<?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-31770964</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:18:13.251-07:00</updated><category term='Spring Storm'/><title type='text'>Can't Saddle a Dead Horse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-5682671399492630158</id><published>2008-10-13T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:47:08.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/SPOWW0zoTqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vWGL-JGye44/s1600-h/maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/SPOWW0zoTqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vWGL-JGye44/s320/maggie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710508947984034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Memory of Maggie Mae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning Maggie Mae passed away quietly at home. I don't know what else to say, other than we will miss her. She was one great cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly didn't expect her to go, especially before Persistence and so quickly. But at least she was at home with us. She is now buried in the backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye Princess Maggie Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-5682671399492630158?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5682671399492630158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=5682671399492630158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5682671399492630158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5682671399492630158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-memory-of-maggie-mae-early-this.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/SPOWW0zoTqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vWGL-JGye44/s72-c/maggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-6150779038755180077</id><published>2008-09-14T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:35:38.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just My Luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's do a quick run down so far, as to how my life sucks. First, I still don't have a job. I have applied for everything, and absolutely nothing so far. Okay, well as friends have said, "Don't worry, something will turn up." Yah okay. Well, I have no money and get this. I was denied EI because if I stayed in Rupert, I would have found a job sooner. Right, so I am supposed to stay in Rupert and remain single forever?! I don't think so. But apparently that is not covered by EI, so no EI for me. No money. So I had to liquidate my Rsp's. Okay, so that should give me 2 months. But no investments. And my house still hasn't sold. Arghhh! Then to top off everything else, I continue to get stungs by wasps, on a regular basis, everytime I take the trash out. Actually, these things dive bomb me. And it hurts. It gets all swollen and itchy and takes more than a week to heal. Painful! So guess what happened on Friday? Yes I get stung yet again, but where? Yes that is right. On the ass this time. I was stung on the ass by a wasp! So my left butt cheek is swollen and making my ass all lopsided, and is itchy and painful as hell. This has just been the topper to a really shitty week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, no rain. Just clear blue skies and temps in the 20s. I can take the dogs for their walks without getting soaking wet. They just built a new dog park 4 blocks away, so I take the dogs there so they run around, and I don't have to worry about Casey taking off. It is quite neat. They need to build one in Rupert, but knowing some of the dog owners in Rupert, it would soon become a big pile of shit, because for some reason, there are quite a few dog owners in Rupert that don't pick up after their dogs. Here, I don't see nearly as much dog shit when I walk Casey and Finnigan, which is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now. I can't sit for too long, as it hurts my swollen ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-6150779038755180077?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/6150779038755180077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=6150779038755180077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/6150779038755180077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/6150779038755180077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-my-luck-okay-lets-do-quick-run.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-4393579436056836198</id><published>2008-09-04T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:30:45.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/SMBhitnwrpI/AAAAAAAAADs/H4y3z3DGjjU/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/SMBhitnwrpI/AAAAAAAAADs/H4y3z3DGjjU/s320/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242297215249067666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no job. Nothing. Na da! I am a loser. What the hell am I doing here? I just got back from a job interview. They didn't want me for this English job. But yay! I get to be on the TOC list. I guess I am feeling a little down. I should be working by now and I don't like being unemployed. I am broke and bored. I just want a job. Maybe I should just find a large box and a empty doorway and call it a life. Okay, that is a bit extreme. I hope something turns up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-4393579436056836198?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4393579436056836198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=4393579436056836198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4393579436056836198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4393579436056836198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/SMBhitnwrpI/AAAAAAAAADs/H4y3z3DGjjU/s72-c/clip_image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-5116680532512995396</id><published>2008-08-25T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:08:18.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/SLMRB1FgkPI/AAAAAAAAADk/l2U06iS63S4/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/SLMRB1FgkPI/AAAAAAAAADk/l2U06iS63S4/s320/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238549514689745138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2 in the 'Loops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that the excitement of the move is over I am feeling a bit on the bored side. I guess it is just the waiting thing. I have to wait; for the house to sell; to get a job; to live my life. All this waiting is something I don't do very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs have settled into a routine, and I think they are liking the role of guard dog for Mum, although she doesn't need guarding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have nothing much to report. Just waiting......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-5116680532512995396?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5116680532512995396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=5116680532512995396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5116680532512995396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5116680532512995396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-2-in-loops-well-now-that.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/SLMRB1FgkPI/AAAAAAAAADk/l2U06iS63S4/s72-c/clip_image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-4472745521961589645</id><published>2008-08-17T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:59:28.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="www.venturekamloops.com/SiteCM/i/upload/45262..."&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="www.venturekamloops.com/SiteCM/i/upload/45262..." border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move to Kamloops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have finally done it. I have moved from Prince Rupert back to my home town of Kamloops. Wow what an experience. I managed to get some of my former students to load a UHaul truck with all my belongings and drive back to Kamloops. Getting the truck was a trial in patience. I had reserved the truck for Monday, but on Saturday I got a phone call from the UHaul saying they have my truck but I would have to go to Burns Lake to pick it up. Seriously! Burns Lake! No way. Apparently "they don't guarantee location pick-up". What about customer service? I managed to rearrange things and got a truck in Terrace on Tuesday instead. So Tuesday afternoon, the truck got loaded (creativly) and I headed off to Kamloops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Kamloops I managed to find a storage space (apparently large spaces are at a premium)and unloaded the truck and packed full an 8x16 locker. Thankfully my dad and Cherryl were there to help unload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew back to Prince Rupert on Saturday. Actually, I ended up flying to Terrace because the Prince Rupert airport was fogged in. It made for a longer day than I had wished. Oh well. Picked up the dogs, said my farewells and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention that Lauri and Elizabeth have been lifesavers. Not only picking my up at the Highliner, but hiring cleaners for the house, and Lauri is painting away my red walls. They have been amazing. I will miss you guys so much, especially the prime rib dinners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to all my Prince Rupert family. I will try to update this blog regularly. Miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-4472745521961589645?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4472745521961589645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=4472745521961589645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4472745521961589645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4472745521961589645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2008/08/move-to-kamloops-well-i-have-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-3886541770528218217</id><published>2008-01-01T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:11.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/R3sUfoMVFcI/AAAAAAAAADc/ilcp417e32U/s1600-h/100_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/R3sUfoMVFcI/AAAAAAAAADc/ilcp417e32U/s320/100_0845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150733132425926082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/R3sTYoMVFbI/AAAAAAAAADU/nY5paAUdhTQ/s1600-h/100_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/R3sTYoMVFbI/AAAAAAAAADU/nY5paAUdhTQ/s320/100_0741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150731912655214002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/R3sP_YMVFaI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jfl80c_2HwQ/s1600-h/100_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/R3sP_YMVFaI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jfl80c_2HwQ/s320/100_0702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150728180328633762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TRIP TO PUERTO VALLARTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from my vacation to Puerto Vallarta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-3886541770528218217?