<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736</id><updated>2009-10-13T09:29:17.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzzwords</title><subtitle type='html'>Laughter is one of the best parts of life.&lt;br&gt;It's what makes the hard parts easier to endure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-4156943132269178646</id><published>2009-09-23T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:04:24.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Reasons Why Double-Chocolate Fudge Ice Cream is Good For You</title><summary type='text'>Oh, what the heck. 

Who needs ten reasons? 

Who needs any reason at all?

Heard that old saying?

"Life’s short. Eat dessert first."

‘Scuse me, please.

I have to go scoop and enjoy.

© Copyright 2009 Suzzwords</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4156943132269178646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/09/ten-reasons-why-double-chocolate-fudge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4156943132269178646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4156943132269178646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/09/ten-reasons-why-double-chocolate-fudge.html' title='Ten Reasons Why Double-Chocolate Fudge Ice Cream is Good For You'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-7303860150215409531</id><published>2009-08-24T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:57:47.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Modernized Cave Man</title><summary type='text'>Some women are convinced that if it were not for us, men would still be living in caves. Oh, sure they would have big screen TVs to watch caveman football, coolers beside their recliner rocks for rot-gut hops, and a crispy pile of wild pig skins to munch on.Modern-day cave men would not shave or bathe, sniff their armpits with pride, and smile toothy grins. They would have invented things like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7303860150215409531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/08/modernized-cave-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7303860150215409531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7303860150215409531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/08/modernized-cave-man.html' title='Modernized Cave Man'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-7831463803892530677</id><published>2009-08-14T19:32:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:22:49.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock Radio – 1950s Style</title><summary type='text'>Back in the old days, just the utterance of the curse word “damn” from a teen’s mouth brought the wrath of every adult in earshot. Talk of you-know-what among groups of teens, despite their rampant hormones, was strictly taboo.Don’t know about the boys, but among teen girls information about “that” was a popular subject discussed endlessly behind closed doors and accompanied by giggles and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7831463803892530677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/08/shock-radio-1950s-style.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7831463803892530677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7831463803892530677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/08/shock-radio-1950s-style.html' title='Shock Radio – 1950s Style'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SoX4aNsLNOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qpVJYuPnHx4/s72-c/1950+Crosley+Radio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-5468195387375730384</id><published>2009-06-09T09:34:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:19:27.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Away From the Salt Shaker</title><summary type='text'> As we’ve aged, many of us have heard the dreaded words from our physician, “Cut down on the salt.” or worse, “No salt for you.” The American Heart Association recommends less than 2,300 mg of sodium per day. One-fourth teaspoon of salt has 575 mg of sodium!If you are brave enough to check the labels of processed foods or enjoy the yummy taste of fast foods, you can understand what the doc has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5468195387375730384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/step-away-from-salt-shaker.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/5468195387375730384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/5468195387375730384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/step-away-from-salt-shaker.html' title='Step Away From the Salt Shaker'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/Si5x1r3IjSI/AAAAAAAAANc/zz3OUYyL4hA/s72-c/Salt+Shaker+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-1030989150755213406</id><published>2009-05-25T12:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:16:54.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnewly Engaged</title><summary type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Gnorman Gnickols announce the engagement of their daughter, Gnelda, to Gned Gnewton, son of Mr and Mrs. Gneil Gnewton. The couple is planning a Fall wedding, with gnuptials taking place in the gnome home of the bride. After a honeymoon to Gnew Orleans, the couple will reside in Gnome Gnook.© Copyright 2009 Suzzwords Text and Photo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1030989150755213406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/05/gnewly-engaged.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/1030989150755213406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/1030989150755213406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/05/gnewly-engaged.html' title='Gnewly Engaged'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/ShrLaq83LCI/AAAAAAAAANM/o318Hp-ZUlw/s72-c/Gned+and+Gnelda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-5214298512908351315</id><published>2009-04-28T01:13:00.032-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:11:53.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ol’ Betsy</title><summary type='text'>She was big, she was bold, she was beautiful. She was a 1966 Pontiac 2+2 coupe. One day, long ago, we went out on an unopened portion of an Interstate highway and as I held my foot down on the gas, she easily soared to 120 mph.It was glorious as we flew over the concrete for a scant few seconds until my timid brain began screaming, "What the hell are you doing, you idiot, slow down!"We slowed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5214298512908351315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/ol-betsy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/5214298512908351315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/5214298512908351315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/ol-betsy.html' title='Ol’ Betsy'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SfcX3Jx3cNI/AAAAAAAAANE/nZ5E0DOp5fk/s72-c/2%2B2+Brochure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-4200880881732795346</id><published>2009-04-16T21:58:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:50:20.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Already</title><summary type='text'>Did a group (or groups) of people slip over the edge of sanity while I was out mowing the yard? I just ran across this web site for Extreme Grooming . Here are some photos from that page. Extreme poodle grooming!? How can dog lovers actually do THIS to a proud breed descended from the hard-working German water retriever?  Ninja-TurtleCock-a-Poodle-DooHave our brains overloaded on the quest to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4200880881732795346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/enough-already.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4200880881732795346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4200880881732795346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/enough-already.html' title='Enough Already'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SefjqW4B3VI/AAAAAAAAAM0/85842_7Dc00/s72-c/ninja-turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-3452990174279310108</id><published>2009-04-11T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:35:20.