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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676</id><updated>2009-07-10T20:10:48.970-03:00</updated><title type="text">RoseGarden</title><subtitle type="html">A Garden Guarded by Sam From nscave.com            
               (¯`·._.·ns¢ävË·._.·´¯)
   http://www.nscave.com/</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>945</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/iAVt" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-5761520885584139468</id><published>2009-07-10T20:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:10:49.029-03:00</updated><title type="text">It’s Done With Mirrors</title><summary type="text">I have done a fair amount of highway driving so far this summer. Having been a heavy vehicle trainer I understand what causes collisions. Almost all are driver error. Now that summer is finally here, the recreation vehicle population has increased to its higher summer numbers.  In fact I would venture a guess that the numbers are even a little greater than average.  One of the biggest irritants </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5761520885584139468/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-done-with-mirrors.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/5761520885584139468" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/5761520885584139468" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-done-with-mirrors.html" title="It’s Done With Mirrors" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-220330749814413228</id><published>2009-07-09T00:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:03:33.177-03:00</updated><title type="text">United Breaks Guitars</title><summary type="text"> You may have seen this video on other media outlets, it has been on TV, in the papers as well as YouTube. The full story is on Dave Carroll’s web site. It’s a catchy tune, I like it, and he promises two more.  I always was a firm believer in getting even.    -=One Day At A Time=-  Important: the url to this blog will be changing to nscave.blogspot.com in the near future.    </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/220330749814413228/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/united-breaks-guitars.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/220330749814413228" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/220330749814413228" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/united-breaks-guitars.html" title="United Breaks Guitars" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-3095068708031703411</id><published>2009-07-08T10:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:58:29.552-03:00</updated><title type="text">How’s Your Housework Doing? – “It’s Waffle Time”</title><summary type="text"> I had been eating those frozen cardboard waffles for years and then a friend introduced me to the home made kind. Nice and thick, fluffy with lots of syrup, yummy yes it certainly was. So I said to myself: “Self you should get one of those little machines.” So I did. I get a box of premix stuff that says ‘pancake and waffle mix.” (Here all those years I thought they were two different things.) I</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3095068708031703411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/hows-your-housework-doing-its-waffle.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/3095068708031703411" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/3095068708031703411" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/hows-your-housework-doing-its-waffle.html" title="How’s Your Housework Doing? – “It’s Waffle Time”" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-1665136933285958780</id><published>2009-07-07T08:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:26:20.266-03:00</updated><title type="text">Chance Of A Lifetime</title><summary type="text">I have been getting emails about this since the first of January. Set your alarms so you won’t forget to get up for it. The chance of a lifetime.     At five minutes and six seconds after 4 AM on the 8th of July this year the time and date will be 04:05:06 07/08/09. This will never happen again in our lifetime. See you there.     -=One Day At A Time=-  </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1665136933285958780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/chance-of-lifetime.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1665136933285958780" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1665136933285958780" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/chance-of-lifetime.html" title="Chance Of A Lifetime" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-8926035386336040455</id><published>2009-07-06T18:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:04:11.719-03:00</updated><title type="text">Tell Me</title><summary type="text">Tanning – Just watched a TV segment on the suppertime news program that pointed out the negatives and the danger of getting a tan. Information was confirmed by the health department, information which we all should be aware of anyway. It was mentioned our weather has been lousy lately (I knew that), and that a lot of people head to the tanning beds. Don’t blame me that’s what they called them. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8926035386336040455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/8926035386336040455" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/8926035386336040455" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell-me.html" title="Tell Me" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-5624719457792375489</id><published>2009-07-04T10:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:34:45.375-03:00</updated><title type="text">Rain</title><summary type="text">We have been getting lots of rain in Nova Scotia. For weeks it has been rain, rain, and more rain. Just a  micro-second sunny break here and there. If you blink with both eyes you will miss both of them. Over my lifetime so far I have accomplished a lot of things. Airforce, large vehicle trainer, ran my own DJ business, pretty well mastered computers, web master of a couple sites, and so on.  Now</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5624719457792375489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/5624719457792375489" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/5624719457792375489" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html" title="Rain" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-2113114882976339093</id><published>2009-07-01T00:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:09:06.263-03:00</updated><title type="text">Canada Day</title><summary type="text">  Sometimes we don’t wave our Canadian flag enough.  “Happy 142nd Canada.”  We are proud to be here.                                                                 </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2113114882976339093/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/canada-day.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/2113114882976339093" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/2113114882976339093" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/canada-day.html" title="Canada Day" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-805472512204457970</id><published>2009-06-30T17:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:29:51.331-03:00</updated><title type="text">Do You Need A Bag</title><summary type="text">  This blog has been lacking again for awhile. I did not go away, just been busy – again. One of the things most noticeable in this part of Canada (Nova Scotia), is that in the interest of being environmentally friendly, one major grocery chain has started charging five cents each for plastic bags. Another resourceful electronics chain began following the same procedure, asking if you want a bag.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/805472512204457970/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-need-bag.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/805472512204457970" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/805472512204457970" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-need-bag.html" title="Do You Need A Bag" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-1586845656169904099</id><published>2009-06-13T21:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:47:13.613-03:00</updated><title type="text">It Was Two Years Ago Today</title><summary type="text">Life goes on you used to say,And it surely does day after day.But its no fun being aloneDay after day I am on my own.  Two years have gone by so they say,To me it seems like it was yesterday,Yet in another way is seems so long ago,Being alone makes it very hard you know.  One thing I can tell you and it will always be so,Not a day will go by that I won't show,Our love is forever of that you can </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1586845656169904099/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-was-two-years-ago-today.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1586845656169904099" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1586845656169904099" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-was-two-years-ago-today.html" title="It Was Two Years Ago Today" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-7460581990171255931</id><published>2009-06-12T19:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:48:01.070-03:00</updated><title type="text">Dreaming – Watching TV On The Inside of Your Eyelids</title><summary type="text"> I don’t dream much, and I know little about dreams. Experts say we all dream and just don’t know about it. Whenever I do dream and realize it, it is always about something stupid that I can’t remember when I get up. It has been said you only dream in black and white, no colour. Others swear they dream in colour and describe vibrant colours in some of their dreams. If you have other people in </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7460581990171255931/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreaming-watching-tv-on-inside-of-your.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/7460581990171255931" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/7460581990171255931" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreaming-watching-tv-on-inside-of-your.html" title="Dreaming – Watching TV On The Inside of Your Eyelids" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-4893140473501733328</id><published>2009-06-11T22:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:27:07.335-03:00</updated><title type="text">GPS – Have You Updated One – Mio</title><summary type="text">After my positive last week, this one did turn out to be rather negative, especially on the GPS front. Do you have one of those? Neat electronic gadgets that give you directions to within a few feet. Less that a year ago I bought one by Mio, a Moov 300c. Part of the deal of buying it less than a year ago was the 2009 map update would be included, to be sent to you on DVD. 2009 updates were </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4893140473501733328/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/gps-have-you-updated-one-mio.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/4893140473501733328" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/4893140473501733328" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/gps-have-you-updated-one-mio.html" title="GPS – Have You Updated One – Mio" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-4419417833720034000</id><published>2009-06-05T09:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:17:21.789-03:00</updated><title type="text">Positive 6 &gt; TGIF</title><summary type="text">I guess you knew this one was coming. It’s Friday! I’ve heard this for years as it is the end of the work week for a lot of people. Then the weekend arrives with fun time. But some people have to work weekends, so their TGIF may be in the middle of the week on Tuesday or Wednesday. That’s okay so long as they have one. At any rate, TGIF usually signals the end of another hard working week right? </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4419417833720034000/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-6-tgif.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/4419417833720034000" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/4419417833720034000" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-6-tgif.html" title="Positive 6 &amp;gt; TGIF" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-1351439278512990366</id><published>2009-06-04T11:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:56:01.871-03:00</updated><title type="text">Positive 5 &gt; My Computer</title><summary type="text"> My computer is positive to me, isn’t yours? Although almost a necessity today, many still can’t afford a computer or don’t want one. Remember in years gone by TVs were a luxury item, then everyone had one and they appeared in the most unlikely places.   