</id><published>2005-02-21T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T11:06:53.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Old Home...</title><summary type='text'>Home improvement shows are spreading in popularity like wild fire, and why not, it's certainly entertaining to watch a 2 bedroom tin box get turned into a 6 car garage mansion. And let's face it, we all get that incredible satisfaction of finishing a home improvement project ourselves. It's almost as if we screwed 'The Man' by not having to pay someone outrageous amounts just to have your dryer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110900201324994500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110900201324994500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-old-home.html' title='This Old Home...'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-110891462371340199</id><published>2005-02-20T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T11:24:51.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad To The Bone! Ba ba ba ba baaad!</title><summary type='text'>How can anyone deny this face...I mean, its just the best!"I look all cute and cuddly, but you should see the rest of the body....hehe."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110891462371340199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110891462371340199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/02/bad-to-bone-ba-ba-ba-ba-baaad.html' title='Bad To The Bone! Ba ba ba ba baaad!'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-110795912816122731</id><published>2005-02-09T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T09:25:28.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Led of the Rings</title><summary type='text'>Though seldom are aware, there is a an even greater story than that of Frodo and his quest. This story, although untold til now, is one of strength and love againsts all odds. Back in the days of the One Ring, amongst the ranks of men serving Sauron, was a soldier named Plant.Plant, like the others, was deeply subverted by the darkness of Mordor, until he met and fell in love with a girl whom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110795912816122731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110795912816122731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/02/led-of-rings.html' title='Led of the Rings'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977113.post-110675672344107290</id><published>2005-01-26T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:50:39.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Absorbant Sampler</title><summary type='text'>Get ready to bundle up even more! Not really much more snow in the forcast, but there is a huge temperature drop on the way.Speaking of snow, what were the totals by you? We got somewhere around 20" from the last storm. Making the scenery nice, but the commute a pain in the ass. Especially the walking through the city streets portion. It's messy as all hell and the sidewalk room is lessened...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110675672344107290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977113/posts/default/110675672344107290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwubw.blogspot.com/2005/01/absorbant-sampler.html' title='The Absorbant Sampler'/><author><name>travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18412512199512442065</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></entry></feed>
