<?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-253731754784728570</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:16:26.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sprenkliest</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyone else has a blog; why not me?

Featuring a fun cast of characters: Sydney, Dad, Jessie, Frank, and Andy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SS</name><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>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8527299855132495894</id><published>2010-08-01T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T09:57:32.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story from Sydney's Return</title><content type='html'>Dad reminded me of the night Sydney returned after being missing for more than 48 hours.  I had gone to sleep, but Dad stayed up.  It was 2 a.m., and Sydney came to the back patio door, which is near Dad's computer.  Sydney yelled to be let in, and Dad couldn't believe that it was really her that time because he had heard her before but she wasn't really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad knocked on my bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Do you want to see a hungry cat eat?&lt;br /&gt;Me, waking up slowly: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Do you want to see a hungry cat eat?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it Sydney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad thought that was a funny question.  I was going to be really annoyed if he was waking me up to show me a YouTube video.  I shouldn't be responsible for what I say when being woken up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8527299855132495894?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8527299855132495894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8527299855132495894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8527299855132495894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8527299855132495894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2010/08/story-from-sydneys-return.html' title='A Story from Sydney&apos;s Return'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8607039226905470034</id><published>2009-12-31T11:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:13:29.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explaining the Card</title><content type='html'>I got a few questions about our card--if it is PhotoShopped.  Nope, it's all real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.naturalbridgezoo.com/"&gt;Natural Bridge Zoo&lt;/a&gt; in early September, and they had 2 tiger cubs, both female.  One was a rare white tiger; the other an extremely rare "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_tabby"&gt;Golden Tabby&lt;/a&gt;".  As you see, we had our picture taken with the white tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby tigers are pampered during this time, so they love to get their pictures taken.  The white tiger cub was eager to jump in our laps to get the bottle.  She put her paw on Frank's hand, and it wasn't much smaller.  She wasn't very soft, which surprised me.  Her fur was kind of wiry.  It was quite an experience that lasted about 30 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site now only mentions the white tiger.  I wonder what happened to the Golden Tabby cub.  Since the Golden Tabby was so rare, I wouldn't be surprised if they sold it to a larger zoo or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to bug Frank to post his movies of the tigers getting baths.  They complained less than Sydney does when she gets a bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8607039226905470034?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8607039226905470034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8607039226905470034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8607039226905470034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8607039226905470034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/12/explaining-card.html' title='Explaining the Card'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8138964606370657980</id><published>2009-12-24T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:29:48.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SzPdNk_6puI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rdFi78DwGCk/s1600-h/christmas_card2009.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SzPdNk_6puI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rdFi78DwGCk/s400/christmas_card2009.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418918001996637922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8138964606370657980?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8138964606370657980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8138964606370657980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8138964606370657980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8138964606370657980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SzPdNk_6puI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rdFi78DwGCk/s72-c/christmas_card2009.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6834041305777606882</id><published>2009-12-03T10:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:34:50.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does the Cat Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spectrum.ieee.org/slideshow/geek-life/hands-on/kookoo-the-gpsenabled-kitty"&gt;Using GPS to Monitor Your Cat Slideshow/Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is a little long, but it appealed to my geeky side, which rarely shows itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6834041305777606882?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6834041305777606882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6834041305777606882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6834041305777606882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6834041305777606882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-does-cat-go.html' title='Where Does the Cat Go?'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7683800904275774544</id><published>2009-09-25T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:15:50.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Guest Star Appearance</title><content type='html'>(It's a dream note, but I'll keep it short.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it fun when your dream features someone you haven't seen in a really long time.  For example, you're on a subway, and you're trying to dodge some creep who is hitting on you, and you run into XXX, who you haven't see since you graduated from college 10 years ago.  The dream audience cheers and whistles as the special guest comes on screen and your guest has to pause a bit until the cheers die down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, you exchange phone numbers because he doesn't want you to get lost on the subway.  But it takes forever because you can't find his phone number on the phone screen he shows you and when you do find it, you can't copy it because the numbers keep changing.  (Your brain can't fake a number?  Or just can't remember a number long enough?)  You're frustrated and you start to realize that it is a dream and begin to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was good to see XXX.  He hasn't changed a bit in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.  See, that wasn't too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7683800904275774544?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7683800904275774544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7683800904275774544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7683800904275774544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7683800904275774544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/09/special-guest-star-appearance.html' title='Special Guest Star Appearance'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7578528314451251512</id><published>2009-08-23T18:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:39:32.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxymoron?</title><content type='html'>I read an ad in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Glamour&lt;/span&gt; that says "state-of-the-art, vintage technology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's possible if the state of the art hasn't changed, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this an oxymoron?  Or, does it just not make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7578528314451251512?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7578528314451251512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7578528314451251512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7578528314451251512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7578528314451251512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/08/oxymoron.html' title='Oxymoron?'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3467989463427833140</id><published>2009-08-05T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:24:08.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbon Footprint Calculator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spectrum.ieee.org/static/carbon-calculator-2009"&gt;Carbon Footprint Calculator&lt;/a&gt; -- from IEEE, not sponsored by someone selling carbon offsets.  I haven't played yet because I don't have access to my electric bills, but I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3467989463427833140?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3467989463427833140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3467989463427833140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3467989463427833140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3467989463427833140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/08/carbon-footprint-calculator.html' title='Carbon Footprint Calculator'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1093920068217297354</id><published>2009-06-26T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:29:43.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How My Boyfriend Shows He Likes Me</title><content type='html'>An email from Frank: "Did you leave yet?  I have a table reserved at Friendly's for 7:30."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-1093920068217297354?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/1093920068217297354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=1093920068217297354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1093920068217297354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1093920068217297354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-my-boyfriend-shows-he-likes-me.html' title='How My Boyfriend Shows He Likes Me'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3353741864668907098</id><published>2009-06-26T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:26:13.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of a List</title><content type='html'>Pairs of famous people who died on the same day, from Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Adams and Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;Jim Henson and Sammy Davis, Jr&lt;br /&gt;Davy Crockett and Jim Bowie&lt;br /&gt;Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3353741864668907098?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3353741864668907098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3353741864668907098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3353741864668907098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3353741864668907098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-of-list.html' title='The Start of a List'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7854546016359007555</id><published>2009-06-25T19:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:11:15.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Rant</title><content type='html'>At a recent research group gathering, several people didn't know who David Lee Roth was.  Not that I'm biggest fan, but I know who he is.  I joked that I was going to have a series of lectures on pop culture.  Today, I explained that David Lee Roth is the lead singer of Van Halen.  The response: "Who is Van Halen?"  The top songs I came up with by Van Halen were "Jump" and "Right Now".  Emily piped up, "You Really Got Me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  That's not Van Halen.  It took me awhile to come up with The Kinks as the originator of that song.  (I'm disappointed in myself too.)  I didn't know (or at least remember) that Van Halen had a cover of the Kinks' song.  Emily insisted that the Van Halen version was the famous one.  What?!?  I'm not sure how to measure that, but it just seems wrong to call that song a Van Halen song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for the lyrics to a Christmas song on the Web, and the first page that came up was one that was titled "Hanson Lyrics".  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily said that she likes some remakes better than the original.  I suggested Madonna's "American Pie", which Emily claimed she had never heard.  YouTube to the rescue, and she was scarred for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7854546016359007555?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7854546016359007555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7854546016359007555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7854546016359007555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7854546016359007555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-rant.html' title='Today&apos;s Rant'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6463451693973941904</id><published>2009-06-25T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:16:26.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers Sequel</title><content type='html'>A while ago, I saw the trailer for the Transformers sequel with a friend.  The trailer started with Shia going to college and the Transformer said something mildly amusing.  And then the action starts.  My friend was a little disappointed in the movie.  He thought it was going to be a buddy comedy: Shia goes to college with his robot friend and hilarity ensues.  Maybe that can be the next sequel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6463451693973941904?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6463451693973941904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6463451693973941904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6463451693973941904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6463451693973941904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-sequel.html' title='Transformers Sequel'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4867693743158411403</id><published>2009-06-15T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:28:10.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea, Get Fuzzy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://comics.com/get_fuzzy/2009-06-14/"&gt;Get Fuzzy Made Me Laugh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4867693743158411403?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4867693743158411403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4867693743158411403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4867693743158411403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4867693743158411403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/06/yea-get-fuzzy.html' title='Yea, Get Fuzzy!'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8261993141524516336</id><published>2009-06-02T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:22:44.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Attack</title><content type='html'>Frank and I explored a local park last weekend.  We took a little path along the river.  There were stacks of hay on the trail.  I'm not sure for what.  Frank was walking in front of me.  Suddenly, he gasps and spins, which makes me gasp and jump backwards.  It was a squirrel.  A squirrel.  It was behind a hay stack, eating something and didn't seem to notice or care that we were coming.  The squirrel ran up a tree next to the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teased Frank, "A squirrel?"  He said, "It was going to kill us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, Frank made a bunch of noise so the squirrel knew we were coming.  I reminded him that squirrel wasn't afraid of us, and we knew where the squirrel was this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8261993141524516336?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8261993141524516336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8261993141524516336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8261993141524516336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8261993141524516336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/06/sneak-attack.html' title='Sneak Attack'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6829772940633784711</id><published>2009-05-24T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:10:09.