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3886541770528218217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=3886541770528218217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/3886541770528218217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/3886541770528218217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2008/01/trip-to-puerto-vallarta-here-are-some.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/R3sUfoMVFcI/AAAAAAAAADc/ilcp417e32U/s72-c/100_0845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-3350287885606848046</id><published>2007-09-02T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:11.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paintings Completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RtssYIPi8FI/AAAAAAAAADE/YJfFqEHQgr4/s1600-h/100_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RtssYIPi8FI/AAAAAAAAADE/YJfFqEHQgr4/s320/100_0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105723395595759698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished all three paintings. I am impressed with how they turned out. Now for my next subject? I have no idea, but maybe it will have to wait for next summer when I feel inspired again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-3350287885606848046?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3350287885606848046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=3350287885606848046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/3350287885606848046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/3350287885606848046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/09/paintings-completed-i-finished-all.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/RtssYIPi8FI/AAAAAAAAADE/YJfFqEHQgr4/s72-c/100_0396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-9094698907556663606</id><published>2007-08-23T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:25:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More Summer Reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/52/Countofmontecristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/52/Countofmontecristo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Kamloops, where I had sometime to continue reading. This time I chose the classic, Count of Monte Cristo. I decided to read this novel because I loved the movie. I also get quite curious when books are made into movies, especially classic books. I loved the movie, so I thought, hey? Why not? So I picked up a copy and set to reading. I have to say, I was surprised. Although I still like the movie, I am somewhat disappointed that they changed some of the more important parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I really enjoyed the novel. The ending was a bit of a letdown, but I guess not every novel is a fairy tale, just like life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-9094698907556663606?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/9094698907556663606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=9094698907556663606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/9094698907556663606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/9094698907556663606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-summer-reading-count-of-monte.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-5339685727923574092</id><published>2007-08-01T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:12.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creative Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RrE0FjD8MHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GWXJG0ozXVo/s1600-h/100_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RrE0FjD8MHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GWXJG0ozXVo/s320/100_0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093909923448500338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving summer vacation. No where in my mind, am I worried about planning, marking, reporting or anything else that will weigh down my mind and prevent me from enjoying myself. So here I am working on my painting skills. I had forgotten how much I actually enjoyed painting. So here is the first result of my practices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-5339685727923574092?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5339685727923574092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=5339685727923574092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5339685727923574092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5339685727923574092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/08/creative-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/RrE0FjD8MHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GWXJG0ozXVo/s72-c/100_0381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-5082442870938774658</id><published>2007-07-06T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:00:54.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Summer Reading Continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/55/A_Fine_Balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/55/A_Fine_Balance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished reading A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. I was an interesting read, I have to admit. At first I was hesitant to read it because I have very little background knowledge about India, but in the end that didn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes place in Mumbai, India between 1975 and 1977 during the Emergency. It doesn't actually say where it takes place, but a little research clears this up. I think he purposely keeps this vague because then it doesn't focus on the history of The Emergency but on the characters who have to live through this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of themes that weave its way through this novel. There are of course the political, such as the effect of totaltarianism on regular people, and how far corruption can hurt people. There are also the themes of the role of women, the question of self-reliance and what is family. What I enjoyed was the question of the thin line between good and bad, and between vulnerability and fortitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, reading this book was like wrapping myself in silk. It was beautiful to read, and I will suggest this book to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-5082442870938774658?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5082442870938774658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=5082442870938774658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5082442870938774658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5082442870938774658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-summer-reading-continues-i-have-just.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-9016611788881069643</id><published>2007-07-01T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:12.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogD-iRA1AI/AAAAAAAAACk/uJ1H08PUwTg/s1600-h/100_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogD-iRA1AI/AAAAAAAAACk/uJ1H08PUwTg/s320/100_0357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082316552372540418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogD_CRA1BI/AAAAAAAAACs/QXZeQ544b6c/s1600-h/100_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogD_CRA1BI/AAAAAAAAACs/QXZeQ544b6c/s320/100_0356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082316560962475026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogD_iRA1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tiq68shShlY/s1600-h/100_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogD_iRA1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tiq68shShlY/s320/100_0354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082316569552409634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing tons of sewing lately. I figure it is the best way to keep out of trouble, even though a bit of trouble would be kinda nice right about now. As long as that trouble doesn't piss on my floor I might be welcome to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples of the purses I have been working on. I have others as well, which I will take some pictures of and post later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-9016611788881069643?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/9016611788881069643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=9016611788881069643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/9016611788881069643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/9016611788881069643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-doing-tons-of-sewing-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogD-iRA1AI/AAAAAAAAACk/uJ1H08PUwTg/s72-c/100_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-5190296277177470777</id><published>2007-07-01T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:13.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogBzyRA0-I/AAAAAAAAACU/G-fr8Ezyyv0/s1600-h/100_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogBzyRA0-I/AAAAAAAAACU/G-fr8Ezyyv0/s320/100_0278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082314168665691106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogB0CRA0_I/AAAAAAAAACc/O5pzAeGgV_s/s1600-h/100_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogB0CRA0_I/AAAAAAAAACc/O5pzAeGgV_s/s320/100_0282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082314172960658418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ya ya, I know. I haven't posted anything in a while. Well, I hope that will change. Here are some pictures from June 2nd. I was volunteering for the Skeena River Relay. It was a warm day and I got some great shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-5190296277177470777?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5190296277177470777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=5190296277177470777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5190296277177470777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5190296277177470777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/07/ya-ya-ya-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/RogBzyRA0-I/AAAAAAAAACU/G-fr8Ezyyv0/s72-c/100_0278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-3636779855970778346</id><published>2007-05-09T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:55:10.