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Easter Bunnies</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3452990174279310108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-easter-bunnies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/3452990174279310108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/3452990174279310108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-easter-bunnies.html' title='Chocolate Easter Bunnies'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SeD-2nuB0fI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gG7FuFpFxpQ/s72-c/easterbunnies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-571375599378478216</id><published>2009-04-05T15:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:24:12.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooooo, Spring!</title><summary type='text'>© Copyright photos 2009 Suzzwords</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/571375599378478216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/hellooooo-spring.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/571375599378478216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/571375599378478216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/hellooooo-spring.html' title='Hellooooo, Spring!'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SdkEkXQZH3I/AAAAAAAAAME/1hcRxN9EmzI/s72-c/Varigated+Amarilis+April+2009+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-4824890237318495164</id><published>2009-01-27T11:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:16:29.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions, Questions, Questions</title><summary type='text'>How do those automatic faucets and flush toilets in public restrooms work? Yes, I know that when you “break the beam” they activate, but what powers the “beam.” Are they battery-operated, wind up like a clock or just magic? If they are battery-powered, does the housekeeping personnel now have to carry around pockets-full of AA Duracells? (Bet you never thought about that one did you?)Does your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4824890237318495164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/questions-questions-questions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4824890237318495164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4824890237318495164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/questions-questions-questions.html' title='Questions, Questions, Questions'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-7866389977881704260</id><published>2009-01-18T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:28:11.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unscientific Reasons Why M&amp;Ms Are Good for You</title><summary type='text'>“Watson, come here. I need you.”“Ah, there you are. For today’s scientific analysis, we are going to examine M&amp;Ms for their visual nutritional value.”“Here, you take a handful of the green and blue M&amp;Ms and I’ll take the yellow, orange and red.”“Our experiment is to determine if the outer candy shell that protects the tasty inner chocolate has any relationship to actual healthy foods.”“Watson, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7866389977881704260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/unscientific-reasons-why-m-are-good-for.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7866389977881704260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7866389977881704260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/unscientific-reasons-why-m-are-good-for.html' title='Unscientific Reasons Why M&amp;Ms Are Good for You'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-7110518740646639334</id><published>2008-12-22T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:12:54.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Oh, go ahead. You know you want to play!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7110518740646639334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7110518740646639334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7110518740646639334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-3316871852911986120</id><published>2008-11-24T20:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:36:54.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>After dinner, why not enjoy a challenging word game?    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3316871852911986120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/3316871852911986120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/3316871852911986120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-8559231604751641759</id><published>2008-10-21T22:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:43:24.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies are NOT Free</title><summary type='text'>$89.76 – Cost of garden tools to dig up area for butterfly garden.$14.99 – Cost of fertilizer for butterfly attracting plants.$18.76 – Cost of variety of butterfly attracting plants.$5.98 – Cost of ointment to relieve sunburn.$686.00 – Cost of emergency room treatment for bee sting.$145.00 – Cost of prescription to relieve swelling from bee sting.$75.00 – Cost of hiring someone to dig up garden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8559231604751641759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/10/butterflies-are-not-free.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/8559231604751641759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/8559231604751641759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/10/butterflies-are-not-free.html' title='Butterflies are NOT Free'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SP6QUWS7EwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sdTlDBuBqdA/s72-c/Butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-4969048192385604713</id><published>2008-10-07T10:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:37:04.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month</title><summary type='text'>It's been over two years since I said goodbye forever to one of my dearest friends who died from breast cancer. My sadness is compounded by knowing that even through she had a mammogram, the facility where she went did not properly read the results and recommended that "we watch" the lump. A year later, at another screening center at another facility, it was too late to halt the progress of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4969048192385604713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-is-national-breast-cancer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4969048192385604713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4969048192385604713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-is-national-breast-cancer.html' title='October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-5495378873096713179</id><published>2008-10-06T20:56:00.041-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:04:18.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Then and Now-A-Days</title><summary type='text'> Back Then: Straw broom to clean sidewalk, street after mowing.Now-A-Days: After filling gas tank, blow lawn clippings into street or neighbor’s yard (if they are not looking) with $124.99 Craftsman 200 mph 430 CFM Gas Blower/Vac.Back then: Look up the word in Webster’s Dictionary (that’s a book).Now-A-Days: Run spell checker. Who needs to learn to spaell?Back Then: Brylcreem. (A little dabba do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5495378873096713179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-then-and-now-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/5495378873096713179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/5495378873096713179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-then-and-now-days.html' title='Back Then and Now-A-Days'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SOrDpZyKToI/AAAAAAAAAIk/opBeu1WgKbI/s72-c/Corn+Brooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-33882885194475219</id><published>2008-09-23T09:55:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:13:20.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frayed Nerves and One Bent Shingle</title><summary type='text'>by Susan Burnell (Note from Suzzwords: My friend Susan Burnell, her husband, teenage son and two cats live in northwest Houston, where they "sheltered in place" safely during Hurricane Ike.She is now involved with a fundraising effort by the local chapter of the International Association of Business Communicators to help injured and displaced employees of the historic restaurant, Brennan's of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/33882885194475219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/09/frayed-nerves-and-one-bent-shingle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/33882885194475219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/33882885194475219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/09/frayed-nerves-and-one-bent-shingle.html' title='Frayed Nerves and One Bent Shingle'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-4443181723077737378</id><published>2008-09-15T11:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:32:28.