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Family</title><content type='html'>My dad's cousin Julie had a birthday party for her mom, my dad's Aunt Norma.  Aunt Norma turned 80!  My sister is a big fan of Aunt Norma, so she was bummed she couldn't attend.  (Jessie lives in Der Fatherland, Germany.)  Dad told Aunt Norma that Jessie would have attended if she had more notice (so it was Julie's fault that Jessie didn't attend).  Aunt Norma said, "80 years wasn't enough notice?"   oooo, burn!  Aunt Norma's last name may be Wise but she's all Sprenkle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6829772940633784711?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6829772940633784711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6829772940633784711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6829772940633784711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6829772940633784711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-family.html' title='In the Family'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-2850854320517026479</id><published>2009-05-15T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:30:45.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unuseful Translation</title><content type='html'>When I'm going to need to have to translate this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish:  Tu gato parece muy alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English:  Your cat seems very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transparent Language doesn't know my cat at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-2850854320517026479?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/2850854320517026479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=2850854320517026479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2850854320517026479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2850854320517026479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/05/unusful-translation.html' title='Unuseful Translation'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-5769467274724448528</id><published>2009-04-15T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:27:31.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can It Be True?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nfl.fanhouse.com/2009/04/15/greg-paulus-visits-ann-arbor-may-transfer-to-michigan-for-footb/"&gt;Greg Paulus Visits Ann Arbor, May Transfer to Michigan for Football&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with my dad's take on the story, but he also backs up his thoughts: "I had heard that there was a chance that Greg Paulus would be drafted as a quarterback. That seemed unlikely when I heard it, and I think it's a story because it makes a good story. I doubt that the NCAA will let him play college football. I remember Art Schlichter who was a quarterback at Ohio State and with the Colts. At some point, he decided to go back to college and play basketball. The NCAA said he had already used his eligibility."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-5769467274724448528?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/5769467274724448528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=5769467274724448528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5769467274724448528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5769467274724448528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-it-be-true.html' title='Can It Be True?'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8859991837819500398</id><published>2009-03-20T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:06:00.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Revelation</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I found out that Frank doesn't like Oreos.  He claims they are his least favorite cookies.  This may be a relationship breaker.  I'm pretty sure that's one of the first questions they ask at eHarmony to determine cookie compatibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8859991837819500398?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8859991837819500398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8859991837819500398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8859991837819500398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8859991837819500398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/03/relationship-revelation.html' title='Relationship Revelation'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-5978091079019555751</id><published>2009-03-19T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:22:25.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pick for Best Quote of the NCAA Tournament</title><content type='html'>"This is the guy who has to get it done for Binghamton.  He’s their CPU if this is a computer…. He’s the operating system…. He’s the processing unit, the one that makes everything happen."&lt;br /&gt;-- Clark Kellogg on Emanuel Mayben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-5978091079019555751?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/5978091079019555751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=5978091079019555751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5978091079019555751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5978091079019555751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-pick-for-best-quote-of-ncaa.html' title='My Pick for Best Quote of the NCAA Tournament'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7415894441642758424</id><published>2009-03-12T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:40:49.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Roommate, Like Roommate</title><content type='html'>Sydney and I are so much alike.  We both are competitive and hate to lose.  When we sense that we're losing, we grab our opponent and bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7415894441642758424?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7415894441642758424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7415894441642758424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7415894441642758424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7415894441642758424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-roommate-like-roommate.html' title='Like Roommate, Like Roommate'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4715435249845460467</id><published>2009-02-28T16:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:22:17.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poster in My Bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2009/2/87%20Steve%20Martin%20Ironing%20a%20Kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve Martin Ironing a Kitten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4715435249845460467?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4715435249845460467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4715435249845460467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4715435249845460467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4715435249845460467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-poster-in-my-bedroom.html' title='New Poster in My Bedroom'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1123424551569585196</id><published>2009-02-23T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:16:59.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New One</title><content type='html'>Dad reports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I started taking a grammar course. Since it's such a chore to try to take these courses, I decided to skip the instruction and just take the tests. The first test was on sentence fragments and subject/verb agreement. I only got 1 question wrong. There was a hypothetical question about a guy taking a grammar course and the results he might expect. There were 5 answers, and there could be more than 1 answer. One went something like, "His colleagues may appreciate his effort." I was torn, but since it said may, I picked it, but the computer told me I was wrong. That's a bit disappointing. "No way will his coworkers appreciate his effort. Doing well in this course is like wetting your pants while wearing a dark suit: You get a warm feeling, but nobody notices." Well, it didn't say that exactly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard many of Dad's lines many, many times.  (Like that my mom and dad considered combining their last names to "Stinkle", but he can't remember why they decided against it.)  This one about the warm feeling, I don't remember hearing before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-1123424551569585196?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/1123424551569585196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=1123424551569585196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1123424551569585196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1123424551569585196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-one.html' title='A New One'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6006248473644036995</id><published>2009-02-10T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:46:52.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprising stories behind 20 Muppet characters</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure the stories are so surprising.  I liked the story about Bert and Ernie best.  Boring can be interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/02/10/mf.muppet.favorites.stories/index.html?eref=rss_us"&gt;The Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6006248473644036995?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6006248473644036995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6006248473644036995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6006248473644036995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6006248473644036995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprising-stories-behind-20-muppet.html' title='Surprising stories behind 20 Muppet characters'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8835428526332491332</id><published>2009-02-01T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:46:19.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fight Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cs.wlu.edu/~sprenkle/personal/Syd-EntertainmentCenter/Syd-EntertainmentCenter-Images/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8835428526332491332?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8835428526332491332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8835428526332491332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8835428526332491332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8835428526332491332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-fight-cat.html' title='My Fight Cat'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-809495879519497481</id><published>2009-01-29T19:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:57:56.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeopardy!</title><content type='html'>I nearly swept the Double &lt;i&gt;Jeopardy!&lt;/i&gt; category of Classic TV Drama Episodes.  The TV dramas were &lt;i&gt;Bonanza&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;CSI&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Dynasty&lt;/i&gt; (the one I missed), and &lt;i&gt;China Beach&lt;/i&gt;.  The &lt;i&gt;China Beach&lt;/i&gt; one surprised me; I don't think I've ever seen that episode.  No one else got it or &lt;i&gt;CSI&lt;/i&gt;.  Nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also swept the Prime Numbers category, but it was ridiculously easy. The last one was "81, 85, 89".  If you couldn't figure out that you have to pick which is the prime number, well, I can't help you.  If it was "81, 87, 89", that would have been a better challenge.  You shouldn't have one that ends in 5 and one that adds up to 9.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-809495879519497481?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/809495879519497481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=809495879519497481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/809495879519497481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/809495879519497481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/01/jeopardy.html' title='Jeopardy!'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-9049928284599392102</id><published>2009-01-27T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:36:31.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discover The Power of Carrots</title><content type='html'>Link thanks to (blamed on?) Jessie: &lt;a href="http://www.carrotmuseum.co.uk/today.html"&gt;Carrots in Today's World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-9049928284599392102?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/9049928284599392102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=9049928284599392102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/9049928284599392102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/9049928284599392102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/01/discover-power-of-carrots.html' title='Discover The Power of Carrots'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1086951809122821153</id><published>2009-01-19T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:05:51.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of An Error</title><content type='html'>Dad wrote: I hope you are never happier to see a President leave office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-1086951809122821153?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/1086951809122821153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=1086951809122821153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1086951809122821153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1086951809122821153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-error.html' title='End of An Error'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-407121083947237712</id><published>2009-01-18T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:13:23.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories of My Life that I Didn't Know Happened</title><content type='html'>I talked to Andy yesterday, and he reminisced about the time Philip Rivers (now of the San Diego Chargers) was next to us at a Better Than Ezra concert.  I asked him to repeat this a couple of times because it didn't sound familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: "Don't you remember those two tall guys near us?"  Nooo, I do remember someone with a cigarette that I had to dodge to not get burnt.  Me: "Why was Philip Rivers there?"  Andy: "He played for NC State."  Me: "He played for NC State?"  Andy: "Argh!" or something along those lines.  He was pretty frustrated (rightfully so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and I can't figure out when we attended the concert.  Somewhere around 2001, maybe.  It was after BTE released the album &lt;i&gt;Closer&lt;/i&gt;, which is my favorite BTE album.  BTE played some songs from that album.  I was impressed because the crowd sang along with the new stuff, which meant that they were real BTE fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is pretty cool.  I wish I remembered it happening.  I wonder if I remembered this as being a significant event around the time it happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-407121083947237712?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/407121083947237712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=407121083947237712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/407121083947237712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/407121083947237712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/01/stories-of-my-life-that-i-didnt-know.html' title='Stories of My Life that I Didn&apos;t Know Happened'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-495053041173736388</id><published>2009-01-07T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:10:29.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of the Economy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/news/columnists/celia_rivenbark/story/707810.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Days&lt;/i&gt; stars' exit sure sign of recession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't agree with her take on John as "studly", but I appreciated her comparison of the economy and Stefano Dimera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-495053041173736388?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/495053041173736388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=495053041173736388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/495053041173736388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/495053041173736388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/01/signs-of-economy.html' title='Signs of the Economy'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1659679356649675706</id><published>2009-01-04T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:59:57.