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Thirteenth Tale Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally finished reading &lt;em&gt;The Thirteenth Tale,&lt;/em&gt; I shouldn't say finally because I enjoyed devouring this novel, and I have to say that it was one of the better books that I have ever read. Before I started the novel, I read a number of reviews just out of curiosity. All of them praised this novel, but I was skeptical for some reason. I tend to gravitate toward novels that are "happy" and I wasnt sure if I would enjoy this book. It was darker than other books that I have read, but darker in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had a number of spiritual and mystical elements threading through the story. The magical connection of twinness, the mystery of family and secrets, and the pain of loneliness. Yes, it was "dark" but by the end of the novel it felt that the darkness had a purpose and there was a sense of hope coming from despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: Read this book and you will also be gripped by the mystery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-3636779855970778346?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/3636779855970778346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=3636779855970778346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/3636779855970778346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/3636779855970778346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/05/thirteenth-tale-part-2-i-have-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-4801471949802706906</id><published>2007-05-06T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:13.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rj4i3gk4hpI/AAAAAAAAACE/D0zCrIkkq7A/s1600-h/yogabag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061521368243799698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rj4i3gk4hpI/AAAAAAAAACE/D0zCrIkkq7A/s320/yogabag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rj4i4Ak4hqI/AAAAAAAAACM/1TYRf90dfhE/s1600-h/purses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061521376833734306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rj4i4Ak4hqI/AAAAAAAAACM/1TYRf90dfhE/s320/purses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Latest Projects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have abandoned the baby quilts, at least for a while. I now have enough baby quilts to last a lifetime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My creativity is now focused on making bags and purses. I am finding it interesting to come up with an idea and see if I can create it. The tall bag on the left is a yoga mat bag. The other picture is a variety of purses. The cow print is my latest creation. I really like this one. I plan to sell these at the craft fair in November. Hopefully these will sell better than the baby quilts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-4801471949802706906?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4801471949802706906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=4801471949802706906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4801471949802706906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4801471949802706906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-latest-projects-i-have-abandoned.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rj4i3gk4hpI/AAAAAAAAACE/D0zCrIkkq7A/s72-c/yogabag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-7689132979486819453</id><published>2007-05-04T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:19:39.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.ca/catalog/covers_450/9780385662840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.randomhouse.ca/catalog/covers_450/9780385662840.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am reading The Thirteenth Tale. I am about half way through it and I am really enjoying it. It has been described as a Gothic novel, but I am not sure what that means. If it means that there is something dark about it, then it's true. There is a dark mystery surrounding the Anglefield family, and the protagonist Margaret has found herself in the middle of it. I am not sure where the Anglefield story is going to lead her and I can't wait to find out. Already I can recommend this book.  Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-7689132979486819453?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7689132979486819453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=7689132979486819453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/7689132979486819453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/7689132979486819453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/05/right-now-i-am-reading-thirteenth-tale.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-4509305447045325591</id><published>2007-04-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:16:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mariankeyesbooks.com/images/cover_other_side_pb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mariankeyesbooks.com/images/cover_other_side_pb.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading The Other Side of the Story by Marian Keyes, and I really enjoyed it. The first Marian Keyes book I read was Sushi for Beginners and I really liked it so I bought The Other Side of the Story. I was not disappointed. It tells the story of three women. It was funny and engaging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what else to say about this book. It just appealed to me. I wouldn't say it was classic literature in any sense of the word, but does every book we read have to be classic lit? I don't think so. I like challenging myself to "harder" reads, but I also like to reqularly read a book because it is fun to read. I can just enjoy the story and not have to analyse every thing about it. With this book I was able to sit back, engage in the story and relate to the characters. Most of all, I could have a great laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-4509305447045325591?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4509305447045325591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=4509305447045325591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4509305447045325591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4509305447045325591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-8675451539808533116</id><published>2007-04-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:13.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RiRCwuhfmXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/76EUIPguS_o/s1600-h/100_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RiRCwuhfmXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/76EUIPguS_o/s320/100_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054238086706207090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RiRCHOhfmWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jbuGV81a8cU/s1600-h/100_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RiRCHOhfmWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jbuGV81a8cU/s320/100_0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054237373741635938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes along the Skeena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures taken at Spring Break. I love the drive between Rupert and Terrace, there's nothing like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-8675451539808533116?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8675451539808533116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=8675451539808533116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/8675451539808533116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/8675451539808533116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/04/scenes-along-skeena-these-are-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/RiRCwuhfmXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/76EUIPguS_o/s72-c/100_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-1238422545939803988</id><published>2007-04-02T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:13.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Storm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RhFtB6aTOFI/AAAAAAAAABs/QcG0ebUpeDk/s1600-h/100_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RhFtB6aTOFI/AAAAAAAAABs/QcG0ebUpeDk/s320/100_0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048936536885901394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of my car last Thursday morning. I had cleared the car on Wednesday afterschool and managed to make my way home. My car managed to be buried from 4:00 on. It was amazing! I haven't had to dig out my car in more than 10 years. It was amazing, and a whole lot of hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-1238422545939803988?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1238422545939803988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=1238422545939803988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/1238422545939803988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/1238422545939803988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-photo-of-my-car-last-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/RhFtB6aTOFI/AAAAAAAAABs/QcG0ebUpeDk/s72-c/100_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-5131338493289900698</id><published>2007-03-28T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:14.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RgsJGaaTODI/AAAAAAAAABY/aD1UJJZ5w6M/s1600-h/100_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RgsJGaaTODI/AAAAAAAAABY/aD1UJJZ5w6M/s320/100_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047137813172271154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RgsJG6aTOEI/AAAAAAAAABg/C0WUoKw7lVQ/s1600-h/100_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RgsJG6aTOEI/AAAAAAAAABg/C0WUoKw7lVQ/s320/100_0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047137821762205762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RgsIB6aTOBI/AAAAAAAAABI/5FZlfQ7zLzA/s1600-h/100_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RgsIB6aTOBI/AAAAAAAAABI/5FZlfQ7zLzA/s320/100_0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047136636351232018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RgsICaaTOCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VT-hfSX_hxM/s1600-h/100_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RgsICaaTOCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VT-hfSX_hxM/s320/100_0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047136644941166626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter wonderland! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that winter was over, but I guess it isn't in Prince Rupert. The snow is falling and it isn't stopping. Maybe it will be a snow day tomorrow. Here's hoping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't March this would be beautiful. Now it's just inconvienent.  