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    <title>My Hometown</title>
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    <lastBuildDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:20:05 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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    <category>Friends</category>
    <category>Families</category>
    <category>Satire</category>
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      <title>Kid Speak</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2007 16:19:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I was working on a 4th of July video the other day in my downstairs office, when my three year old grandson paid me a visit.
What ya' doin' grandpa?&quot; He asked. 
Making a video.&quot; I replied.
I was putting the final touches on a video presentation for a Developer friend of mine-a tour of his latest build. As the video progressed, Cody pointed to each and every image informing me his dad had built it. Of course I had to tell the tyke that his dad did not build the house on the video, but he insisted.
After continually telling him that his dad did not build the house, nor was he in the video,... (more)</description>
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      <title>Birds of a Feather</title>
      <link>http://bluemooncafe.blogdrive.com/archive/639.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 16:06:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Does anyone recall those little wooden birds ou used to buy at the department stores. They were made oa a stock and a ball of wood for a head and had a feather stuck up their arse. When you pushed their heads down, they were counterbalnced to rock back and forth as if drinking water from a bowl.
Anyway...
This morning, I awoke early...(As in every cotton pickin&quot; AM around here), to the sounds of screaming little meanies...(Grandkids :)
As I walked into the kitchen, all the tiny terrors of Popsville were gathered around the kitchen table, tiny bowls of Lucky Charms in front of them. As is... (more)</description>
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      <title>Halloweenie is alive and well at HD</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 15:49:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Orange Aprons rejoice!!!
Just in time for the annual Spook Festival is all us underpaid, overworked, highly ambitious Orange Apron look alikes...I often find myself, standing in front of the Halloweenie Display, face contorted, arms outstreched, trying to scare the heck out of unsuspecting passerby's.
Looking more like one of the evil, yellow toothed, grey haired old men, whom pop out regularly at young children and adults alike-from atop a display shelf, I find myself  both amused and horrified. 
At one side of the aisle, is the Halloween display. A mummy stands guard, high atop an... (more)</description>
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      <title>Ridin' Shotgun-Part Two</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 04:27:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;Oh dad!...You were a kid once, remember?
I had to think long and hard about my younger days, but then it hit me. I think I was a bit older than my three year old grandson, when I received my first gun(s)...
It's hard to go that far back in time, but the best I recollect, I was probably around four or five years of age. I do recall that I had a passion for all things with four legs-meaning horses...
Maybe it was dad's tales of building a house for the legendary TV cowboy-Randolph Scott, or several trips to movie sets, where dad recounted his early childhood cowboy stars such as Tom Mix,... (more)</description>
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      <title>Ridin' Shotgun-1 of 2</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 04:30:39 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The grandkiddies have been gone for a week now. The wife and I had just got rid of one, but gained the other three back tonight...Oh well....so much for peace and quiet.
I had just finished supper, and was laying back in my lazy chair, when I heard a familar voice.
&quot;GRANPA!, GRANPA!...I got a sewgun.&quot;
Tired and half asleep, I ignored the little bugger as he dashed pass me into the kitchen to eat his happy meal with the rest of the herd.
&quot;Did Cody, show his shotgun to you yet,&quot; My son blurted out.
&quot;NO!!! What do you mean, a shotgun.
Just then the little guy popped into the living in... (more)</description>
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      <title>Pink Puddin'</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 15:18:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>While sitting in the lunchroom the other day, a young lady-one of the cashiers, and I were having a conversation. Whilst in the middle of said talk, she pried off the foil lid of a small cup of yogurt. A loud pop-similar to a firecracker went off, and next thing I knew she was covered in purple colored yogurt. 
We all had a good laugh at her expense, lol!
I then recounted my lunchroom antics of several weeks ago. I am into this diet yogurt trend for some odd reason. Between regular looking cups of this yogurt goo...the wife slipped in one that was shaped like an upside down cone. What I... (more)</description>
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      <title>Take it off-Conclusion</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 03:11:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>About fifteen minutes later, I spotted the elderly gentleman and his wife, as they came back out the front door of Home Depot. They immediately headed back towards the weedeater.
I watched as the old man, lifted up the machine again, some twenty minutes after his initial inspection.  I focused on his movements as he swapped the weedeater end to end and inspected the line. 
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I left the comfort of my shade and sauntered out into the hundred degree sun to get a fix on the situation.
&quot;Did you find a similar weedeater inside?&quot; I asked. 
&quot;We found some... (more)</description>
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      <title>If she takes that off....Part 2</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 03:35:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>At some point, I spotted an elderly gentelman pushing a shopping cart, his wife in tow. Opposite the tent I was in, was an open display with such things as lawn mowers, power washers and a lone weedeater.
Between giving away coupons for the Tuff Shed BBQ drawing, and watching to ensure product did not &quot;WALK&quot; off from the lot, I kept an eye on the interesting couple next to me.
The elderly gentleman bent down, picked up the weedeater, turned it this way and that, then turned to his wife asked her a series of questions. 
&quot;The tag says it was $89.00 but now it's listed for $59.00. Do you... (more)</description>
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      <title>If she takes it off.....</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 05:11:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Home Depot, Adventure #1:
The other day, while hiding...er....sitting in my self-imposed four walled cell of a Kitchen cabinet design center, I was handily dispatched...or what they called in the Air Force, &quot;VOLUNTEERED.&quot; for a special assignment. 
&quot;Hey Pops,&quot; Bob-one of our esteemed department heads asked. How would you like to sit outside in the fresh air and get a suntan for a few hours....?&quot;
Well...you didn't have to hit me over the head with a shovel, or ask me twice. Being an old carpenter and fisherman/hunter...I always love a chance to get outdoors. It hasn't been in my nature... (more)</description>
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      <title>Chair Wars...</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 05:23:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I showed up for work the other day, prepared to go into the training room at Home Depot, and continue my non-stop, incessant computer training, by watching flash videos of various things such as warranties, cashiering and the rest. God knows Home Depot needs help, but why or why do they put a 38 year carpenter on 20 hours of cashier training is beyond this old fart!
I assumed, (Unlike my old military Sargeant whom said not to assume anything), that the room would be all to myself, but I was wrong. Six fresh faces lined the training tables, with their Orange Home Depot Kits neatly arranged in... (more)</description>
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