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slinky Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=899&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt; 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I said, "No one wants that crap!"  Frank said, angrily, "My dad makes all those cookies.  What is she supposed to do?"  I said, "I was talking about the trays.  No one wants the Christmas trays.  She could just use red plastic wrap or something ...  Why did you think 'that crap' was referring to your dad's cookies?"  Frank cracked up and couldn't explain his response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6064393361362984112?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6064393361362984112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6064393361362984112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6064393361362984112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6064393361362984112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-crap.html' title='That Crap'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6791569862094610931</id><published>2009-01-01T20:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:26:45.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>I thought about it a long time: what do I want to improve?  After much reflection, I decided that my New Year's Resolution is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To continue being perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6791569862094610931?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6791569862094610931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6791569862094610931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6791569862094610931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6791569862094610931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3829895345042861836</id><published>2009-01-01T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:08:03.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Update on My Injury</title><content type='html'>My cut is much less noticeable now.  I don't think it will scar.  It was tense for a little while, but Sydney and I friends again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3829895345042861836?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3829895345042861836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3829895345042861836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3829895345042861836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3829895345042861836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/01/brief-update-on-my-injury.html' title='Brief Update on My Injury'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3889329526910027264</id><published>2009-01-01T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:02:36.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Local Celeb Sighting</title><content type='html'>Frank and I went to the Olive Garden yesterday for lunch to use a gift card.  We saw &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.crandalllaw.com/"&gt;Daniel L. Crandall&lt;/a&gt;--the lawyer from the local TV commercials who helps people who have been accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank was waiting for me to come out of the bathroom.  When I came out of the bathroom, I saw DLC right away.  I turned to Frank, who was oh-so-subtly gesturing with his head toward DLC.  He's not as cool as I am when seeing local celebrities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3889329526910027264?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3889329526910027264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3889329526910027264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3889329526910027264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3889329526910027264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2009/01/local-celeb-sighting.html' title='Local Celeb Sighting'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6645225441001775018</id><published>2008-12-29T20:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:37:58.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy Ending to the Trip</title><content type='html'>I'm back in VA.  Sydney was uncooperative when I tried to put her in her carrier to go into the apartment.  As I tried to zip her up, she turned and scratched me in the face and even my inner bottom lip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Frank couldn't get her in the carrier either, we just let her out of the car and hoped she would run inside.  Eventually, she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this doesn't scar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SVmAZqzCVPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Py15p2kny74/s1600-h/aftermath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SVmAZqzCVPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Py15p2kny74/s320/aftermath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285396816169424114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not showing my inner bottom lip.  Lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bactine numbs your tongue pretty good if you accidentally get it in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the scratch looks a lot brighter red than in the picture.  (But I'm a drama queen.)  I'm wearing a band-aid so that the scratch isn't so obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6645225441001775018?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6645225441001775018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6645225441001775018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6645225441001775018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6645225441001775018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/12/unhappy-ending-to-trip.html' title='Unhappy Ending to the Trip'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SVmAZqzCVPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Py15p2kny74/s72-c/aftermath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8296042242341744461</id><published>2008-12-28T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:22:40.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Line of Gaggers</title><content type='html'>Family "secrets" come out around Christmas.  Siblings get together and talk, and the younger generation learns things they did not know.  Some things I knew already but it's fun: my Great-Grandpa Sprenkle had three women to choose from when he married my Great-Grandma Sprenkle.  How did he narrow the list to three?  Those were the only three women that he had impregnated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that my very tough Aunt Cinny and my Great Aunt Norma also have quick gag reflexes.  Norma's husband Bob had to come home at lunch to change their daughter's diapers.  Not just the dirty ones, also the wet ones.  Norma said, "People always said it would be different with your children, but that's not true."  I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norma is proud to hear that I carry on that tradition: gagging even when people just tell stories with too many details.  Glad I make someone proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8296042242341744461?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8296042242341744461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8296042242341744461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8296042242341744461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8296042242341744461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-line-of-gaggers.html' title='A Long Line of Gaggers'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4378996253994216878</id><published>2008-12-28T21:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:24:17.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>80,000 Miles</title><content type='html'>The Sprinter passed 80,000 miles today!  The Sprinter is almost 9.5 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4378996253994216878?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4378996253994216878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4378996253994216878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4378996253994216878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4378996253994216878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/12/80000-miles.html' title='80,000 Miles'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7389402745677274157</id><published>2008-12-25T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:20:51.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Christian Saved Christmas</title><content type='html'>Jessie was making seafood chowder (a Christmas tradition) and couldn't find the chicken bouillon we had just bought.  We looked throughout the kitchen and the dining room.  No luck.  So, Christian took to the garbage.  He went out into the garage and started digging.  He came back unsuccessful.  Jessie knew that some Old Bay was also thrown out, and he hadn't found it, so he went back to the garbage to find either Old Bay or bouillon.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Success!&lt;/span&gt;  Christian found the bouillon, and Jessie made the yummy seafood chowder.  Thus, Christian saved Christmas.  Horray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was at the butcher shop earlier this week.  He noted that the butcher shop was going to be closed Christmas.  He asked, "What if Scrooge wants to buy a goose that day?"  The worker didn't acknowledge Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Merry Christmas to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7389402745677274157?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7389402745677274157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7389402745677274157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7389402745677274157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7389402745677274157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-christian-saved-christmas.html' title='How Christian Saved Christmas'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6580161259378416682</id><published>2008-12-12T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:52:04.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Feeling</title><content type='html'>Frank was imagining what it's like being Sydney: spending most of your life in that groggy, just-waking-up state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what that feeling is?  It's something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SUM_VA_vC8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4-E9epmkNYQ/s1600-h/devil_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SUM_VA_vC8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4-E9epmkNYQ/s320/devil_cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279132818485480386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6580161259378416682?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6580161259378416682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6580161259378416682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6580161259378416682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6580161259378416682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-feeling.html' title='That Feeling'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SUM_VA_vC8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4-E9epmkNYQ/s72-c/devil_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6091862162901557967</id><published>2008-11-24T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:14:19.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation with My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;  My blood sugar was 211.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Is that high?  What did you have for breakfast?  Sugar pops and ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;  No.  I had... What's that called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What?  You couldn't come up with "eggs"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; No-oo!  It was those things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Hot pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom didn't understand that she had made the conversation funny by filling in the wrong word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6091862162901557967?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6091862162901557967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6091862162901557967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6091862162901557967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6091862162901557967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/11/conversation-with-my-parents.html' title='A Conversation with My Parents'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7149755970832659101</id><published>2008-11-24T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:11:08.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation with Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; [Jamie] has 3 dogs and I don't know how many cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh.  I didn't know Jamie had cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes, he has 5 of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7149755970832659101?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7149755970832659101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7149755970832659101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7149755970832659101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7149755970832659101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/11/conversation-with-grandma.html' title='A Conversation with Grandma'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1906059564847981906</id><published>2008-11-07T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:26:37.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Thinks [sic] Never Last</title><content type='html'>Frank emailed me with the title as the subject line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Well, it finally happened.  Your cat barked in the cat cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually happened (Sydney barfed in the Cat Cave, a.k.a, the office closet) isn't as cool as what he wrote.  Frank was hitting the 'k' key pretty hard that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typos are funny.  I'm glad I never have them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-1906059564847981906?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/1906059564847981906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=1906059564847981906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1906059564847981906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1906059564847981906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-thinks-sic-never-last.html' title='Good Thinks [sic] Never Last'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7195891963738877829</id><published>2008-10-13T22:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:54:16.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated</title><content type='html'>Dad made a cd of songs about late musicians.  I'm posting the songs on the cd to enlighten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The format is song title, artist name, and then in parentheses who the song is dedicated to.  (This isn't formatted as well as I'd like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Rock And Roll Heaven"&lt;/span&gt;   The Righteous Brothers (various - rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Who's Gonna Fill Their Shoes" &lt;/span&gt;   George Jones (various - country)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Six Strings Down" &lt;/span&gt;   Jimmie Vaughan, Eric Clapton, Bonnie Raitt, Robert Cray, B.B. King, Buddy Guy, Dr. John, Art Neville (various - blues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Me and the Wildwood Rose"&lt;/span&gt;    Carlene Carter (Mother Maybelle Carter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Sir Duke"&lt;/span&gt;   Stevie Wonder (Duke Ellington)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The Ride"&lt;/span&gt;    David Allan Coe (Hank Williams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Buddy's Song"&lt;/span&gt;    Bobby Vee (Buddy Holly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Three Stars"&lt;/span&gt;    Eddie Cochran (Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, The Big Bopper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The King Is Gone"&lt;/span&gt;    Ronnie McDowell (Elvis Presley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Nightshift" &lt;/span&gt;   Commodores (Marvin Gaye, Jackie Wilson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Tunic (Song For Karen)"&lt;/span&gt;    Sonic Youth (Karen Carpenter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Free Bird [studio]"&lt;/span&gt;    Lynyrd Skynyrd (Duane Allman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Brickyard Road"&lt;/span&gt;    Johnny Van Zant (Ronnie Van Zant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"SRV"&lt;/span&gt;    Angela Strehli (Stevie Ray Vaughan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I'll Be Missing You"&lt;/span&gt;   Puff Daddy (Biggie Smalls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Lord, I Wonder"&lt;/span&gt;    Katie Webster (various - blues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I Dreamed Of A Hillbilly Heaven"&lt;/span&gt;    Tex Ritter (various - country)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the singers are no longer with us. Eddie Cochran died very young in a car crash. Ronnie Van Zant was the lead singer for Skynyrd, and then his brother Johnny sang about him. Who's Gonna Fill Their Shoes mentions some people who were alive at the time the song was recorded but are gone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7195891963738877829?