But the dogs are loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-5131338493289900698?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5131338493289900698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=5131338493289900698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5131338493289900698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5131338493289900698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/03/winter-wonderland-i-thought-that-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/RgsJGaaTODI/AAAAAAAAABY/aD1UJJZ5w6M/s72-c/100_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-6888584027191691141</id><published>2007-03-27T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:14.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rgm2PqaTOAI/AAAAAAAAABA/3JfRH9ZiL-g/s1600-h/prettypersit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rgm2PqaTOAI/AAAAAAAAABA/3JfRH9ZiL-g/s320/prettypersit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046765237644244994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Persistence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a snapshot of my kitty Persistence. She is looking quite attractive here. Unfortunately I have had to shave parts of her. She managed to get some matts on her back due to the fact that she is too fat to properly groom herself. She is also unable to groom herself in other, more private areas, so I had to shave her bum. She didn't mind the electric shaver on her back, she thought is was a massage. She did not enjoy the other shaving, and frankly I didn not find it all that enjoyable either. Thankfully she doesn't seem vain in any sense of the word and doesn't hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-6888584027191691141?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/6888584027191691141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=6888584027191691141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/6888584027191691141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/6888584027191691141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/03/pretty-persistence-here-is-snapshot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rgm2PqaTOAI/AAAAAAAAABA/3JfRH9ZiL-g/s72-c/prettypersit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-1832679596249405965</id><published>2007-03-26T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:14.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rgh0B6Ljk6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PqXQ1WQ9bIY/s1600-h/100_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rgh0B6Ljk6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PqXQ1WQ9bIY/s320/100_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046410958615057314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is Over!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sad that Spring Break is over. During my week of relaxation I went to Terrace. I brought my new camera to test it out. Here is a picture that I took. It wasn't the sunniest of days as you can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-1832679596249405965?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/1832679596249405965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=1832679596249405965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/1832679596249405965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/1832679596249405965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-break-is-over-i-am-very-sad-that.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rgh0B6Ljk6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PqXQ1WQ9bIY/s72-c/100_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-2889761484630277804</id><published>2007-03-19T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:15.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rf7j2kuKUqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgBK8gTYuCg/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rf7j2kuKUqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgBK8gTYuCg/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043719159411266210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Prince Rupert Eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-2889761484630277804?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/2889761484630277804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=2889761484630277804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/2889761484630277804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/2889761484630277804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/03/prince-rupert-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/Rf7j2kuKUqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jgBK8gTYuCg/s72-c/DSC00677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-4873173733727382968</id><published>2007-03-16T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:58:29.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Self-Discoverer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/self-discoverer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine.&lt;br /&gt;You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion.&lt;br /&gt;You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-4873173733727382968?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/4873173733727382968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=4873173733727382968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4873173733727382968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/4873173733727382968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-self-discoverer-youre-not.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-8140123754218874141</id><published>2007-03-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:15.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obscure Pictures From Prince Rupert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RflfrkuKUpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5P3YS4P-3gk/s1600-h/springjuxta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RflfrkuKUpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5P3YS4P-3gk/s320/springjuxta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042166460014285458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spring juxtaposed with winter. Only in Prince Rupert can this happen. Now where in Prince Rupert did I get this picture? Well, I didn't have to stoop to take this photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-8140123754218874141?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/8140123754218874141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=8140123754218874141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/8140123754218874141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/8140123754218874141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/03/obscure-pictures-from-prince-rupert.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/RflfrkuKUpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5P3YS4P-3gk/s72-c/springjuxta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-7824568899966590174</id><published>2007-03-14T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:48:08.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I give up!!!! The picture won't post. I'll try later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-7824568899966590174?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/7824568899966590174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=7824568899966590174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/7824568899966590174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/7824568899966590174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-78792948251005026</id><published>2007-03-14T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:39:15.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it has been 2 months since my last blog update, but considering a grand total of 3 people view my blog regularly, and they all see each other regularly, what's the point? Okay, so I figured I need to have a theme. There are many blogs out there with themes, so I figured this is what I need to do. Theme!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my theme. Random images from Prince Rupert. I'll leave clues to where I took the pictures. I was trying to upload a picture but it wasn't working. I will post this and try again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-78792948251005026?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/78792948251005026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=78792948251005026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/78792948251005026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/78792948251005026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-it-has-been-2-months-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-876815311117472719</id><published>2007-01-14T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T13:08:58.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.linlithgow.com/images/linlithgow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.linlithgow.com/images/linlithgow1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite place in the world. Personally I think it is because I was Mary Queen of Scots in a past life. This may explain why I am still single. It is karma working in its strange ways. Hopefully I won't be executed in this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-876815311117472719?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/876815311117472719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=876815311117472719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/876815311117472719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/876815311117472719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-favorite-place-this-is-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-5570409105654558731</id><published>2007-01-03T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:35:15.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RZyhnBM60aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VsU-MO2ydbk/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JvvAazKwwM/RZyhnBM60aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VsU-MO2ydbk/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016061776693481890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have returned from Kamloops, no worse for wear. I managed to avoid all back handed complements, which was great. The dogs enjoyed the time with their "grandma" and "uncle". It is nice to come home though. Although my mother's house is always relaxing, it is nice to be in my own home. I hit Chapters only twice, and only went to Fabricland once. This is almost unheard of for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed away from Chapters only because I got quite the haul of books for Christmas. No useless decorative items for me!!!!! I wish I could do more reading so I can devour all the books that I got in an instant! But no...I am still working on The Way the Crow Flies by Ann-Marie MacDonald. It is very disturbing, but that is why I picked it up. It takes place in 1962 Centralia, Ontario. That is the other reason why I picked it up, my father at one point in his life as an air force brat lived in Centralia.  