Computers started out the same. No one needs one of those dang things. Now they are close to being a necessity. Getting a job, meeting people, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1351439278512990366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-5-my-computer.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1351439278512990366" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1351439278512990366" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-5-my-computer.html" title="Positive 5 &amp;gt; My Computer" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-2029913344233344502</id><published>2009-06-03T15:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:18:52.174-03:00</updated><title type="text">Positive 4 &gt; Waking Up In The Morning</title><summary type="text">  Continuing with our positive theme this week, waking up in the morning must be positive. Not waking up could be a bummer. I think of all the things I would miss, things that I didn’t get completed yet. Sounds weird you say? Don’t you have things you want to do before you leave forever? Maybe some things will never get done and will always be on the list, but others will be completed and remain </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2029913344233344502/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-4-waking-up-in-morning.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/2029913344233344502" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/2029913344233344502" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-4-waking-up-in-morning.html" title="Positive 4 &amp;gt; Waking Up In The Morning" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-8484884648078086567</id><published>2009-06-02T10:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:24:18.825-03:00</updated><title type="text">Positive 3 &gt; Hummingbirds</title><summary type="text">My fascination of hummingbirds was renewed while visiting a friend last weekend. I don’t think you can find anything any more positive than those little creatures.  Flapping those tiny wings up to 90 times per second with the best aerodynamics in the world. They appear, stop, backup, move forward, sideways, and disappear in such a fluid motion it boggles the mind. They are constantly active and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8484884648078086567/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-3-hummingbirds.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/8484884648078086567" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/8484884648078086567" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-3-hummingbirds.html" title="Positive 3 &amp;gt; Hummingbirds" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-8203964867714508269</id><published>2009-06-01T16:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:14:49.427-03:00</updated><title type="text">Positive 2 &gt; The Plants Grow</title><summary type="text">My father worked at several things throughout his years, but what he loved most was being a farmer. During one of our walks through out the expanse of farm land he related to me how he was always fascinated with the earth, nature and its seeds. From a few measly seeds with a little care and attention, you could produce an abundance of food, in the form of vegetables and fruit. Or should you care </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8203964867714508269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-2-plants-grow.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/8203964867714508269" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/8203964867714508269" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-2-plants-grow.html" title="Positive 2 &amp;gt; The Plants Grow" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-6957455669716664836</id><published>2009-05-31T22:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:54:00.860-03:00</updated><title type="text">Positive 1</title><summary type="text">I promised this week to publish all positive things rather than the usual negative - I will do my best, for one week only.  Times have changed, mostly for the better, and I think this video gives us an idea of just how much and how fast things have changed. Not all are positive, but the majority are.  Things like the use of technology, such as cell phones, text messaging, online dating, internet </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6957455669716664836/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/positive-1.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/6957455669716664836" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/6957455669716664836" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/positive-1.html" title="Positive 1" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-2758101031372666231</id><published>2009-05-30T10:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:18:49.472-03:00</updated><title type="text">Hospital Internet</title><summary type="text">Not everyone knows how to use a computer and the internet these days, but the majority do. Even most seniors are now learning the basics and are able to use email and other means for staying in touch with family and friends. This is especially good when you are not able to get out and about as often as you used to.  Most hospitals include TV rentals now days where you can rent one of those swing </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2758101031372666231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/hospital-internet.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/2758101031372666231" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/2758101031372666231" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/hospital-internet.html" title="Hospital Internet" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-1443379320736706892</id><published>2009-05-28T10:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:49:30.737-03:00</updated><title type="text">PVR</title><summary type="text">PVR stands for Personal Video Recorder as far as I know. You know the kind, your cable company or satellite company will rent one to you for so much per month. Usually you have to rent them because they don’t allow or don’t want you to own it. They don’t make much money that way. I got a call this week asking if I was interested in such an addition to my home entertainment package. Price is one </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1443379320736706892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/pvr.