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7195891963738877829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7195891963738877829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7195891963738877829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7195891963738877829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/10/dedicated.html' title='Dedicated'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4012601876320857644</id><published>2008-10-13T18:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:03:20.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Child</title><content type='html'>Are you familiar with the poem "Monday's Child"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's child is fair of face,&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's child is full of grace,&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's child is full of woe,&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's child has far to go.&lt;br /&gt;Friday's child is loving and giving,&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's child works hard for a living,&lt;br /&gt;And the child that is born on the Sabbath Day,&lt;br /&gt;Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom always liked this poem because she was born on Sunday.  I was born on Tuesday, which, according to the poem, should mean that I am graceful.  I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday on my walk into school with a professor from the French department, I fell.  I skinned my knee and rolled my ankle.  I didn't realize the extent of the injuries until later.  My pride was too hurt to notice the physical pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said, "It really upsets me that all those years of dance lessons did not have any reflection in your ability to walk without mishap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think how frequently I'd fall if I hadn't taken dance lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4012601876320857644?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4012601876320857644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4012601876320857644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4012601876320857644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4012601876320857644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesdays-child.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Child'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6316980739717541651</id><published>2008-10-08T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:56:27.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SO1IafaAWVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uH1komgFUzM/s1600-h/plant_injures_children_headline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SO1IafaAWVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uH1komgFUzM/s320/plant_injures_children_headline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254935960155609426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Andy.  I'm not the only one injured by plants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6316980739717541651?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6316980739717541651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6316980739717541651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6316980739717541651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6316980739717541651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/10/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SO1IafaAWVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uH1komgFUzM/s72-c/plant_injures_children_headline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8073751436713222562</id><published>2008-10-04T18:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:54:53.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baseball Manager Philosophy</title><content type='html'>I'm no Ray "The Genius" Miller, but here's some of what I'd do if I were the manager of an MLB baseball team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;If my starting pitcher has a rough start, getting lit up by the opposing team, I'd start him the next game.  Why should he dwell on the loss?  No need to "rest his arm".  Get him right back out there.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;If my pitcher wins, he gets the week off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8073751436713222562?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8073751436713222562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8073751436713222562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8073751436713222562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8073751436713222562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-baseball-manager-philosophy.html' title='My Baseball Manager Philosophy'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4111992725147974107</id><published>2008-09-22T21:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:08:05.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mnemonics</title><content type='html'>Today in class, we were talking about mnemonics, and I used the example of "My Very Educated Mother Just Sent Us Nine Pizzas" to remember the planets' names in order.  The students had never heard that.  I thought maybe it was because they didn't learn Pluto as a planet, but they said that changed after they learned the planets.  They also said that they never had to learn the planets in order.  What are they teaching kids these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old when the students and I don't even have mnemonics in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, turns out Frank doesn't know it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4111992725147974107?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4111992725147974107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4111992725147974107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4111992725147974107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4111992725147974107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/09/mnemonics.html' title='Mnemonics'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7744827097346728868</id><published>2008-09-14T20:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:37:54.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canvassing for Obama</title><content type='html'>You know me, I'm not very political.  But, my good friend Joe (see below) needs some support in SW VA.  (My sister had forgotten than I know Joe, so this picture is to remind her.  I wish I had brushed my hair that day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SM2nIydc29I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FJ1RGQ4G1Y4/s1600-h/sara_and_joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SM2nIydc29I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FJ1RGQ4G1Y4/s320/sara_and_joe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246032910382586834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canvassing is just talking to potential Obama supporters (determined by data mining voter registration databases, I think) and finding out if they've decided who they're voting for and, if they're voting for Obama, find out if they need help getting to the polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friend Katherine and I went to Buena Vista.  Katherine had done this before and assured me it wasn't too bad.  We went to the first house, and a man answered.  We could tell he wasn't quite right--kind of talking low and shifty.  Katherine asked if he knew who he was voting for in the presidential election.  He said he can't vote because he's a felon.  Katherine informs him that he can get his rights reinstated.  He repeats that there's no way that he could get reinstated--he's a murderer and rapist.  Katherine insisted that he could get his voting right reinstated.  (By this time, I was running half way up the street.)  He mentioned that he's on house arrest. Katherine thanked him for his time, and we moved on to the next house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting, Katherine thinks maybe she talked to him for longer than maybe she should have.  She was on autopilot and wasn't in a groove yet.  My parents wanted to know if he was pulling our leg.  I believed him.  My dad asked, "Katherine wanted him to join 'Murderers and Rapists for Obama'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the other canvassers could top that for their first house/encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked to one man who seemed to want us to leave--by being really short with us--but also seemed to want to talk.  He talked about being undecided and being really confused, but by the end of our conversation (and I don't think we said much in terms of platform--just a little bit about Obama and his support of the middle class), the guy said that he's going to vote for Obama.  The personal touch really can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll canvass again.  I don't like bugging strangers, and the rejection can be hard to take.  It was fun when we found supporters.  It was tough when we talked to Undecideds because we didn't want to push them, but we wanted to let them know if they had any questions, we could try to answer them.  McCain supporters weren't too bad.  It stung a little bit (makes me nervous about November), but then we would just check the appropriate box, and no one from the Obama campaign would bug them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7744827097346728868?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7744827097346728868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7744827097346728868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7744827097346728868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7744827097346728868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/09/canvassing-for-obama.html' title='Canvassing for Obama'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SM2nIydc29I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FJ1RGQ4G1Y4/s72-c/sara_and_joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3023834905811842615</id><published>2008-09-03T21:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:18:32.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprenkliest Trip To England Ever</title><content type='html'>My first trip to England, and I stayed across the street from Windsor Castle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SL9Babld7pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EXV5sEvO22w/s1600-h/sara_in_windsor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SL9Babld7pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EXV5sEvO22w/s320/sara_in_windsor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241980413619859090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find anyone to take my picture.  Not too bad on a few hours sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3023834905811842615?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3023834905811842615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3023834905811842615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3023834905811842615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3023834905811842615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/09/sara-in-windsor.html' title='Sprenkliest Trip To England Ever'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SL9Babld7pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EXV5sEvO22w/s72-c/sara_in_windsor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3856008106954699480</id><published>2008-08-30T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:56:25.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Surprise</title><content type='html'>From Dad: "Well, I was surprised by McCain's VP choice. I just had a feeling that he'd pick someone I heard of."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3856008106954699480?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3856008106954699480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3856008106954699480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3856008106954699480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3856008106954699480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-surprise.html' title='Big Surprise'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8859831514277578393</id><published>2008-07-28T22:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:46:35.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again!</title><content type='html'>On our evening stroll, Frank and I encountered a family of cats on W&amp;L's campus: two young (but not baby) kittens and a mama cat.  I would guess that the kittens are around that magic 2-month age that they need human interaction.  I'm searching for local programs to help these kitties.  My guess is that the local humane shelter is pretty overrun with cats right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my search, I found out that in 1987, 15 million animals were put to sleep.  Now, it's down to 5 million.  Yes, I know that is still way too many, but it seems like we're on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some organizations I learned about that are worthy of donations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestfriends.org/"&gt;Best Friends Animal Society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spayusa.org/"&gt;Spay USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8859831514277578393?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8859831514277578393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8859831514277578393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8859831514277578393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8859831514277578393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again!'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3771991521402268704</id><published>2008-07-28T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:13:38.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Up on 'Bumpershoot'</title><content type='html'>According to Webster, it's actually 'Bumbershoot' and it's from the year 1896.  Bumber is a fun form of umber in umbrella, and shoot is a variation from parachute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not so PA Dutch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3771991521402268704?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3771991521402268704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3771991521402268704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3771991521402268704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3771991521402268704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/07/follow-up-on-bumpershoot.html' title='Follow Up on &apos;Bumpershoot&apos;'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8821642649309732548</id><published>2008-07-25T09:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:45:07.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of International Interest, Somewhat</title><content type='html'>From Jessie in Germany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at work, Jesse Gibson came in and posed a question to the room (there were a couple of English speakers there from all over the place):  Who knows what a bumbershoot is? (He said bumbershoot, as opposed to bumpershoot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "It's an umbrella."  And that was right.  I thought that bumpershoot was one of those things that Dad just made up (he does that sometimes, you know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse explained that he had been watching CNN World and the weather girl (not to be confused with The Weathergirls) asked if anyone knew what a "bumbershoot" was.  Someone emailed in and said it comes from Pennsylvania Dutch and means "umbrella".  The fact that I knew the word (and no one else had any idea) seemed to prove it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think Dad had made up that word.  I thought it was what the British called umbrellas.  I was way off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8821642649309732548?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8821642649309732548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8821642649309732548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8821642649309732548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8821642649309732548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-international-interest-somewhat.html' title='Of International Interest, Somewhat'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4674087493939905616</id><published>2008-07-10T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:47:36.