It is written in the third person and changes perspective often. The main character is Madeline McCarthy, but it often switches to her father Jack or her mother Mimi. It deals with some heavy topics. I am not sure I would recommend this book to just anybody. You need to have a strong constitution to read it, so don't pick it up if you can't handle the heavy topics. Although I don't know why I am bothering with this warning, there are only 3 people that read my blog and they have probably read it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's another picture of my babies. Finnegan is getting so big, he is looking more like a big mop everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-5570409105654558731?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/5570409105654558731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=5570409105654558731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5570409105654558731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/5570409105654558731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2007/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>B</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/_7JvvAazKwwM/RZyhnBM60aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VsU-MO2ydbk/s72-c/DSC00565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31770964.post-116468795645799004</id><published>2006-11-27T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:25:57.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures of My Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/DSC00551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/DSC00551.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/DSC00447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/DSC00447.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/DSC00451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/DSC00451.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are getting along great! I have never seen Casey so happy. I am so glad that I got another dog, it was the best decision I have ever made. Anyways, here are some more pictures. I hope you enjoy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-116468795645799004?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/116468795645799004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=116468795645799004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116468795645799004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116468795645799004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-pictures-of-my-baby.html' title='More Pictures of My Baby!!'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-116416337632061103</id><published>2006-11-21T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:42:56.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/DSC00430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/DSC00430.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/DSC00439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/DSC00439.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I haven't updated my blog in a while. It's not like I have a life or anything. I am busy with a new addition to my little family. Yes, that's right. I have adopted a new puppy. His name is Finnigan. Casey is esstatic because finally there is someone, other than myself, to play with. Their antics are so cute! Finnigan is constantly crawling all over Casey, and she just lets him. Thankfully I am planning on replacing the carpet with lamenent flooring in the spring, so I am not too worried about the house training issue. Anyways, here's a picture of the puppy. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-116416337632061103?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/116416337632061103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=116416337632061103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116416337632061103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116416337632061103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-update.html' title='Finally, An Update'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-116261413958530558</id><published>2006-11-03T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:22:19.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gorgeous sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/DSC00423.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/DSC00423.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture from my window. Isnt' it great? The one great thing about this place is the view, especially of the ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-116261413958530558?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/116261413958530558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=116261413958530558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116261413958530558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116261413958530558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/11/gorgeous-sunset.html' title='A gorgeous sunset'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-116121930387862787</id><published>2006-10-18T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:55:03.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is So ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fozzie Bear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/fozzie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wocka! Wocka!"&lt;br /&gt;You're the life of the party, and you love making people crack up.&lt;br /&gt;If only your routine didn't always bomb!&lt;br /&gt;You may find more groans than laughs, but always keep the jokes coming.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-116121930387862787?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/116121930387862787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=116121930387862787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116121930387862787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116121930387862787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-so-me.html' title='This is So ME!!!!'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-116104843109471598</id><published>2006-10-16T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:27:11.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interested Edge?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Andy Warhol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/andy-warhol.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got an interested edge that would be reflected in any portrait&lt;br /&gt;You don't need any fancy paint techniques to stand out from the crowd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-116104843109471598?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/116104843109471598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=116104843109471598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116104843109471598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116104843109471598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/10/interested-edge.html' title='An Interested Edge?!'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-116088869857753380</id><published>2006-10-14T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:04:58.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the life of Froggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set9%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set9%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi there my name is Froggy and I am the favorite toy of Casey the dog. It is not only hard being green, but it is not easy being a chew toy either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spend a great deal of time in peace and contemplation in some remote corner of the house, thankfully ignored by two highly strung felines. It is boring, to say the least, when I am in these forgotten places and sometimes I want the dog to remember my existence. Then suddenly I am pounced on, out of nowhere! My inner peace suddenly disturbed. It is at these moments when I long for those boring hours of being ignored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wouldn't understand the torture involved in being a chew toy. Being suddenly taken unawares not withstanding, my body is then chewed on, over and over. The squeeks from my body just encourage the dog to continue her torture of me. Then I feel my body being ripped and tugged upon as the human grabs my rubbery body from the jaws of the slobbering mongrel. I think, for brief moments, that I am saved. Finally someone sees my value and wants me. Then suddenly I feel my green body sailing through the air and then I am bouncing with no purpose. Randomly I tumble. Maybe I am safe. NOooooooooo! I am again in the jaws of Casey. The whole process repeats, over and over, and I am getting wetter and wetter. This is so disgusting! Do I get Workers Comp for this torture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally they have forgotten about me, and I am again forgotten. Ahhhh peace and quiet. At least for a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-116088869857753380?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/116088869857753380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=116088869857753380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116088869857753380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116088869857753380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-in-life-of-froggy.html' title='A Day in the life of Froggy'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-116037162620361912</id><published>2006-10-08T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:27:06.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clymont Park Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set9%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set9%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set9%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set9%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set9%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set9%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny day in Prince Rupert. Who would have thought that this could happen in Prince Rupert? I just had to take advantage of it. Besides, I couldn't take pictures of my adventure of being lost in the Extew area. These will have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-116037162620361912?