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1443379320736706892" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1443379320736706892" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/pvr.html" title="PVR" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-622899852987855395</id><published>2009-05-24T18:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:15:34.365-03:00</updated><title type="text">It’s Good For You</title><summary type="text">Remember those days when Mom used to say “Take that, it’s good for you,” or eat that, “It’s good for you.” Fact is, usually back in those days it was good for you. Now days we have different people looking out for us, or looking out for our own good. Often under the name “green” which I am  getting sick of hearing constantly. Compact fluorescent bulbs – Won’t be long before many of the country’s </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/622899852987855395/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-good-for-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/622899852987855395" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/622899852987855395" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-good-for-you.html" title="It’s Good For You" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-1782817421336634302</id><published>2009-05-21T10:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:49:38.391-03:00</updated><title type="text">TV Implants</title><summary type="text">I think it started out with making certain upper body parts appear larger than reality. Electronic chips were added, and we moved to pace makers, tracking devices and even carrying our own medical information right inside us for anyone who needs to know that has a reader. Where do these ideas come from? Inventors I guess. Where would we be without the safety pin and stick-it notes?  So I have an </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1782817421336634302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/tv-implants.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1782817421336634302" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1782817421336634302" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/tv-implants.html" title="TV Implants" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-6472636835571624861</id><published>2009-05-20T13:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:08:22.746-03:00</updated><title type="text">Looking At Places Where I Won’t Be Going</title><summary type="text">Follow up Topsy Turvey Tomatoes – Since my last blog entry I received additional emails explaining the Topsy Turvey Tomatoes. Seems according to the pictures, the roots are upside down in a container, and the plants grow down. Wonder if you can do that with dandelions? Would solve my major lawn problem if you could.    Looking At Places – Do you get emails advertising travel destination bargains?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6472636835571624861/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-at-places-where-i-wont-be-going.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/6472636835571624861" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/6472636835571624861" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-at-places-where-i-wont-be-going.html" title="Looking At Places Where I Won’t Be Going" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-1766903959443266156</id><published>2009-05-18T17:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:14:17.639-03:00</updated><title type="text">My latest email : Produce up to 30 lbs of tomatoes per plant</title><summary type="text">“Produce up to 30 lbs of tomatoes per plant - As Seen on TV Topsy Turvey” - - - That’s what the email subject says. I don’t even have to open that one to see the light, I am going no further. Thirty pounds of tomatoes per plant! How big is the trunk on that plant. Is this a new development tomato tree? No wonder they are Topsy Turvey.  For goodness sake, don’t put Miracle Grow on them – they </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1766903959443266156/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-latest-email-produce-up-to-30-lbs-of.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1766903959443266156" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1766903959443266156" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-latest-email-produce-up-to-30-lbs-of.html" title="My latest email : Produce up to 30 lbs of tomatoes per plant" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-1879863085697423649</id><published>2009-05-15T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:26:43.194-03:00</updated><title type="text">Unconditional Love</title><summary type="text"> Do you have a pet? I hope you do. Many kinds of animals can be a pet but I am referring mostly to cats and dogs here. (Some people can be pets too, but we won’t get into that.) I have always loved animals since my days way back on the farm when I was a young fellow. And for most of my years we had a pet as part of our family. Yes, they become part of the family and only those who have pets can </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1879863085697423649/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/unconditional-love.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1879863085697423649" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/1879863085697423649" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/unconditional-love.html" title="Unconditional Love" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138676.post-6341233271484336496</id><published>2009-05-14T16:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:54:18.341-03:00</updated><title type="text">Exit On-Ramps</title><summary type="text">“There are two exits that have on-ramps along the 45-kilometre pass, at Londonderry and Glenholme.” This was a recent comment in one of our local newspaper articles. I think I am being confused again. “There are two exits that have on-ramps.”   Let me see, does that make it an exit? Or does that make it an on-ramp, which would be an entrance, wouldn’t it?  If you exit an on-ramp you would be </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6341233271484336496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/exit-on-ramps.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/6341233271484336496" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6138676/posts/default/6341233271484336496" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sammidoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/exit-on-ramps.html" title="Exit On-Ramps" /><author><name>Sam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01009587242346764553" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