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 out of 3</title><content type='html'>I trapped the mother cat (Joy) tonight.  Stripey won't go near the trap.  He's so smart.  He'd be smarter if he let me trap him, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4674087493939905616?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4674087493939905616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4674087493939905616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4674087493939905616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4674087493939905616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-out-of-3.html' title='2 out of 3'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-2034225915205391837</id><published>2008-07-09T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:14:11.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 out of 3 Ain't Bad</title><content type='html'>I trapped Earl.  He's in my car, with the windows down a bit.  I will take him to a Forgotten Cats woman's house tomorrow morning.  Tomorrow night, I will try to trap Joy and Stripey (again).  I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl successfully ate the food from the trap once without getting caught.  I had to put more food in the trap and position it a little differently.  After he was caught, I wasn't fast enough covering him up.  (They calm down with the cover over them.  Strange.)  He was really thrashing around.  The sound of the trap and Earl's panic made the other two cats panic.  (It is really kind of scary.  If I didn't know it was for the best, I would have just let him out.)  Joy and Stripey wouldn't even go for the bait after that.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the other 3 empty traps in my car too.  I worry that my car might be bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some &lt;a href="http://www.cs.wlu.edu/~sprenkle/personal/dumpstercats2/"&gt;new pictures&lt;/a&gt; of the cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-2034225915205391837?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/2034225915205391837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=2034225915205391837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2034225915205391837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2034225915205391837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-out-of-3-aint-bad.html' title='1 out of 3 Ain&apos;t Bad'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-5435420492397130184</id><published>2008-07-09T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:51:04.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did I Get Myself Into?</title><content type='html'>As you know, I've been taking care of some feral cats.  Because of the holiday and my recent trip to NSF, I haven't been feeding the cats as regularly.  I fed all 3 last night, and they were quite happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I contacted &lt;a href="http://www.forgottencats.org/"&gt;Forgotten Cats&lt;/a&gt; and they just got in touch with me about the cats.  The current plan is for them to give me 3 traps, I'll trap the cats and then take the cats to their clinic (about 30 minutes away) to be spayed/neutered.  I have to be fast when a cat is trapped.  I need to cover the trap and put it into my car so that they other cats don't realize what is going on.  I have to do that 3 times (once for each cat).  The woman in charge is trying to find a place for the cats, but she may have to return them back to the dumpster area because it's difficult to find homes for the feral cats.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was wondering if there was someone else who could feed the cats after I leave.  Last night, a 7-year-old girl saw me feeding the cats and she seemed intrigued.  A kid might be a good one to take over for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the location of the clinic on their web site.  The woman told me that they can't do that because people drop cats off there all the time.  They can't even put their name on the door.  The people dropping off the cats are well-intentioned, I'm sure, but that must be difficult on Forgotten Cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was really assuring that I'm doing the right things.  She said that the cats will be a lot harder to trap after I leave because the cats trust me.  I still think anyone who brings food would become the cat's friend.  She also said that I can feed the cats as much as they'll eat.  I was worried that they might be overeating because they eat so much, but she said not to worry about that.  It's really difficult for the cats to get enough calories in the wild and they tend not to overeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest things that the cats do is to look at me through plants and think that I can't see them.  I'm looking right at them!  I saw the mother cat across the street from the dumpster.  I talked to her, shook the food bag, and reminded her who I was.  I thought she might follow me, but she didn't.  However, after I got to the pavilion where I feed them, she showed up pretty quickly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank asked if I'm up for this.  Um, no, not really.  I'm leaving Delaware Friday night, and I have a bajillion things scheduled for this week.  I am hoping one of the students I'm working with this summer may be able to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I do to save the world (like recycling the tons of empty liquor bottles in the apartment I'm subletting).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-5435420492397130184?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/5435420492397130184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=5435420492397130184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5435420492397130184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5435420492397130184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-did-i-get-myself-into.html' title='What Did I Get Myself Into?'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1951269660786159333</id><published>2008-06-29T23:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:17:34.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpster Cats</title><content type='html'>Here are some &lt;a href="http://www.cs.wlu.edu/~sprenkle/personal/dumpstercats/"/&gt;pictures of the cats that I've been feeding&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.cs.wlu.edu/~sprenkle/personal/dumpstercats/dumpstercats-Images/3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, that's Randy (kitten), Joy (mother cat), and Earl (kitten).  I'm guessing at the relationship between the cats.  Joy isn't much larger than the kittens, but Frank thinks she's the mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture isn't black and white, but the cats are all variations of gray and white.  I only see the cats at night, so I can't take great pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about the cats, the more upset I get.  I've been looking at shelters, the DE humane society, and various other options.  I can donate money to the organizations, but what they really need are homes for the cats, and I can't take any more cats in.  (Sydney won't allow it.)  I adopted Sydney from a no-kill shelter--to support an organization that doesn't kill animals, but maybe I should have gone to a different type of shelter to save a kitty.  Or, maybe I should have gone to one of the smaller organizations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have contacted &lt;a href="http://www.forgottencats.org/index.php"&gt;Forgotten Friends&lt;/a&gt;, an organization that will spay/neuter stray cats and then release them back where they were.  They figure that cats are better off in the wild, where some kind person will feed them, than at a shelter that could euthanize them.  For the most part, I agree, but I read several stories of mean children/people abusing stray cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was considering various scenarios for how things will play out for Earl, Randy, and Joy, and none of them seem good.  Like, the three cats could be spayed/neutered and released back to the dumpster, but I won't be around much longer to feed them.  On the other hand, what if Forgotten Cats decide that the kittens can be tamed and adopted out, but that the mother cat won't.  So, the mother cat goes back to the dumpster without her kittens?  That doesn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These scenarios are why I don't like SUV.  They don't package things up&lt;br /&gt;nicely in the end.  I'm not sure how to end this story nicely.  I mean, of&lt;br /&gt;course, all 3 cats would find good homes, but the adoption statistics posted on some of the sites I've looked at don't seem promising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-1951269660786159333?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/1951269660786159333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=1951269660786159333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1951269660786159333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1951269660786159333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/06/dumpster-cats.html' title='Dumpster Cats'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-2814731904832325022</id><published>2008-06-26T23:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:42:36.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpster Treasure</title><content type='html'>The dumpster at the apartment complex where I'm subletting is the home for 3 gray and white kittens.  Frank and I discovered them Saturday, and I've fed some combination of them every night since then (dark gray kitten; dark gray kitten and stripey gray kitten; dark gray kitten, mostly white kitten, and stripey kitten; stripey kitten).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Blue Rocks game.  The Blue Rocks are a minor league baseball team--Royals farm team.  The Blue Rocks have three mascots.  (Plus Reggie the Party Dude.)  Mr. Celery is the second mascot.  The story behind Mr. Celery is something like "Someone found a celery costume by the dumpster, took it, and &lt;blah, blah, blah&gt; we have another mascot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of the &lt;i&gt;Glitter&lt;/i&gt; poster that Patrick got from me from a pile of posters by the dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister replied: "I swear, you get some of the best stuff from a dumpster: up to three gray and white kittens, a celery costume, a Glitter poster.  Why do people throw this stuff out?!  But let's not underestimate the value of the highway.  Where else could you get a giant inflatable microphone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Legend of the Giant Inflatable Microphone is a whole other blog entry.  I wonder if Dad remembers the Legend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-2814731904832325022?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/2814731904832325022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=2814731904832325022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2814731904832325022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2814731904832325022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/06/dumpster-treasure.html' title='Dumpster Treasure'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6758704228860888782</id><published>2008-06-11T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:52:25.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort is lowest priority</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SFCPOn6epPI/AAAAAAAAADw/xNI65PVWuHo/s1600-h/sun_bathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SFCPOn6epPI/AAAAAAAAADw/xNI65PVWuHo/s320/sun_bathing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210822250262865138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6758704228860888782?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6758704228860888782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6758704228860888782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6758704228860888782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6758704228860888782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/06/comfort-is-lowest-priority.html' title='Comfort is lowest priority'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/SFCPOn6epPI/AAAAAAAAADw/xNI65PVWuHo/s72-c/sun_bathing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-5661275021679379320</id><published>2008-06-11T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:41:04.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Compliments Ever</title><content type='html'>Tonight, at the Italian Festival, drunk guys told me that I don't look like I'm 30.  To prove my age, I showed my driver's license.  That was probably a bad idea because one took it away from me.  I tried stopping the conversation with the drunk guys by making sure they knew that at least a few of us were much older than high school and by saying stuff like that I majored in computer science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For handling the drunk guys, Lucy called me "The Coolest Professor Ever", so I definitely have to put that on a mug now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-5661275021679379320?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/5661275021679379320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=5661275021679379320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5661275021679379320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5661275021679379320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-compliments-ever.html' title='The Best Compliments Ever'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-2986202329598691528</id><published>2008-05-26T22:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:46:54.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red or Brown Squirrel Sighting</title><content type='html'>At the Stonewall Jackson cemetery, Frank and I saw a red or brown squirrel--it definitely wasn't gray.  (And, no, it wasn't a chipmunk or a rabbit; I know my rodents.)  I don't think they're supposed to be around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't have time to write long, well-thought-out posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-2986202329598691528?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/2986202329598691528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=2986202329598691528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2986202329598691528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2986202329598691528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-or-brown-squirrel-sighting.html' title='Red or Brown Squirrel Sighting'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7496471615025047176</id><published>2008-05-26T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:45:27.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Sequels</title><content type='html'>Speaking of bad sequels (see the subject line), there are a bunch (3?) of Geico commercials featuring a caveman talking about dance moves.  The tie-in with Geico: the cave man accuses Geico of thinking that the dance moves are easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are another series of Raisin Bran Crunch commercials that I like.  Granted, I am partial to raisin bran commercials and the "uhn-tz" sound.  But, I think the Raisin Bran Crunch commercials have a punch line and actually sell the product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7496471615025047176?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7496471615025047176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7496471615025047176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7496471615025047176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7496471615025047176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-sequels.html' title='Bad Sequels'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-2339377183356210305</id><published>2008-05-26T22:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:43:50.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song I'm Writing</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a song to the tune of the Doors' &lt;i&gt;Riders on the Storm&lt;/i&gt; that's called "Spiders on the Door".  The song was inspired by the large spiders on the garage door from when I opened the garage after it was closed for about a month.  What you're humming is what I have written so far. Pretty good, huh?  I was humming that all morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-2339377183356210305?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/2339377183356210305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=2339377183356210305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2339377183356210305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2339377183356210305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-im-writing.html' title='The Song I&apos;m Writing'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6624606704038378436</id><published>2008-05-18T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:27:20.