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs in Light Fixtures</title><summary type='text'>With all the amazing discoveries and advances in science, you would think someone would figure out why bugs crawl into light fixtures. Why don’t they just crawl back out? Do they have some sort of death wish or it is elder bug tradition to be slowly toasted to dust rather than be a burden on their families?What is really intriguing is how they get into closed light fixtures; you know, the ones </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4443181723077737378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/09/bugs-in-light-fixtures.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4443181723077737378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4443181723077737378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/09/bugs-in-light-fixtures.html' title='Bugs in Light Fixtures'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-8140457178840360366</id><published>2008-08-23T12:18:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:33:20.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance, TS Fay</title><summary type='text'>There are certain truths about human behavior with the approach, arrival, and departure of tropical storms and hurricanes. There are always a few, who, even after negative experience from previous storms, still follow the same pattern. If you live in coastal regions subject to hurricanes and tropical storms and exhibit any of the behaviors listed below, please move to another country.1. Refuse to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8140457178840360366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-riddance-ts-fay.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/8140457178840360366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/8140457178840360366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-riddance-ts-fay.html' title='Good Riddance, TS Fay'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-4252251783120326201</id><published>2008-08-01T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:48:41.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><summary type='text'>Before television, video games, and computers, kids went outside to play. We didn’t need fancy electronic toys or expensive outdoor “equipment.” We had imagination. Imagination could turn a stick into a magic wand, a large cardboard box into a space ship, and clouds into anything. On lazy, hot summer days, we would spread our blankets or old quilts under the trees, lie on our backs and describe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4252251783120326201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/08/clouds.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4252251783120326201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4252251783120326201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/08/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SJNZvC5lXDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AX0HGD_RZT4/s72-c/Cloud+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-7802550545879399346</id><published>2008-07-29T13:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:33:52.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the Small Cars</title><summary type='text'>Do you drive a small car? You know, the kind tall people have to fold into and short people love for the head room? Have you felt intimidated by the big, really big, luxury sedans, monster pickups, SUVs, and vans that come stalking up behind you on the expressway? Have you seen the smirky looks on the driver’s faces as they loom over you when passing?Hahahahahaha, you big car drivers!Who's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7802550545879399346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/revenge-of-small-cars.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7802550545879399346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/7802550545879399346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/revenge-of-small-cars.html' title='Revenge of the Small Cars'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SI9b7tWHpqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9k4C3ITKBds/s72-c/Economy+Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-3881113324981588012</id><published>2008-07-22T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:02:54.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxine for President</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3881113324981588012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/maxine-for-president.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/3881113324981588012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/3881113324981588012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/maxine-for-president.html' title='Maxine for President'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-65408481245911597</id><published>2008-07-16T17:53:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:39:41.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don’t Read ThisYou have probably seen at least one confidentially notice at the bottom of a forwarded email. If the contents of the email is especially funny or political (is there a difference?), the email may have been forwarded so many times that it picked up several notices.Notices are apparently added automatically so the sender never sees what their company, organization or government has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/65408481245911597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-read-this-you-have-probably-seen.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/65408481245911597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/65408481245911597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-read-this-you-have-probably-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-4114357792243988310</id><published>2008-07-14T10:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:41:59.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye, Sweet Olive</title><summary type='text'>Olive Riley, the world’s oldest blogger, passed away Saturday, July 12, at the age of 108.Her blog – or blob – as she called it, was read by thousands around the world. From her first post in February 2007, Olive documented life events and sang happy songs that gave many of her readers historical insights into what it was like to grow up in Broken Hill, Australia.Olive Riley was an amazing woman </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4114357792243988310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-bye-sweet-olive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4114357792243988310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/4114357792243988310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-bye-sweet-olive.html' title='Good Bye, Sweet Olive'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SHtlBnZfysI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Sg-pzkyFIcc/s72-c/Olive+Riley+Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-3080649632881208204</id><published>2008-07-02T20:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:19:30.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday America</title><summary type='text'>Mother Nature put on her own spectacular display in celebration of our Nation's birthday.History of Independence Day from the History Channel© Copyright text and photo 2008 Suzzwords</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3080649632881208204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-america.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/3080649632881208204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15153736/posts/default/3080649632881208204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzzwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday America'/><author><name>Suzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030</uri><email>suzzwords@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13969850308462644972'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PfpvQmzSN5I/SG14PZnroTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xT4ayyNSCms/s72-c/Sunset+7+3+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>