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/116037162620361912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=116037162620361912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116037162620361912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116037162620361912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/10/clymont-park-trail.html' title='Clymont Park Trail'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-116028083126097576</id><published>2006-10-07T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:13:52.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persistence's Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set8%20080.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set8%20080.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so rough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:45 am I am so hungry that I am aroused from a sound sleep. Now, I am faced with a dilema; how to wake Mum. If I start squawking, Mum will just lock me out of the room, and I won't eat for hours and hours. That will not do at all. I have to call in reinforcements, unfortunately that means talking to that dumb mutt. Well, its the only way. Mum always wakes up if that dog whines. "Hey dog! Don't you have to go outside?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was too easy. But at least I am fed. Now to visit the facilities, then fall back into that deep sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! It's Saturday. Why is that beeping going on? Oh no! Mum is getting up. Maybe if I stay quiet (yes it's hard) she won't notice me under these blankets. Uh oh, she's noticed me. Aaagh! She's picking me up. I hate that. She knows that. Oh well, I guess I could use a snack, hopefully my sister hasn't eaten all the leftovers. Really! She doesn't need it as much as I do. Can't she see I am wasting away here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey where did Mum go? She was just here. That's okay, it seems that she took that stupid, slobbering mutt with her. All the better for me. I think I will sleep on the couch and soak up some of this sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been asleep for some time. There are sounds coming up the steps. It must be Mum. I have to be right there at the door for her. Oh Crap! The dog is with her. Ahhh, run! Run! Why doesn't that dog realize I hate her. Dumb animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! I am so hungry. Hey! Mum, where are you going? Why aren't you taking the mutt with you? Wait a minute, you haven't fed me yet. Stop! Don't go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Mum is home. She can feed me. I think I have to use some of my persuasive powers. I'll try following her around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck. I'll try some head butting. Maybe I can move her by force. I am starting to get a headache, but my hunger is far more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not working! Okay, now for the last straw. I'll sit by my dish and squawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It worked! I have been fed. Of course I had to wait for Maggie to finish first, but "age before beauty"! Now it's time for a good grooming and a nap. When is Mum going to bed? Why is she typing on that machine? She should really pay more attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-116028083126097576?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/116028083126097576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=116028083126097576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116028083126097576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/116028083126097576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/10/persistences-journal.html' title='Persistence&apos;s Journal'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115983623260540751</id><published>2006-10-02T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:43:52.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts,  music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor &lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer &lt;br /&gt;Dancer  - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115983623260540751?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115983623260540751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115983623260540751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115983623260540751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115983623260540751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-career.html' title='My Career'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115966974118245092</id><published>2006-09-30T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:29:01.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;100 Years by Five for Fighting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2004hitsongareyouquiz/100-years.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every day's a new day...&lt;br /&gt;15 there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy and time to choose&lt;br /&gt;Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this&lt;br /&gt;When you only got 100 years to live"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 was about thinking and reflecting - but isn't every year?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2004hitsongareyouquiz/"&gt;What 2004 Hit Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115966974118245092?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115966974118245092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115966974118245092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115966974118245092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115966974118245092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-song.html' title='My Song'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115966842762587037</id><published>2006-09-30T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:07:07.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Kay Evening with Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set8%20147.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set8%20147.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night I hosted a Mary Kay party with my friend Mary. This is a new endeavor that she is embarking on in her retirement. Overall, it was a fun evening, and by the end of it, we were all looking gorgeous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115966842762587037?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115966842762587037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115966842762587037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115966842762587037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115966842762587037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/mary-kay-evening-with-mary.html' title='Mary Kay Evening with Mary'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115949818279058967</id><published>2006-09-28T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:49:42.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witchy Woman</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am still reading Ivanhoe. I am getting close to the end. Here's the update. The Templar took Rebecca to a Templar stronghold, and the boss of them shows up. She is discovered, and the boss guy puts her on trial for being a witch. But before she can be sentenced, she says she wants her fate decide by a battle or something. She asks for this because the Templar snuck her a note. It is so totally cool! I know he is going to fight for her. Completely romantic. Sighhhhhhhh..... I hate this side of me, all gushy and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115949818279058967?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115949818279058967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115949818279058967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115949818279058967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115949818279058967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/witchy-woman.html' title='Witchy Woman'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115939780266907591</id><published>2006-09-27T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:56:42.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paul and Alana Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/09ipyEk6RiM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/09ipyEk6RiM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and I put on quite the Jeopardy show this afternoon with the grade 10's. Somehow this clip reminded me of that experience. I think I am the crazy dancing dog, and Paul is the hippo with the real talent. I am going to clarify this though, I in no way think that Paul is a hippo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115939780266907591?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115939780266907591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115939780266907591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115939780266907591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115939780266907591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/paul-and-alana-show.html' title='The Paul and Alana Show'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115930907985584283</id><published>2006-09-26T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:18:32.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only cute when babies do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TH0rS4hyJzg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TH0rS4hyJzg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was way too cute not to post. I wonder...if I sprinkled my but with baby powder and farted, would that be cute too? Maybe I should try it. Hey, that could be my halloween costume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115930907985584283?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115930907985584283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115930907985584283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115930907985584283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115930907985584283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-only-cute-when-babies-do-it.html' title='It&apos;s only cute when babies do it.'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115896104038718469</id><published>2006-09-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:37:23.