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coin Collecting</title><content type='html'>From the Simpsons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Coin collecting is a lot like life.  It stopped being fun a long time ago.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6624606704038378436?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6624606704038378436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6624606704038378436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6624606704038378436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6624606704038378436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/05/coin-collecting.html' title='Coin Collecting'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6568404957536501804</id><published>2008-05-14T10:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:14:11.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are There Too Many Women in IT?</title><content type='html'>For every valid point this man makes (No, there aren't too many women in IT), he makes two asinine points.  Made me mad so I had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itmanagement.earthweb.com/career/article.php/3746501"&gt;Are There Too Many Women in IT?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is true that programmers aren't very visible to 11-year-olds, that does not mean we shouldn't make them aware of the field.  What makes careers interesting to 11-year-olds is not the same as what makes them interesting to 22-year-olds.  It is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; true that people who haven't programmed before they are 18 aren't interested.  They may not have seen the many applications of programming that make Computer Science interesting.  I am one of those people who didn't program until I was a freshman in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you have more thoughts to share, so I'll end there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6568404957536501804?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6568404957536501804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6568404957536501804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6568404957536501804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6568404957536501804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-there-too-many-women-in-it.html' title='Are There Too Many Women in IT?'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6388263530236596287</id><published>2008-05-04T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:49:16.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Fourth Be With You, Drew!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Andy!  Andy reminds me that it is his last prime birthday for 6 years and that his age is a palindrome in binary.  But, most importantly, Andy reminded me that he is a nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6388263530236596287?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6388263530236596287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6388263530236596287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6388263530236596287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6388263530236596287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-fourth-be-with-you-drew.html' title='May the Fourth Be With You, Drew!'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8670286083630601565</id><published>2008-05-04T04:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T04:58:04.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here!  It's Here!</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.cra.org/craw"&gt;CRA-W&lt;/a&gt; Newsletter is &lt;a href="http://www.cra.org/Activities/craw/Newsletter/CRA-W_Newsletter_Winter_Spring_2008.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!  Thank you for helping me look better.  It takes a village.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8670286083630601565?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8670286083630601565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8670286083630601565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8670286083630601565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8670286083630601565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-here-its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here!  It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-9110282386769100780</id><published>2008-04-24T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:38:33.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Fuller Figured Models</title><content type='html'>I read an &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/fashion/main.jhtml?xml=/fashion/2008/04/13/efmags113.xml"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; today about how magazines are PhotoShopping their models to look &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fuller&lt;/span&gt; figured.  Poor fuller figured models can't catch a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-9110282386769100780?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/9110282386769100780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=9110282386769100780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/9110282386769100780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/9110282386769100780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/poor-fuller-figured-models.html' title='Poor Fuller Figured Models'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-631112738030714910</id><published>2008-04-19T14:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:29:58.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learn on er</title><content type='html'>The other day in an er rerun, Abby mentioned that babies look like their fathers--to give reassurance to the fathers that the baby is theirs. So, I looked it up and found &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/03/22/health/22real.html"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; that confirms what Abby said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-631112738030714910?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/631112738030714910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=631112738030714910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/631112738030714910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/631112738030714910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-learn-on-er.html' title='Things I Learn on &lt;i&gt;er&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6369861763350879871</id><published>2008-04-18T20:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:20:40.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby Shots (Sat: Updated)</title><content type='html'>Frank and I took some pictures of me participating in my favorite hobby.  No, not watching TV or reading &lt;i&gt;TV Guide&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://www.cs.wlu.edu/~sprenkle/personal/craw-hobby/"&gt;Throwing a Disc!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added two shots of disc golf.  I tried to take more like #1, but they didn't come out as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6369861763350879871?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6369861763350879871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6369861763350879871&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6369861763350879871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6369861763350879871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/hobby-shots.html' title='Hobby Shots (Sat: Updated)'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-791844989966677014</id><published>2008-04-16T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:36:53.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consensus</title><content type='html'>The consensus seems to be #2.  CRA-W asked for another photo of me participating in a hobby, so Frank and I need to do another photo shoot.  That will probably involve a disc.  We'll see what we come up with and have another round of voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're interested, here is my sister's take on the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Picture 1 is too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2 says "yeaaahhh."  I think that one's my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3 is too direct.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 4 says "tee hee" as in "that was funny, tee hee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 5 says "begyourpardon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a lot less critical than I expected.  She's losing her touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-791844989966677014?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/791844989966677014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=791844989966677014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/791844989966677014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/791844989966677014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/consensus.html' title='The Consensus'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1805290800773993264</id><published>2008-04-15T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:03:59.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Picture Poll</title><content type='html'>I need to provide a picture for the CRA-W newsletter.  Frank and I did a photo session today.  Here are the &lt;a href="http://www.cs.wlu.edu/~sprenkle/personal/crawpictures/options.html"&gt;options&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have the options &lt;a href="http://www.cs.wlu.edu/~sprenkle/personal/crawpictures/rotatingpics.html"&gt;rotating&lt;/a&gt; in an example Web page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just guessing that the picture in the newsletter will be closer to the size that's rotating than the size on the page with all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know which one you like best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-1805290800773993264?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/1805290800773993264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=1805290800773993264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1805290800773993264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1805290800773993264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-picture-poll.html' title='New Picture Poll'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-2736761106484862133</id><published>2008-04-10T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:09:41.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to Soon...</title><content type='html'>Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the University of Delaware's home page, I saw the headline &lt;a href="http://www.udel.edu/PR/UDaily/2008/apr/commencement040808.html"&gt;Hall of Famer Cal Ripken Jr. to speak at UD Commencement May 31&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh, man, why did I insist on graduating last year?  It is open to the public, but I don't know if can make it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-2736761106484862133?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/2736761106484862133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=2736761106484862133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2736761106484862133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2736761106484862133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/born-to-soon.html' title='Born to Soon...'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1211739006783844089</id><published>2008-04-09T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:16:18.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ad for The Gettysburgian</title><content type='html'>Today, I had a great idea for an April Fool's edition of &lt;i&gt;The Gettysburgian&lt;/i&gt;.  Only a few years past being a useful idea.  I emailed a former Burgian editor.  She liked my idea.  She was up at Gburg last week and their April Fool's edition had a Marxist theme (not of the Groucho kind).  She passed along the Burgian's ad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQkqaEFiddQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQkqaEFiddQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize a lot of that equipment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-1211739006783844089?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/1211739006783844089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=1211739006783844089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1211739006783844089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1211739006783844089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/ad-for-gettysburgian.html' title='An Ad for &lt;i&gt;The Gettysburgian&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1757072202285808490</id><published>2008-04-03T19:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:40:34.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Outrageous</title><content type='html'>Dad got a new toy that allows him to transfer music from audio cassettes to digital.  Dad asked if Jessie and I had any tapes we wanted to transfer.  Of course we do!  We have about 11 tapes that aren't available on iTunes (or any other similar service): the tapes that were included with our Jem and the Holograms dolls.  So far, Dad has gotten the songs from 9 tapes (Jem, Kimber, Aja, Rio, Pizzazz, Roxy, Stormer, Danse, and Synergy).  The tapes for Clash and Jetta are missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... This makes us sound a bit spoiled and we probably were, but we probably only had a total of 4 Barbies.  We much preferred Jem dolls and we would save up and buy them with our allowance and ask for one for every birthday and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a sample of the theme song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.cs.wlu.edu/~sprenkle/personal/jem.mp3" width="140" height="40" autostart="false" loop="FALSE"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad told a coworker about this project, and she was very excited.  Since she's about 30, that's the reaction Dad expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-1757072202285808490?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/1757072202285808490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=1757072202285808490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1757072202285808490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1757072202285808490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/truly-outrageous.html' title='Truly Outrageous'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-2028405201101076407</id><published>2008-04-03T19:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:24:06.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>European Rivers</title><content type='html'>was the final Jeopardy! category.  I probably wouldn't have bet much, if anything, and I actually would have gotten it right.  The answer is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;20 miles from Frankfurt is the meeting place of these 2 rivers, whose names rhyme despite the spelling.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; get it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-2028405201101076407?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/2028405201101076407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=2028405201101076407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2028405201101076407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2028405201101076407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/european-rivers.html' title='European Rivers'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6216030347532842921</id><published>2008-04-03T12:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T12:24:53.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of the Blog</title><content type='html'>I watch &lt;i&gt;Corner Gas&lt;/i&gt; on WGN as I go to sleep.  It's a Canadian comedy--a sure-fire way to beat insomnia.  Last night's episode was minorly funny.  Hank started writing a blog, so no one would listen to him because they would read it on the blog later.  Someone commented something along the lines of "Why be ignored by your friends when the whole world can ignore you."  Yeah, that's why I love my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part I liked was that Hank used the word "talkin'" in his blog to show that he had attitude.  Leaving off the 'g' is one of the best indicators of attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6216030347532842921?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6216030347532842921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6216030347532842921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6216030347532842921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6216030347532842921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/04/beauty-of-blog.html' title='The Beauty of the Blog'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4455517828040883294</id><published>2008-03-30T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:20:37.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Runny Nose</title><content type='html'>There's a New Balance commercial that didn't make any sense to me.  It was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Runny nose when you've cheated on it.&lt;br /&gt;Runny nose when you sleep in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apparently the voice-over dude is saying "Running knows..."  He needs to enunciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.splendad.com/ads/show/2072-New-Balance-Rain"&gt;See the ad for yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4455517828040883294?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4455517828040883294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4455517828040883294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4455517828040883294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4455517828040883294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/03/runny-nose.html' title='Runny Nose'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-5189879996734179689</id><published>2008-03-27T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:00:40.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Good News</title><content type='html'>Mary Jean Harrold, a computer science professor from Georgia Tech, asked me to be the &lt;a href="http://www.cra.org/craw/"&gt;CRA-W&lt;/a&gt; Featured Alum in the April Newsletter.  CRA-W is what sponsors the Distributed Mentor Program that I participated in as an undergraduate and as a graduate student mentor.  I was pretty flattered.  She's going to send me the questions and then call to interview me.  That's strange.  I'm trying to remember if I've been on the receiving end of an interview of this sort...  I was always the interviewer at &lt;i&gt;The Beacon&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The York Daily Record&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;The Gettysburgian&lt;/i&gt;.  When the newsletter is posted, I'll put up a link.  Well, if the interview is any good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-5189879996734179689?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/5189879996734179689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=5189879996734179689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5189879996734179689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5189879996734179689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-good-news.html' title='Some Good News'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7931251759278159693</id><published>2008-03-26T22:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:30:08.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Idea for Next Year</title><content type='html'>Gym story: there was an intramural power lifting contest at Monday at the gym.  I saw a female professor on the bench press.    I told Frank.  He asked, "What was her last name?"  I told him, and he said, "She went to Penn."  She was in the Ms. Penn contest the year before Frank was in the Mr. Penn competition.  I talked to her briefly (Frank had a fit because I wasn't supposed to go into that area while they were competing), and she confirmed that she went to Penn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after seeing my biceps, she encouraged me to participate next year. Well, I would have come in third in the women's competition if I did it this year, so maybe ...  "Congratulations, you lifted the bar once. That's good enough for the bronze."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7931251759278159693?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7931251759278159693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7931251759278159693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7931251759278159693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7931251759278159693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/03/plan-for-next-year.html' title='An Idea for Next Year'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-2248549153555300075</id><published>2008-03-22T23:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:33:31.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes Sydney Cry</title><content type='html'>The Pitt Panthers lost to Michigan State (the Spartans).  Sydney got off her scratcher and repeatedly cursed.  Normally, I would think it was a bad dream or something, but she seems really bummed that her cat-mascot-picks aren't doing so well.  Go, Memphis!  Don't make Sydney cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-2248549153555300075?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/2248549153555300075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=2248549153555300075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2248549153555300075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2248549153555300075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-makes-sydney-cry.html' title='What Makes Sydney Cry'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6450684024736250455</id><published>2008-03-22T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:13:32.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite and Despised Teams on Facebook</title><content type='html'>I found this interesting.  UNC and Duke are loved and hated.  I didn't realize Duke was hated so much.  I hate them a little bit myself because of how they played today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top Favorite NCAAB Teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tar Heels (38,248 Fans)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Blue Devils (26,763 Fans)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jayhawks (20,249 Fans)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Badgers (13,414 Fans)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Wildcats (11,484 Fans)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top Despised NCAAB Teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Blue Devils (74,059 Haters)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Tar Heels (35,654 Haters)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Gators (10,641 Haters)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Buckeyes (8,765 Haters)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Jayhawks (7,917 Haters)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6450684024736250455?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6450684024736250455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6450684024736250455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6450684024736250455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6450684024736250455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/03/favorite-and-despised-teams-on-facebook.html' title='Favorite and Despised Teams on Facebook'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-1840828183367263606</id><published>2008-03-19T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:38:47.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettysburg Hoops</title><content type='html'>A story from Dad about Gburg hoops:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were down by 7 points with 40 seconds to go in the championship game. A guy (and I forgot his name) hit a 3-pointer - now behind by 4. The other team missed a foul shot. The same Bullet hit another 3-pointer - behind by 1. A guy from Opponent made a foul shot. With time running out, the Bullet hit *another* 3-pointer to give them the lead. Then a guy from Opponent fired a shot from half court at the buzzer. And it went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the referee said the shot was after the buzzer. Gburg wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-1840828183367263606?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/1840828183367263606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=1840828183367263606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1840828183367263606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/1840828183367263606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/03/gettysburg-hoops.html' title='Gettysburg Hoops'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-5514349561862796409</id><published>2008-03-18T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:13:06.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>Campus notices had an ad for a free puppy: part Siberian Husky, part Sneaky Neighbor's Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank has been checking out the Lexington SPCA and a litter of St. Bernard/Bassett Hound puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my favorite: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R-miqfqQ1jI/AAAAAAAAADg/QZV_m7DX6kI/s1600-h/favorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R-miqfqQ1jI/AAAAAAAAADg/QZV_m7DX6kI/s320/favorite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181851697203435058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is Frank's favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R-mi7fqQ1kI/AAAAAAAAADo/76SEcXYKQdI/s1600-h/monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R-mi7fqQ1kI/AAAAAAAAADo/76SEcXYKQdI/s320/monroe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181851989261211202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney doesn't have a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are tempting, but they'd outgrow the apartment quickly.  Or maybe not.  Who knows how big they'll get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-5514349561862796409?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/5514349561862796409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=5514349561862796409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5514349561862796409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5514349561862796409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/03/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R-miqfqQ1jI/AAAAAAAAADg/QZV_m7DX6kI/s72-c/favorite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-2413845168114593996</id><published>2008-03-10T10:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:30:13.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, KK!</title><content type='html'>Nothing witty to say,&lt;br /&gt;Just wishing you a happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-2413845168114593996?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/2413845168114593996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=2413845168114593996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2413845168114593996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/2413845168114593996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-kk.html' title='Happy Birthday, KK!'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4059873035818871520</id><published>2008-03-06T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:53:27.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Frank!</title><content type='html'>Recently, Frank's 3.5-year-old niece was counting "27-28-29... 100!"  I'm glad I turned 30 before the rules changed and 100 is after 29.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4059873035818871520?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4059873035818871520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4059873035818871520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4059873035818871520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4059873035818871520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-frank.html' title='Happy Birthday, Frank!'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-5331167732907298706</id><published>2008-02-25T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:16:12.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate</title><content type='html'>Frank was flipping through the channels, using the "Guide" feature, and I saw a show called "Ultimate", which was about the growing interest in this "dangerous" sport.  What?  That doesn't make any sense.  Frank said, "Ultimate &lt;i&gt;fighting&lt;/i&gt;" and flipped to the channel to show me what was on.  Ah, I see.  Why did they just call it ultimate, then?  There is no trademark on "fighting".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-5331167732907298706?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/5331167732907298706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=5331167732907298706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5331167732907298706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5331167732907298706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/02/ultimate.html' title='Ultimate'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8655168662625206135</id><published>2008-02-24T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:10:12.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Funerals</title><content type='html'>My great uncle Bob died.  I liked Bob, after I was old enough to appreciate his humor.  As a kid, I didn't realize that he was kidding often as he took jabs at us, so I was wary of him.  One time when Bob said something to Jessie and I was a little horrified by it and Dad laughed, I realized that it was a joke and then I understood.  His style is now one part of my delivery--saying things with a straight face and letting others realize you're kidding or being ridiculous.  Bob married into the Sprenkles.  Since he was so funny, that was also a surprise to me.  Bob was also an avid Orioles fan.  During the last week, he was concerned about the Orioles recent trades, including the possibility of trading Brian Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not attend his funeral.  I probably should have.  My mom said something strange: "It was a nice funeral.  I think you would have liked it."  Huh?  I didn't think I was really rating funerals...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8655168662625206135?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8655168662625206135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8655168662625206135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8655168662625206135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8655168662625206135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-on-funerals.html' title='More on Funerals'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3019616540424300692</id><published>2008-02-22T09:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:13:39.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funerals...</title><content type='html'>I'm not real good at funerals.  I tend to cry a lot.  That may not be that unusual.  Do you remember &lt;i&gt;Love Actually&lt;/i&gt; and Liam Neeson's character's wife's funeral at the beginning of the movie?  We hadn't met the wife, but I cried.  Kristina didn't understand why I cried.  I can't help it; funerals are sad.  I don't consciously think about other funerals I've attended or anything.  It's just a gut reaction, an overload of emotions--I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought this up?  Frank's grandmother died Saturday morning.  It wasn't unexpected.  She was 90, had Alzheimer's and bronchitis, and was getting weaker.  Still, I cried a lot at the viewing and funeral.  Frank thought I should be tougher.  He should know me better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neighbor made Frank's family ravioli and wedding soup.  Note that they just call it "wedding soup", but every time, I thought, you mean &lt;i&gt;Italian&lt;/i&gt; wedding soup.  We also had wedding soup at the reception.  Dad thought they might have been confused, but I don't think the Italians have a funeral soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of Italians at the viewing and funeral.  Frank's mom asked if I could tell which were the mafia.  I assumed they all were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point at the viewing, I somehow wound up in the receiving line with Frank's mom, uncle, and cousin.  So, people were kissing my cheek and saying they were sorry for my loss.  I know they weren't sure how I fit because I wasn't Italian.  I got myself quickly out of that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank's 3.5-year-old niece was at the viewing for a little while and the funeral.  Someone commented that viewings aren't much fun for kids.  Yeah, but for the rest of us--it's a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with my parents one night and told them about the funeral.  I mentioned Frank's cousin Sonny (who I was next to in the receiving line).  My parents thought about Sonny Corleone from &lt;i&gt;The Godfather&lt;/i&gt;.  See?  My Italian stereotypes are genetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3019616540424300692?