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ivanhoe</title><content type='html'>Alright, for the update on Ivanhoe. Locksley and the Black Knight have stormed the castle and rescued the prisoners. Meanwhile, Ulrica, who really knows how to hold a grudge, has lit the castle on fire to make sure Front-de-Boeuf really dies. And the Templar has kidnapped Rebbecca, fought his way out of the castle and has fled. It must be this cold, but I am finding that terribly romantic. I guess I am hoping that the Templar will turn out to be a good guy in the end. Although, saying that this is romantic, doesn't mean I want to be kidnapped by a moody, violent man. At least I wouldn't admit it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DywaqxV419s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DywaqxV419s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115896104038718469?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115896104038718469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115896104038718469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115896104038718469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115896104038718469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-ivanhoe.html' title='More Ivanhoe'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115855329015015347</id><published>2006-09-17T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:21:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Marcia Brady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbradyareyouquiz/marcia.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident yet kind. Popular yet down to earth. You're a total dream girl.&lt;br /&gt;You've got the total package - no wonder everyone's a little jealous of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbradyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Brady Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes!!!! This is totally me. Now, where are the men?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115855329015015347?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115855329015015347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115855329015015347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115855329015015347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115855329015015347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/marcia-marcia-marcia.html' title='Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!!!!'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115855273486748709</id><published>2006-09-17T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:12:14.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Comet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73eaa0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/comet.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total daredevil, you're the reindeer with an edge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: You almost gave Santa a heart attack when you took him sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: You always make sure the sleigh is going warp speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I guess I am a Comet. I think it totally suits me. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115855273486748709?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115855273486748709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115855273486748709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115855273486748709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115855273486748709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-are-comet-total-daredevil-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115838446233119372</id><published>2006-09-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:27:42.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivanhoe Continued</title><content type='html'>I am still reading Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott. I am at the point where Ivanhoe and friends are imprisioned in the castle. I know they are going to escape or be rescued but how? What are Locksley and his crew going to do? I can't wait to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to chivalry? I wonder about this as I read Ivanhoe. The characters in the novel are often motivated by chivalry, even though this concept is often twisted by their greed and desires. But still, what about the idea of chivalry? Where did it go? Did it vanish in the whole feminist movement? Since when does a woman feel that she is less than a man, if a man is chivalrous to her? Isn't chivalry just a way of using manners? And why, with the evolution of feminism, did chivalry have to go? Can't women be chivalrous too? If women are chivalrous towards men, does that strip men of their manhood? And why? And why is a woman less of a woman if a man is chivalrous to her? I know this is not a belief held by all women, and I know I don't feel this way either. Did chivalry just go out of fashion? I like to believe that it hasn't. I know there are some men out there are wonderfully chivalrous. So my message to them is to continue, and maybe it will come back into popularity. Here's to romantic ideals!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115838446233119372?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115838446233119372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115838446233119372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115838446233119372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115838446233119372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/ivanhoe-continued.html' title='Ivanhoe Continued'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115811630529274503</id><published>2006-09-12T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:58:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing to say</title><content type='html'>This title is absolutely true. I have absolutely nothing to say, actually I am not even sure that I am thinking. It is like I am on autopilot most of the time. How do I function? How am I getting through my day? I really think a lot of it has to do with the fact that for most of my day I am living from bell to bell, until the last bell of the day rings. It is amazing how the day passes when it is divided into equal parts. Ring.....teach.....ring.....drink coffee...ring...teach...ring....eat....ring...teach....ring.....teach...plan. This is my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am reading Ivanhoe for the first time. I picked up a version on my trip to Kamloops, knowing that I need to read more classic literature. I am actually enjoying it. I thought that reading it would be like a job, but it isn't. I guess that I am really enjoying it because of the period in history in which it is describing. I love the medieval history stuff. Full of jousting, bandits, knights and all that jazz. Totally cool! I think that maybe this classic literature stuff may not be all that bad. Reading Ivanhoe seems to be the one time when I am thinking, and doing some good thinking at that. What will happen next? Will Ivanhoe and Rowena actually get together at the end? Will Richard the Lion Heart undo the evil plans of Prince John?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this stream of conciousness is coming to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115811630529274503?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115811630529274503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115811630529274503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115811630529274503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115811630529274503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='I have nothing to say'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115749571924963793</id><published>2006-09-05T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:35:19.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay! Now this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/birding/1/0/f/B/crazy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/birding/1/0/f/B/crazy.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, someone has mentioned to me that I haven't updated my blog recently. Like anyone reads this thing anyways. Oh well. So now that the first day of school is over, this is how I feel. What do you think? Appropriate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that heading back to work after a glorious and somewhat productive summer, leaves my feeling like a crazy chicken? I think that it is largely from lack of sleep. No more sleeping until noon and staying awake until the wee hours. No, I have to have grown up hours. That's it, in bed by 10 pm awake at 6 am. What about having to form coherent sentences, from the top of my head? I barely spoke all summer, now I am supposed to talk all the time? And make sense? It is too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is crazy is this weather. Why, after a week of rain, our last week of freedom, is it suddenly sunny? The day that we have to spend indoors is spoiled by the thought of the beautiful blue sky and warm temperatures. This just proves that life is not fair in any sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully this will please that certain individual who felt that I needed to update my blog. Is this "steam of consciousness" for you or what? Unfortunately, I cannot stream anymore. My brain hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115749571924963793?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115749571924963793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115749571924963793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115749571924963793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115749571924963793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-okay-now-this.html' title='Okay, okay! Now this!'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115645546725246620</id><published>2006-08-24T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:37:47.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set7%20037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set7%20037.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set7%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set7%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set7%20036.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set7%20036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally home again. It is so nice to be home. Here are some pictures from my trip. These ones are from a trip up to Sun Peaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115645546725246620?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115645546725246620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115645546725246620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115645546725246620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115645546725246620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-again-home-again.html' title='Home Again, Home Again'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115558808546351313</id><published>2006-08-14T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:41:25.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in Kamloops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.adventurekamloops.com/images/10/about_kam3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.adventurekamloops.com/images/10/about_kam3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well here I am, back in my home town. There weather is as warm and dry as I remember it, and I have to say, I am not missing the rainy climate of Prince Rupert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had an interesting trip down. On the way down I camped the first night. I pulled in fairly early, so I was relaxing on the grassy section of my campsite, enjoying the sound of the wind in the trees. Casey, my puppy, was busy hiding her kibble. Suddenly she started to growl. I looked up and there was a black bear, not 10 feet from me. I had to admit, it was slightly shocking. The bear did not seem to like the noise Casey was making and ambled off in another direction, much to my relief. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My days are slowly getting filled up with activities and plans. I have to admit I am just enjoying the sunshine. I haven't been asked to fix any toliets or anything, so I am pretty safe there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Managed to take in a bit of the car show. The main street was closed down and people wandered up and down the street. The cars were interesting and diverse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115558808546351313?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115558808546351313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115558808546351313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115558808546351313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115558808546351313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-in-kamloops.html' title='Here in Kamloops'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115432429424846690</id><published>2006-07-30T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:38:14.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quilts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%205%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%205%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%205%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%205%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%205%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%205%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good day to stay in and finish some of my quilts. It was rainy and misty all day. I managed to finish 3 today. Of course when I was taking pictures of the finished product, Casey had to be part of the action. Don't you just love dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I like the red one. It seems rather plain, or odd or something. I don't know. Oh well, if I don't like it, maybe someone else might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is rainy tomorrow, I am going to finish a couple of quilts and maybe curl up and continue reading &lt;em&gt;Breath of Snow and Ashes&lt;/em&gt;. It is the sixth in the &lt;em&gt;Outlander&lt;/em&gt; series. I love this series. This is one series I hope they do not make into a movie. They just couldn't do it justice in my opinion, and they would destroy my mental picture of Jamie Fraser. I always wonder if time travel is actually possible, and if the major inventions of our time have been made by time travellers. I don't know, it is just interesting to think that what we may consider impossible could actually be possible. This is probably the role of fiction in the first place. To make us think that impossibilities are possible. Ahhh....isn't life grand!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115432429424846690?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115432429424846690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115432429424846690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115432429424846690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115432429424846690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-quilts.html' title='More Quilts'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115420529158904722</id><published>2006-07-29T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:34:51.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kermode Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%204%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%204%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%204%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%204%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to share these pictures of these Kermode bear statues. I could only find two in Prince Rupert. I think they are amazing. The top one is at the BC Ferries terminal and the bottom one is in front of the Crest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to look for the unique things that make Prince Rupert interesting. There is so much in this town. It continues to delight me, and keeps me living here. I regularly say, "Only in Prince Rupert..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, this was outside my house this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%204%20003.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;At first I just saw the mommy deer, but then the two babies strolled behind her. This picture really doesn't show them that well, but they were so cute. The babies still had the white spots on them. I was slightly worried that a car was going to come tearing around the corner and hit one of the babies, but thankfully it didn't happen. Now I just hope they don't get into my garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115420529158904722?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115420529158904722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115420529158904722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115420529158904722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115420529158904722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/07/kermode-bears.html' title='The Kermode Bears'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115420392284942744</id><published>2006-07-29T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:12:02.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day in Prince Rupert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%204%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%204%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a beautiful day today in Prince Rupert. I went down to the waterfront to take some pictures. It is strange, on some days you can't smell the ocean, but today you could. It was so refreshing! It felt fresh and clean, and the sun was so warm. I am so thankful to live here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115420392284942744?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115420392284942744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115420392284942744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115420392284942744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115420392284942744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/07/beautiful-day-in-prince-rupert.html' title='A Beautiful Day in Prince Rupert'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115403623864227282</id><published>2006-07-27T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:37:18.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My quilting projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%203%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%203%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%203%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%203%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just finished two baby quilts and thought I would share them with everyone. I have been spending most of my summer vacation thus far working on quilts for everyone who has recently had a baby or is expecting one in the near future. It came to a total of six. Then I got carried away and ended up with many more than six. Right now the total is 22, but I still have the bindings to finish on the remaining 20. I plan to do those while I am in Kamloops and seperated from my sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the summer I got a new car. A Pontiac Vibe. I love it so much. It will be so great with the dog. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%203%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%203%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Rupert weather continues to baffle me. While the rest of the province is in a heat wave, the only heat wave here is from my furnace. Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen, the furnace is currently running. I can't believe it! Lets hope for better weather tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115403623864227282?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115403623864227282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115403623864227282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115403623864227282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115403623864227282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-quilting-projects.html' title='My quilting projects'/><author><name>B</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-31770964.post-115403249212845995</id><published>2006-07-27T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:34:52.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Envy the Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/1600/set%201%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5528/3461/320/set%201%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my cats have the life. I look at them sleeping and it really gets to me. You can learn a lot from a cat. For instance, always take a nap, preferably in a warm sunny place. Always land on your feet if you fall. Enjoy your food. Stand up for what is yours. Enjoy a good massage. Never let the little things bother you. Always enjoy playing, especially with a little ball of fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some stuff I learned from my cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31770964-115403249212845995?l=cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/feeds/115403249212845995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31770964&amp;postID=115403249212845995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115403249212845995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31770964/posts/default/115403249212845995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantsaddleadeadhorse.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-envy-cat.html' title='I Envy the Cat'/><author><name>B</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></feed>