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3019616540424300692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3019616540424300692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3019616540424300692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3019616540424300692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/02/funerals.html' title='Funerals...'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6936111549621081723</id><published>2008-02-18T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:31:48.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>Mom reminisced about a time shortly after she went back to work after having Jessie.  Mom came home from work, and I (about 3 years old) told Mom that "Daddy was changing Jessie's diaper and went &lt;demonstrate gag&gt;."  Mom asked me to clarify, and I demonstrated again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Dad about this story.  He didn't remember it, but he didn't doubt it.  I asked, "What were you feeding her?"  Dad replied, "Gerber's chili."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6936111549621081723?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6936111549621081723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6936111549621081723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6936111549621081723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6936111549621081723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/02/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-7147110533962428245</id><published>2008-02-13T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:00:14.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PG-13 Warning</title><content type='html'>Frank has been complaining that he pulled a groin muscle.  I've been having a field day with that one.  Such as, "How is your groin today?" and in response to his saying that he's not feeling as sore today, "So all that rubbing worked?"  It's almost too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't get so much pleasure from his pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-7147110533962428245?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/7147110533962428245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=7147110533962428245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7147110533962428245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/7147110533962428245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/02/pg-13-warning.html' title='PG-13 Warning'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4985072514160228652</id><published>2008-02-12T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:12:48.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd time at a voting booth</title><content type='html'>I think today was just my second time at a voting booth.  (That's different than only voting for a second time.  I have done the absentee ballots.)  The last time I was in a voting booth was for some local elections in Dtown, I think.  Maybe it was also a primary.  I was home from Gettysburg and it was a warm day.  Is that enough clues to figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voting machine was a touch screen!  It was pretty fast because I was only voting for the Democratic primary.  I considered voting for Kucinich, even though he's no longer in the race, because I believe in most of what he stands for.  (Insert short joke here?)   But, I don't need to throw my vote away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4985072514160228652?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4985072514160228652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4985072514160228652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4985072514160228652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4985072514160228652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/02/2nd-time-at-voting-booth.html' title='2nd time at a voting booth'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-5655596010326229483</id><published>2008-02-03T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:51:34.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mardi Gras!</title><content type='html'>I went to my first Mardi Gras party last night.  I have no idea what Mardi Gras is--except for a big party.  I dressed a little goofily with lots of blue eye shadow, a loud shirt, and a Mardi Gras mask, but other people at the party were a pink elephant, a Mediterranean dancer, and a bunch of grapes.  I got the baby in the King cake, so I need to make the cake next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank and I were the youngest ones at the party by at least 10 years, so the highlight for us was the dance party segment, where people danced to Jay-Z's "99 Problems" and Gwen Stefani's "Hollaback Girl".  The songs had to be declared "no longer cool" after that party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-5655596010326229483?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/5655596010326229483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=5655596010326229483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5655596010326229483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5655596010326229483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-mardi-gras.html' title='Happy Mardi Gras!'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-5082450323702540594</id><published>2008-02-03T21:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:43:43.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>Brendan asked Frank and me who we were "for" in the Super Bowl.  I answered dreamily, "Tom Brady."  Brendan said, "Don't say it like that!"  But, I was too busy dreaming about Tom Brady.  Brendan commented that Tom Brady is an All-American guy--the kind of guy your mother would like.  I said, "My mom does like him!"  Ever since he was in his tighty whities on SNL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-5082450323702540594?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/5082450323702540594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=5082450323702540594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5082450323702540594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/5082450323702540594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl.html' title='Super Bowl'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3496054309963532172</id><published>2008-01-23T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:52:10.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath</title><content type='html'>I'm saddened by the news of Heath Ledger's death.  I'm surprised that the bios of Heath in stories about his death don't mention is first American TV show &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118451/"&gt;Roar&lt;/a&gt;.  That &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/roar/show/1262/summary.html"&gt;Summer of 97 show on Fox&lt;/a&gt; was awesomely bad.  Good times in Gburg that summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3496054309963532172?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3496054309963532172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3496054309963532172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3496054309963532172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3496054309963532172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath.html' title='Heath'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-3555837833570141407</id><published>2008-01-22T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:25:44.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slogan</title><content type='html'>I heard some female students talking over the weekend.  They claimed the slogan for the school should be "You'll find your bridesmaids but not the groom."  They also said that if you're looking for personality, you can find guys, but if you're looking for more than that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-3555837833570141407?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/3555837833570141407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=3555837833570141407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3555837833570141407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/3555837833570141407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/01/slogan.html' title='Slogan'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-191760227311955807</id><published>2008-01-20T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:43:49.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental Mystery</title><content type='html'>I went to my first dentist appointment at my new locale.  The dentist asked if I grind my teeth.  I wouldn't really know that, and I tend to wear a retainer.  He noticed that one of my teeth is worn down.  I now know which one he means.  I'm looking at pictures, trying to figure out when this occurred--if it happened suddenly (like getting hit in the mouth during ultimate) or if it happened gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are not for the weak of stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my smile from graduation.  Look on the left half of my mouth (you facing, not my left).  It's the second tooth from the left.  It's much smaller, without a point, compared to the second tooth from the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R5QS3BQcdfI/AAAAAAAAACw/ny0gsz2RadE/s1600-h/smile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R5QS3BQcdfI/AAAAAAAAACw/ny0gsz2RadE/s320/smile1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157768209685575154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare to the pointy tooth (now third from the right) in this picture, also from graduation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R5QTlRQcdgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k6rbvZUp-8o/s1600-h/smile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R5QTlRQcdgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k6rbvZUp-8o/s320/smile2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157769004254524930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe none of you noticed this before.  You don't usually notice my hair cuts either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From other pictures, I know that this tooth has been point-less since graduation.  It looks like it's been worn down since December 2006.  I don't have enough close-ups of me to analyze my smile easily.  I wish I were more vain.  I go back to the dentist soon for a cleaning, so I will ask him about if it's possible that I broke the tooth in ultimate and what the tooth looked like in my 2004 x-rays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-191760227311955807?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/191760227311955807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=191760227311955807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/191760227311955807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/191760227311955807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/01/dental-mystery.html' title='Dental Mystery'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qt1dPCdKyI0/R5QS3BQcdfI/AAAAAAAAACw/ny0gsz2RadE/s72-c/smile1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4881747530133530119</id><published>2008-01-18T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T12:15:16.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Joys of Being 30</title><content type='html'>I was walking down the steps of my building and happened to see two guys on a couch and one of them (I didn't see which) threw garbage on the floor.  They laughed, and one looked up who saw me walking down the steps.  I mailed my letter (which was in a different direction), then went back and picked up their litter and asked if one of them dropped that.  They pointed at each other.  I tossed the litter in between them and let them deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend saw this go down, and she said, "Good for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm overstating what I did when I say that I'm a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that trick from my dad: don't accuse, just ask if they had dropped it.  (Dad gave someone their garbage and innocently said, "Excuse me, sir, you dropped this," like he was being helpful.)  I thought I would have to wait until I grew to be six-feet tall with a mustache before I could confront a litter bug.  It's also convenient that I'm at school in a position with some authority.  I don't know if I could do that on the street yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm a hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4881747530133530119?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4881747530133530119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4881747530133530119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4881747530133530119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4881747530133530119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-joys-of-being-30.html' title='One of the Joys of Being 30'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-6838021336495772674</id><published>2008-01-14T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:07:28.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredulous</title><content type='html'>Frank is watching the &lt;i&gt;Sarah Connor Chronicles&lt;/i&gt;.  He doesn't understand how they have the money to stay in these different homes.  I asked, "Of all of it, that's the part you find hard to believe?"  He glared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's finding more things that aren't consistent with "The Story".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-6838021336495772674?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/6838021336495772674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=6838021336495772674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6838021336495772674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/6838021336495772674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/01/incredulous.html' title='Incredulous'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-4851688379059228596</id><published>2008-01-11T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:14:38.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skeleton</title><content type='html'>(Did I get Kristina's attention?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;, the local news advertised that they had a news story about a skeleton that was found at a construction site and the information about the skeleton that may surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the news led with this story.  The bones were found at a construction site in Lexington.  OK, now I'm more interested.  Then, they mentioned where the bones were found--corner of Nelson and Randolph.  I didn't think much of it.  Then, I realized that that's the construction site that I walk past everyday on my way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skeleton appears to be a woman, possibly buried in the 18th or 19th century.  They don't think there was any foul play.  Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.roanoke.com/news/roanoke/wb/146669"&gt;Roanoke Times&lt;/a&gt; story is more understandable, but the &lt;a href="http://www.wsls.com/servlet/Satellite?pagename=WSLS%2FMGArticle%2FSLS_BasicArticle&amp;c=MGArticle&amp;cid=1173354161869&amp;path=!news!localnews"&gt;WSLS story&lt;/a&gt; has pictures (sorry, no close ups).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that there is a &lt;i&gt;Cold Case&lt;/i&gt; episode loosely based on this event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-4851688379059228596?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/4851688379059228596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=4851688379059228596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4851688379059228596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/4851688379059228596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/01/skeleton.html' title='The Skeleton'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253731754784728570.post-8000000485462917649</id><published>2008-01-02T15:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:44:14.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>We all have different definitions of when we feel comfortable.  For Sydney, it's lying on her scratcher in the sun.  Syd's head is lying on the floor in this picture.  Dad says that Sydney looks like a cat who had the scratcher as a kitten and didn't realize that she outgrew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=400 src="http://www.cs.wlu.edu/~sprenkle/personal/comfy_syd.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/253731754784728570-8000000485462917649?l=sprenkliest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/feeds/8000000485462917649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=253731754784728570&amp;postID=8000000485462917649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8000000485462917649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/253731754784728570/posts/default/8000000485462917649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprenkliest.blogspot.com/2008/01/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>SS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
